Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

This was too much of a bitter truth for Liang Wenzhong, who almost choked on his own rage.

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The roaring of engines outside was accompanied by a series of urgent and intense braking noises, noises that certainly did not seem to be made by a sports car, but rather, by a motorcycle.

”Master, it seems Fourth Master has arrived,” Jiang Jiu whispered lowly.

Jiang Chengsi?

Liang Han was scared and confused all over again. Of all the Jiang brothers he had seen the most, it must have been Jiang Chengsi.

He ran some bars and clubs but had never looked down on Liang Han, nor had he even deigned to give him a direct glance.

To be able to operate these places without incident, without anyone daring to make trouble, ensuring the scenes remained clean, he naturally had his ways.

To intimidate the local street thugs, his methods were naturally much harsher than Jiang Jinsang’s.

Driven by the desire to survive, Liang Han did not care about his injuries all over his body and started to run out, while Jiang Jinsang watched coldly and did not have anyone stop him – after all, Jiang Chengsi was right outside...

But the first person he bumped into upon leaving was not Jiang Chengsi, but rather Jiang Shiyi.

He wore a well-fitted suit, his peach blossom eyes carried a hint of romance, his jaw was sharp and angular, his lips were thin, and his entire aura was subtle to an extreme extent, but also exuded an air of cold aloofness.

Among the several Jiang brothers, his appearance was perhaps the least distinctive, but when subtlety was taken to the extreme...

It could be fiery enough to burn to the bone!

Liang Han probably had not expected to run into Jiang Shiyi, he halted his steps. With the other man standing in his way, he unconsciously took a half step back.

”Oh, isn’t this Young Master Liang?” Jiang Chengsi just paused his car, took off his helmet, and carelessly ran his fingers through his hair, ”What’s this? Trying to run?”

Yet, deep down he was also slightly shocked:

Fuck!

Jiang Xiaowu, did you bring people to gang beat him? How could you beat him to this sorry state?

Truly worthy of being my brother.

Nicely done.

He always felt that Jiang Xiaowu was quite sharp-minded. Getting married, undergoing surgery, he really has changed – now that he is healthy, his punches and kicks are quite effective.

”Get out of the way!” Liang Han looked at Jiang Shiyi.

Polite and clean, with the strong air of a scholar, he had heard of Jiang Shiyi’s actions during Jiang Yanting’s wedding which were widely talked about in their circles, so rashly, he did not dare to make a move on him.

Jiang Chengsi, still holding his helmet, simply watched the two confront each other.

”Go back inside,” Jiang Shiyi was terse, focusing on the essentials.

”I told you to get the hell out of my way!” Liang Han was fighting like a cornered beast; where could he run? But he still stubbornly wanted to try and raised his hand to shove Jiang Shiyi.

Jiang Jinsang heard Jiang Shiyi’s voice and turned towards the door.

But what he saw was Liang Han flying into the room. The living room floor of the Liang family was made of tiles that shone like mirrors, and he slid half a meter on the ground.

With a ”clatter,” he hit a decorative vase and finally came to a stop.

His body curled up, hunched over, clutching his abdomen, screaming in pain.

First Jiang Jinsang, then his father, and now he got a kick from Jiang Shiyi!

After being beaten by Shen Shuci so many times, still not fully healed, how could his body take any of this? The pain triggered convulsions all over his body, leading Mrs. Liang to tremble with fright. She wanted to help him, but he seemed out of control, whether from the beating or a drug relapse, suddenly convulsing and twitching uncontrollably.

Combined with his distorted and grotesque face, his whole body presented an extremely eerie and twisted posture.

”Fuck, brother, what’s wrong with him?” Jiang Chengsi had followed Jiang Shiyi into the living room.

Just a kick? How powerful it must have been...

Did the kick trigger an epileptic seizure?

Jiang Shiyi simply raised his hand to smooth his trousers, seemingly noticing some wrinkles, likely from the motorcycle ride earlier, frowning slightly.

”Brother, what’s wrong with him?” Jiang Chengsi nudged Jiang Shiyi.

”My trousers are wrinkled.”

”...”

Could your focus be any less normal?