Madam Feng’s slap across Xiao Churan’s face jolted her back to partial clarity.


Clutching her burning cheek, she looked at the fierce woman in front of her and instinctively asked, “Who are you? What do you want?”


Madam Feng gritted her teeth, her face twisting in rage, and spat, “What do I want? I want to kill you, you filthy slut!”


She then shouted to her bodyguards, “Where’s my knife?! Hand it over! I want to carve up this whore’s face!”


“Yes, Miss Feng!”


One of the bodyguards quickly pulled out a sharp dagger, presenting it with a reverent bow.


“Miss Feng, a woman like this isn’t worth dirtying your hands. Let me do it instead!”


Madam Feng whipped her hand across his face, snatching the knife.


“You dare talk back to me?!”


The bodyguard fell to his knees, trembling. “Miss Feng, I was wrong! Please forgive me!”


Madam Feng kicked him away and snapped, “Get lost!”


Then, with murder in her eyes, she strode toward Xiao Churan, raising the knife.


Xiao Churan shook in terror, trying desperately to break free.


But her body was weak from the drug, and the two bodyguards held her down firmly.


At this critical moment, a furious roar thundered through the room—


“DROP THE KNIFE!”


Madam Feng whirled around, only to see a young man storming in with ten black-clad men!


Her face twisted in annoyance, “Who the fuck are you?! Do you know who I am?! You dare interfere with MY business?!”


Ye Chen’s eyes blazed with rage. “I don’t give a damn who you are!”


Then, without hesitation, he lunged forward and delivered a devastating kick, sending Madam Feng flying across the room.


Xiao Churan burst into tears the moment she saw him, crying out, “Husband! Save me…!”


Ye Chen activated the Nine Heavens Divine Sutra, channeling pure energy into his fists.


With two lightning-fast punches, he struck the two bodyguards holding Xiao Churan.


BOOM!


The two hulking men were sent flying, crashing into the wall and immediately losing consciousness.


Xiao Churan, finally free, felt her legs give out as she began to collapse.


Ye Chen rushed forward, catching her tenderly in his arms.


Seeing the red handprint on her face, his heart burned with fury.


“Churan, don’t be afraid! I will make them pay!”


Xiao Churan sobbed into his chest, clinging to him tightly. “Husband… take me home… I just want to go home…”


Ye Chen gently patted her back, infusing her with calming energy.


“Don’t worry, I’m taking you home right now. No one will ever harm you again!”


As she drifted into unconsciousness, Ye Chen carefully laid her on the couch.


Then, turning to Chen Zekai, he commanded, “Protect my wife with your life!”


Chen Zekai saluted sharply, his face deadly serious. “Young Master, if anything happens to the Young Madam, I will take my own life in penance!”


Ye Chen turned back toward Madam Feng, who was still groaning on the floor.


He grabbed her by the collar, lifted her effortlessly, and slammed a punch into her face.


“YOU hit my wife?!”


Madam Feng spat blood, her nose crushed, yet still shrieked, “You dare hit ME?! Do you know who I am?! I’ll kill you!”


She screamed at her bodyguards, “KILL HIM! ONE MILLION FOR WHOEVER KILLS HIM!”


The remaining bodyguards hesitated for a split second before charging forward.


Ye Chen snarled coldly, turning to his men. “Kill them all. No mercy!”


CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!


Ye Chen’s elite guards drew their pistols, aiming at the charging men.


BANG! BANG! BANG!


The gunfire echoed sharply.


The bodyguards fell one by one, each with a bullet through their skulls.


In the blink of an eye, Madam Feng’s entire team was dead.


Their lifeless bodies lay on the bloodstained floor, their skulls shattered.


Madam Feng stared in horror, her lips trembling uncontrollably.


“Wh… who the hell are you?!”


Ye Chen smirked coldly. “I am Xiao Churan’s husband.”


From the side, Zhou Tianhao, who had been frozen in fear, fell to his knees, trembling.


“You… you’re the useless son-in-law…? How… how is this possible?!”


Ye Chen chuckled darkly, “What? Surprised?”


Madam Feng suddenly regained her composure, sneering, “I am Feng Xue, the heiress of the Feng Family in Haicheng! We serve the great Ye Family from Yanjing! If you dare touch me, the Ye Family will wipe you from existence!”


Ye Chen’s expression darkened.


Then, he spoke coldly, his voice filled with authority—


“You better listen carefully…


I AM Ye Chen.


The rightful heir of the Ye Family.”


BOOM!


Feng Xue’s eyes widened in pure terror.


It was as if lightning had struck her soul.


“You… You… You’re the Ye Family’s young master?! Impossible! The Ye Family’s heir wouldn’t be in a backwater place like Jinling!”


At that moment, Chen Zekai stepped forward and bellowed, “Feng Xue! You are speaking to our Young Master Ye Chen! Show respect!”


Feng Xue gasped, finally noticing Chen Zekai.


She knew who he was.


Chen Zekai was the Ye Family’s representative in Jinling.


He was someone her father had spent years trying to curry favor with.


Yet now, he was standing obediently behind Ye Chen.


The truth hit her like a train.


Ye Chen was really the Ye Family’s Young Master!


Feng Xue collapsed to her knees, slamming her forehead to the ground.


“Young Master Ye! I was wrong! Please forgive me!”


“If I had known she was your wife, I wouldn’t have dared to touch her!”


Zhou Tianhao, seeing this, pissed himself in terror and also fell to his knees.


“Young Master Ye! Please! Have mercy!”


Ye Chen’s eyes gleamed coldly. “Mercy? You tried to rape my wife, and now you ask for mercy?”


Turning to his men, he commanded, “Shoot him. Right in the crotch.”


BANG!


A single shot rang out.


Blood spurted from Zhou Tianhao’s groin.


He screamed in agony, his manhood destroyed.


Ye Chen then ordered, “Break his spine. I want him to live the rest of his life as a paraplegic.”


Two martial artist bodyguards stepped forward, striking his lower back with immense force.


CRACK!


A sharp crack filled the room.


Zhou Tianhao felt an unbearable pain—then, nothing.


From the neck down, he was completely paralyzed.


Realizing his fate, he broke down, wailing in despair.


A living corpse—unable to move, unable to control his own body.


Worse than death.


Ye Chen’s gaze shifted to Madam Feng.


His voice was calm and deadly—


“Give her the same punishment. Let them be a pair of living corpses together.”


Madam Feng screamed in terror, pleading hysterically.


But Ye Chen didn’t care.


He had no mercy for those who harmed his wife.


And so, her screams soon turned into silence—


Because like Zhou Tianhao, she too was now a lifeless husk.


Forever trapped in her own body, living in torment.