<h4>Chapter 1774: Chapter 1767: Arriving Just in Time</h4>


    Looking at Qiu Yingrong’s appearance, Zhang Zefeng’s face was filled with madness. As he looked at Qiu Yingrong, his gaze resembled a beast eyeing its prey, filled with mockery.


    Qiu Yingrong now felt her whole body out of control, her face flushed, but her beautiful eyes were filled with rage as she stared angrily at Zhang Zefeng.


    Seeing Qiu Yingrong at this moment, the madness on Zhang Zefeng’s face grew even stronger, but he made no moves, simply standing still, quietly watching her.


    Of course, this wasn’t Zhang Zefeng having a conscience; he wanted to crush all of Qiu Yingrong’s dignity, leaving her worse than dead.


    Seeing Zhang Zefeng standing motionless, madly staring at her, how could Qiu Yingrong not know Zhang Zefeng’s intentions? She wanted to escape but had no strength left in her body.


    "Zhang Zefeng, remember this, the Qiu Family will not let you go." Qiu Yingrong gritted her teeth and said.


    "I’ll be waiting."


    With a sick madness on his face, Zhang Zefeng looked at Qiu Yingrong: "Yingrong, I’m waiting for you to beg me! Hurry up and beg..."


    "You... You wish."


    Qiu Yingrong tried to calm down, but couldn’t; her mind only grew more chaotic.


    Witnessing Qiu Yingrong’s changes, Zhang Zefeng’s smile grew stronger, yet he remained motionless.


    Previously, Qiu Yingrong had always been cold and aloof in front of him; today, he was determined to utterly destroy her.


    Meanwhile, Lu Tianxing had already slipped unnoticed through the back door, heading directly to the second floor towards a private room with bold strides.


    Initially, Lu Tianxing didn’t know which room Qiu Yingrong was in, but upon entering Jingxin Tea House and preparing to go upstairs, the receptionist informed him the entire tea house was reserved and not open today. With a few casual questions, he naturally discovered which room the tycoon who booked the entire ce was in, especially after Qiu Yingrong entered it—she had to be there.


    Moreover, encountering a few men with cameras and a hint of martial artist aura guarding the foot of the second-floor stairs, Lu Tianxing quickly understood that this was a trap against the Qiu Family. After knocking them out, he moved decisively towards the private room upstairs.


    Arriving at the room door, Lu Tianxing knocked without hesitation.


    At the sound of the door opening, the madness on Zhang Zefeng’s face diminished significantly. He nced at Qiu Yingrong before heading to the door.


    As he opened it, seeing Lu Tianxing standing there, Zhang Zefeng’s expression changed slightly, instinctively trying to shut the door. Lu Tianxing noticed Qiu Yingrong inside, her face unnaturally flushed, realizing what was urring.


    "Bang!"


    Before Zhang Zefeng could close the door, Lu Tianxing didn’t hesitate, lifting his foot to kick Zhang Zefeng in the stomach.


    Zhang Zefeng instantly felt a fierce pain in his abdomen, flying backward uncontrobly, crashing into a chair and falling heavily against the wall like a ragdoll. Blood spurted from his mouth as he slid down the wall limp and unconscious, without uttering a single cry.


    Lu Tianxing strode into the room, his expression icily calm, emitting a cold killing intent that caused the room’s temperature to plummet, chilling to the bone.


    Though he had only known Qiu Yingrong for two days, she was Lingling’s mother. Based on her character, if this incident urred, she’d end it all rather than live with the shame. Lingling losing her mother would be painful beyond words, and Lu Tianxing found himself growing fond of the somewhat mischievous, mature little girl. He didn’t want to see Lingling lose her father, then her mother, for that would be too devastating for a child.


    Taking a deep breath, Lu Tianxing looked at Qiu Yingrong briefly, then walked over to Zhang Zefeng, dragging his unconscious body into the bathroom like a chick before shutting the door.


    Casually tossing Zhang Zefeng aside, Lu Tianxing nced at him, a cold gleam flickering in his eyes as he raised his foot, stomping down hard on Zhang Zefeng’s right leg.


    "Crack!"


    The sudden sound of breaking bones echoed, and Zhang Zefeng emitted a pig-like scream in response, his previously handsome face contorting with pain.


    "My leg, ah, my leg is broken..."


    The intense pain hit like a tidal wave, forcing Zhang Zefeng into a hysterical howl, and waking him from unconsciousness.


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