Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 186 - 185. Ying Bufan’s son?

"Shit! Useless, all of them are useless!"

As the men outside the door departed, the atmosphere inside the gym turned strange. Kim Soohwan stood frozen, so furious he couldn’t stop cursing. The lobby manager, who had collapsed on the floor, scrambled toward him with a deathly pale face. The heavily injured Taekwondo students moaned on the ground, desperately shrinking into the corners.

The remaining Xia Country students exchanged glances before moving to stand behind Lin Fan and his group. All eyes, filled with a mix of emotions, were fixed on Lin Fan’s face.

Who could have imagined it? Even with the backing of the mighty Ying family, the esteemed young master of the Guxin Group had been pushed into a corner by Lin Fan!

"Lin Fan! You... you just wait! You’ll pay for this in blood!"

Kim Soohwan suppressed his towering rage, put on a brave front, and bellowed, turning to leave.

"Leave? Who said you could leave?"

THUD!

In the next instant, Lin Fan appeared and seized him by the back of his collar. Kim Soohwan was flung backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

Lin Fan’s expression was emotionless, his jaw working silently. Without a shred of mercy, he stomped his foot down on Kim Soohwan’s head!

"You thought you could go to the Yuncheng Shen family and seize what you wanted by force, just because you have the Imperial Capital’s Ying family behind you?"

The fury in his heart erupted like a prairie fire, transforming into a raging inferno that threatened to consume everything and burst from his chest.

"Let’s go. I’m taking you to answer for Mr. Shen Sr.’s death in front of Director Shen!"

CRACK!

Lin Fan grabbed the screaming, cursing Kim Soohwan. With a squeeze of his five fingers, he instantly shattered the man’s shoulder blade. Ignoring his desperate struggles and howls of agony, Lin Fan began dragging Kim Soohwan like a dead dog.

Under the awestruck gazes of Fatty Chu and the others, he hauled Kim Soohwan, who had wet his pants, and strode toward the Taekwondo gym’s basement.

"You two, go guard the door. Don’t let anyone in."

Watching Lin Fan’s back disappear into the depths of the gym, Xia Bingbing retracted her gaze. Acting for all the world like the boss’s woman, she curtly ordered Master Song and Master Jiang.

"Yes, ma’am! We’ll make sure no one disturbs Mr. Lin!"

Master Song and Master Jiang understood immediately. With a bow, they scurried over eagerly to guard the entrance. They stood tall and stern, one on the left and one on the right, their faces grim and motionless like a pair of stone lions.

"Don’t just stand there," Xia Bingbing commanded the others. "Go confiscate their phones. We’ll return them after Lin Fan is finished."

She nodded in satisfaction. Her gaze swept over the injured Taekwondo students on the floor before finally settling on the lobby manager’s face. Their eyes met. The manager forced a smile more painful than a grimace, then quickly dropped to his knees with a thud and pressed his forehead to the ground, trembling.

Seeing how perceptive he was, Xia Bingbing turned to the Xia Country students, who looked like they wanted to speak but were hesitating.

"Relax. What happened today has nothing to do with you. Just don’t go spreading rumors when you leave."

"Yes, ma’am!"

The students exchanged glances, bowed deeply to Xia Bingbing, and then ran off to confiscate the phones from the men on the ground.

"You should go home. Stop making a scene, little girl," Xia Bingbing snapped, seeing Huang Xiaoya still standing there, staring in the direction Lin Fan had gone. She ground her teeth in annoyance. In truth, she wasn’t much older than Huang Xiaoya, but since she already considered Lin Fan hers, she couldn’t afford to lose her commanding presence.

"Huang Xiaohua, you should head back. If anything comes up, just message me on WeChat. I can handle it," Fatty Chu said, finally steeling himself and speaking gently to her. He really wanted to drive her home himself but was dying of curiosity about what Lin Fan was going to do to Kim Soohwan.

"...Thank you. Thank you all. Please tell Lin Fan for me that I’m leaving."

Huang Xiaoya clutched her torn shirt and paused for a moment before nodding obediently. She left, glancing back every few steps.

"Sister Bingbing, what’s Lin Fan’s background? How can he be so fearsome?" Fatty Chu asked Xia Bingbing with a sheepish grin, his eyes returning from the entrance. To act so unscrupulously in the Imperial Capital... not even the most elite scions of the top families would dare do such a thing.

As he spoke, Master Song and Master Jiang, who were guarding the door, and Master Yang, who was lying on the floor, all perked up their ears.

"Hmph, convinced now? I told you, you have to call him brother-in-law from now on," Xia Bingbing snorted, her beautiful eyes shimmering with immense pride. "The man I, Xia Bingbing, have chosen is naturally a dragon among men. He’s extraordinary and has a powerful background."

"Uh... he looks so much like Ying Bufan, he’s so young, and his skills are incredible... Hiss! I’ve got it!"

Fatty Chu froze for a second, then his face went pale as he slapped his forehead. Looking as though he’d had a shocking revelation, he cried out, "He... he’s Ying Bufan’s son, isn’t he?! My god! I can’t believe he’s already this grown up!"

HACK!

Master Yang and the others were completely dumbfounded. They all choked, unable to catch their breath, and bent over coughing violently.

Xia Bingbing was stunned speechless for a moment, then she couldn’t help but smack Fatty Chu on the back of his head. "What nonsense are you spouting? Don’t you ever mention that name again! Don’t make your brother-in-law angry!"

SLAP!

"Xia Bingbing! You hit my head again! I’m starting to think the reason my grades were always so bad is because you scrambled my brains!" Fatty Chu grumbled, shrinking his neck indignantly.

She must be angry because I guessed the truth... Hmph. Damn it, if he’s Ying Bufan’s son, that would make him a minor, right? Fuck! Having my goddess snatched away by a little brat... What rotten luck!

Seeing Xia Bingbing raise her slender, jade-like hand to strike again, Fatty Chu quickly jumped out of the way. He glared resentfully toward the basement. So much time had passed. What on earth was Lin Fan doing in there?

「Meanwhile, deep within the Ying family’s ancient mansion in North City.」

Inside the antique-styled grand hall, a weary-looking Ah Fu stood respectfully to the side, delivering his report. "Madam, Old Dowager, the matter with the Yuncheng Shen family has been settled. Mr. Kim has also returned safely."

He had spent several hours driving Kim Soohwan back to the Imperial Capital since early the previous night. He hadn’t even had time to change his clothes before rushing to see Shen Yueli and the matriarch.

"However, there was a bit of trouble at the Extreme Speed Taekwondo Gym. Someone went there to cause a scene. I’ve already pulled some strings to have someone settle it for Mr. Kim."

"You did well. Did you leave any loose ends?" Shen Yueli and Mrs. Ying Sr. exchanged glances, both nodding in satisfaction.

"None. Shen Zhiqian is a tough one; he refuses to sign the asset transfer agreement no matter what," Ah Fu reported with a deferential smile. "But I’ve already had his entire family captured and locked up on Mr. Kim’s territory. We have plenty of ways to make him talk."

"Good, very good. Ah Shou and Ah Xi have also returned. They handled their task beautifully, though they seem to have had a bit of a scare," Shen Yueli remarked. She recalled how dispirited Ah Shou and Ah Xi had been upon their return to the Imperial Capital yesterday, as melancholy as women who had lost their virtue. She shook her head, not bothering to dwell on it, and turned to Mrs. Ying Sr.

"Mother, tomorrow is the Shen family’s ancestral worship ceremony. My father and Rufeng have already departed from the Hulin Guard frontlines. They said they should arrive in the Imperial Capital today."

"Wonderful! That’s wonderful! Our family can finally be reunited. The only one missing is Wen Yuan, who’s still in Sha Country," Mrs. Ying Sr. beamed, unable to close her mouth as she nodded repeatedly.

She had also been born into the Shen family of the Imperial Capital and was, by seniority, a distant paternal aunt to Shen Yueli. Because of this, she was exceptionally deferential to this daughter-in-law who made their families doubly related. Years ago, Shen Yueli showed up with her illegitimate son, Ying Rufeng, and forced Ying Wenyuan to divorce his wife and remarry. Despite the life-saving debt Ying Wenyuan owed to Lin Suxin, Mrs. Ying Sr. showed no consideration for it and sided resolutely with Shen Yueli.

"Wen Yuan is almost finished with his business as well. All that’s left is to re-sign the project collaboration agreement," Shen Yueli explained with a smile, a flicker of confidence in her eyes.

With the Ying and Shen families wielding immense power in the Imperial Capital, their influence was at its zenith. She was a key architect of this success, renowned as the foremost lady in the capital’s circle of nobility.

"Tomorrow’s Shen family ancestral worship ceremony must be a grand and sensational event that shakes the entire Imperial Capital! Only then will the spirits of our ancestors find peace!" Mrs. Ying Sr. declared, her old face filled with pride.

Shen Yueli and Ah Fu nodded in vigorous agreement.

"Mother, the invitations for the ceremony have all been sent out. I guarantee that every prominent family in the Imperial Capital will send a representative. It will be an incredibly lively affair," Shen Yueli smiled, about to say more.

Just then, Ah Fu pulled out his phone and glanced at it, his face suddenly lighting up with joy.

"Madam, Old Dowager! We’ve found a bone marrow match for Young Master Rufeng!"