Chapter Fifty-One: Beating Up the Rich Heir

"I think I forgot to ask what her mother actually said," Chu Feng mused, only realizing after Chu Xuefang had disappeared from sight that he’d neglected to inquire about his future mother-in-law’s words.

After Han Xuefang accepted the ring Chu Feng had given her, she wore it on her finger constantly. When she returned home for dinner, her mother, Zhang Li, noticed the ring and immediately understood her daughter had started dating.

“Sweetheart, that ring is from your boyfriend, isn’t it? When will you bring him home so your father and I can meet him? We want to see what kind of man you’re dating,” Zhang Li asked as they ate.

“No, Mom, it’s just a gift from a friend, and it only cost a little over a hundred yuan,” Han Xuefang replied hastily, taking the ring off and slipping it into her pocket. If her mother recognized that the ring was worth over three hundred thousand, she couldn’t imagine what her mother might think of her.

“Listen, darling, if you meet someone you like, you must pursue him boldly. Unless he already has a girlfriend, you should chase your own happiness. I don’t ask that you find a wealthy boyfriend, but you must find one who is a good person.”

“And besides, my daughter isn’t lacking in charm. Even if he doesn’t agree immediately, he’ll surely agree to spend some time with you first,” her mother continued, and her father nodded along, remembering how he’d first courted her mother.

After work that day, Han Xuefang kept replaying her mother’s words in her mind. Eventually, she made the most important decision of her life: she would confess to Chu Feng.

The result was that Chu Feng’s response mirrored her mother’s advice. Han Xuefang was delighted, believing in her heart that she was now Chu Feng’s girlfriend.

With nothing else to do, Chu Feng went downstairs to the first floor to observe what Han Xuefang was doing at the hospital.

Old Jin and the old man had their own work besides caring for Elder Chen, and Chu Feng didn’t want to disturb them.

Upon reaching the first floor, Chu Feng had barely stepped out of the elevator when he saw a commotion at the entrance—a quarrel, and among them, a girl who looked remarkably like Han Xuefang.

Chu Feng approached, and when he reached the door, he saw that it was indeed Han Xuefang. She was being manhandled by a young man who looked like a street thug, gripping her collar.

“I’m telling you, if you don’t agree today, I’ll have my dad send people to wreck your hospital. Try me if you don’t believe it,” the thug threatened.

Chu Feng couldn’t help but laugh at the boy’s words. This guy was either an official’s son or a rich kid—classic brainless bravado. Threatening to trash an Air Force hospital? He must have a death wish.

“Let her go. She’s my girlfriend. If you don’t, you’ll bear the consequences,” Chu Feng declared, not willing to see Han Xuefang bullied by a thug, and so he claimed her as his girlfriend.

Han Xuefang, hearing Chu Feng’s voice, quickly turned and, upon seeing him, a smile blossomed on her face.

She watched Chu Feng step forward to rescue her, and her heart filled with sweetness; every girl harbors a hero in her heart.

“Who the hell are you, kid? Get lost! This chick, I’ll give her back after I’m done with her,” the thug spat, his arrogance apparent, then tried to drag Han Xuefang out of the hospital.

Just then, the hospital security guards hurried over, but seeing the thug, their faces showed anger but none dared act—clearly, they knew who he was.

“Who is this idiot, and why is he harassing female staff in the hospital? Why aren’t you doing anything?” Chu Feng asked one of the guards, frustrated by their inaction.

“That’s Zhang Xuefeng. His father is the director of the Drug Administration Bureau. He often uses his father’s power to bully nurses and doctors here,” the guard whispered, explaining Zhang Xuefeng’s background.

Chu Feng nodded, said nothing more, and walked over to Zhang Xuefeng, landing a kick.

He didn’t use much force, but sent Zhang Xuefeng flying four or five meters. Clutching his stomach, Zhang Xuefeng curled up like a boiled shrimp.

The security guards and Han Xuefang were stunned by the scene. None had expected Chu Feng to act so suddenly, kicking Zhang Xuefeng without warning.

The guards silently mourned for Chu Feng; previously, some guards had tried to intervene, only to have Zhang Xuefeng send thugs to break their legs.

“Chu Feng, you’d better leave—go as far as you can. This has nothing to do with you. When the police come, I’ll take responsibility,” Han Xuefang suddenly rushed to Chu Feng’s side, pushing him to leave, worried the police would arrive and arrest him.

Seeing Han Xuefang’s concern, Chu Feng was moved; aside from his sister, few people had ever shown him such care.

“Don’t worry. I promised you, you’re my girlfriend now, and I’ll see this through. Leave this guy to me,” Chu Feng said, gently patting Han Xuefang’s head and moving her aside. He was resolved to teach Zhang Xuefeng a lesson and wouldn’t back down, even if the police arrived.

“I’m telling you, my dad’s the director, my uncle’s a crime boss. If you dare touch me, I’ll have my uncle kill you,” Zhang Xuefeng threatened, retreating as Chu Feng advanced.

Chu Feng lunged at Zhang Xuefeng, his fist as big as a bowl raining blows upon him, focusing especially on his face.

“That’s for harassing my girlfriend! That’s for acting tough! That’s for your dad being a director!” Chu Feng shouted as he beat Zhang Xuefeng, and Han Xuefang couldn’t help but laugh at his words.

The guards were petrified—not because Han Xuefang laughed, but because Chu Feng was beating up the official’s son.

After seven or eight minutes, Chu Feng, feeling tired, stepped aside to catch his breath. Zhang Xuefeng, lying on the floor, was barely alive.

His face was completely unrecognizable, swollen as if stung by hornets. His designer clothes were shredded by Chu Feng’s kicks.

“Let’s go. If you have anything else to do today, I’ll help you,” Chu Feng said, leading Han Xuefang away, leaving Zhang Xuefeng where he lay, unconcerned with his fate.