The nanny opened the door and politely began, "Are you looking for…"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was pushed aside by the visitor. That visitor, of course, was Chen Yang.

"You?" Pan Xue jumped to her feet, flinging her chair aside. She pointed at Chen Yang and shrieked, "What are you doing in my house? Get out, now!"

For some reason, her heart tightened, and a dreadful premonition washed over her.

Pan Hong's voice was stern. "Xue'er, is that any way to speak?"

Chen Yang said nothing. He leisurely took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a light drag. Only then did he lift his head slightly, his expressionless face turned toward Pan Xue.

Perhaps out of guilt, Pan Xue shivered under his intense gaze.

Pan Hong raised an eyebrow, clearly displeased that Chen Yang was smoking in his home. He asked in a flat tone, "We already talked this afternoon. What, have you changed your mind?"

In his mind, Chen Yang had likely come to his senses and was now hoping for his help.

"You're overthinking it."

Pan Hong's mouth twitched, and his gaze darkened.

What an ungrateful little brat. Besides, if he wasn't here to see me, what is the reason for this late-night visit?

Watching Chen Yang's indifferent demeanor, a wave of inexplicable anger erupted from Pan Xue's heart. She strode forward and ordered haughtily, "Put out that damn cigarette! This is the Pan Family home, not your personal ashtray!"

In fact, she was just using this to mask her own guilt. She guessed that Pang Wenxuan might have already made his move, but how did this loser end up here? Was he here to seek help from her grandfather? As for her plot being exposed, that was simply impossible. How could a dignified young master like Pang Wenxuan be dealt with by this good-for-nothing?

At that thought, Pan Xue couldn't help but sneer. The situation was unfolding exactly as she had designed.

She then glanced down at Chen Yang condescendingly. "What, are you planning to squat in my house and never leave? I'm warning you, if you don't get out now, you'll face the consequences!"

In a flash, Chen Yang lunged forward.

Instantly, his previously calm aura turned incredibly sharp, like a drawn sword.

Pan Xue, who had always been so arrogant, turned ashen with terror. Before she could react, Chen Yang's hand was already gripping her slender, fair neck.

How strong was Chen Yang?

Flexing his forearm, he flung her aside, slamming her head against the wall with a thunderous impact.

Chen Yang didn't let go. He dragged her back in front of him and asked indifferently, "I don't recall ever offending you. Why would you resort to such a vicious plot?"

"You damn brat, you're courting death!"

Finally snapping back to his senses, Pan Hong shot to his feet, his deep eyes turning cold and frosty.

"See for yourself."

Without even glancing at him, Chen Yang tossed Pang Wenxuan's phone over.

Pan Xue clutched the wound on her head with one hand and grasped Chen Yang's arm tightly with the other. Her eyes, nearly clouded by her own blood, glared daggers at him as she gnashed her teeth. "You… you dare to hit me?"

Who was she? The apple of Pan Hong's eye! In the vast Tianque City, she was a renowned young lady from a powerful family. Even Pang Wenxuan wouldn't dare to entertain any improper thoughts about her. Her suitors were countless, a classic case of being pursued by thousands and adored by tens of thousands. All her life, whether at home or out in the world, no one had ever so much as spoken a harsh word to her, let alone laid a hand on her. But today… she was being choked and slammed against a wall in her own home by a good-for-nothing loser? Heh… How could she swallow this insult if she didn't have this loser flayed and deboned today?

SMACK!

Without another word, Chen Yang backhanded her across the face. A crimson trickle of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth as five clear fingerprints instantly swelled on her cheek.

"AHH!"

Pan Xue was on the verge of losing her mind. Tears of humiliation streamed down her face as she snarled, "You think you're tough?! If I don't teach you a lesson today, my surname isn't Pan!"

SMACK! SMACK!

Two more slaps landed squarely on her face.

"How dare you still act so fierce! Do you think the Pan Family has no one to stand up for it?" Pan Xue's mother's eyes were practically bursting with rage. She grabbed a fruit knife from the table and prepared to charge.

Meanwhile, Pan Hong had finished reading the chat history between Pan Xue and Pang Wenxuan on the phone. Every sentence was a knife to his heart, especially the three-million transfer record.

Is she even human?

BANG!

Pan Hong slammed his palm on the dining table, sending dishes clattering and flipping over. He pointed a stiff, trembling finger at Pan Xue and roared, "Pan Xue, you deserve to die! Is what you did something a human being would do?"

Pan Xue's mother was stunned. "Dad, Xue'er has been beaten this badly, and you're still scolding her?"

"See for yourself! Look at the fine daughter you raised!" Pan Hong snarled, throwing the phone at her. His breathing was ragged, his fury boiling over.

Pan Xue's mother hurriedly caught the phone. After seeing the contents, her expression shifted dramatically, her face turning deathly pale.

Pan Xue instinctively turned her head. When she saw that it was Pang Wenxuan's phone, she completely panicked, her face a mask of disbelief.

How could Pang Wenxuan's phone be in this loser's hands? Could it be…

Pan Xue didn't dwell on it, instead launching into a defense, "It's not my fault! Besides, I was doing a good thing!

"Grandfather, that girl is outstanding, way out of this loser's league. I even suspect he tricked her into being with him! I introduced her to Pang Wenxuan, the young master of a wealthy family, ensuring her a future of endless splendor and wealth!

"I was doing a good deed! That girl will definitely thank me for it!

"And you, you loser, if you truly loved her and had her best interests at heart, you should have let her go gracefully, allowing her to pursue the material life you could never provide in a million years!"

Chen Yang sneered, "Her family's wealth is measured in the tens of billions."

Pan Xue was speechless.

Chen Yang applied a bit more force, and Pan Xue, her eyes vacant, was thrown to the ground, every bone in her body screaming in pain. Cold sweat streamed down her face, washing away the bloodstains.

"Pang Wenxuan and Lin Bao are waiting for you on the Road to Hell," Chen Yang said bluntly, extinguishing the cigarette butt in his hand.

Pan Xue was rendered speechless.

The information revealed in that single sentence was too vast, too terrifying.

As if struck by lightning, Pan Xue stared up at Chen Yang in a daze. How could this be possible? Who was Pang Wenxuan? What kind of power did the Pang Family wield in Tianque City? And he… this loser… actually dared to touch him?

Soon, Pan Xue began to sneer dismissively. Such a bluff was simply too crude, too low-class.

THUD!

Chen Yang stomped his foot onto her face.

"Enough!" Pan Hong's tone softened slightly as he sighed helplessly. "Yangzi, Pan Xue was in the wrong. But you've hit her and scolded her. Let's end this here."

"End this?" Chen Yang laughed, casting an amused glance at Pan Hong. "If I didn't happen to have a bit of strength myself, let me ask you, what would have become of my friend?"

Pan Hong was silent.

"So, she must pay the price today."

Pan Hong had nothing more to say.

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