The Scheming Billionaire's Heartfelt Devotion-Chapter 545 - 560: Han Xi, you ungrateful wolf, what gives you the right to hit my mom?
The old lady looked at the urn crashing to the ground and nearly fainted, fortunately Zhang Linmiao quickly supported her.
Han Xi clenched her fists tightly inside her pockets, she walked to the car, opened the trunk, and grabbed the baseball bat from inside to hit Zhang Min.
Zhang Min retreated continuously from the hits, each strike on her body causing her to grimace in pain: "Han Xi, are you crazy? Stop it right now."
"I let you smash my mother’s urn, she’s no longer here yet you won’t let her rest in peace, Zhang Min, today I will beat you to death to avenge my mother."
Han Xi, emotionally out of control, swung the baseball bat wildly, the cold wind blowing her long hair into disarray.
Wen Yichen hurriedly picked up the urn from the ground and carefully inspected it: "Grandma, don’t worry, Aunt’s urn is undamaged."
Lu Jinghan walked over tenderly and held Han Xi, taking the baseball bat from her hand and throwing it to the ground: "Silly girl, stop crying, Mom’s fine."
"Han Xi, you ungrateful brat, how dare you hit my mother?"
Having just gotten out of the car, Han Yaxin saw Zhang Min being hit and felt a surge of anger from head to toe.
She ran over to help Zhang Min up from the ground: "Mom, are you alright?"
Zhang Min’s entire face contorted with pain from the solid hits of the stick; Han Xi must have used all her strength to hit her.
Han Guanghong frowned at Han Xi: "No matter what, your aunt is an elder, how could you hit her?"
Lu Jinghan held Han Xi in his arms, a glow of anger in his eyes as he looked over: "This kind of person deserves to be hit, I don’t think my wife did anything wrong."
"Jing Han, our company has already gone bankrupt, why do you guys still insist on making trouble?"
Han Guanghong was already overwhelmed with worry, out of nowhere, the company was burdened with a full 200 million in debt, he probably couldn’t repay it even if he sold the company and the house.
Han Xi looked at him coldly, her voice filled with anger: "That woman smashed my mom’s urn to the ground, should I not hit her?"
Hearing this, Han Guanghong looked helplessly at Zhang Min: "What are you doing, she’s already gone, why go through this?"
"We have nothing left now, it’s all thanks to Wen Qin, even in death she continues to haunt us, I just don’t want her to have peace."
Zhang Min suddenly laughed, her lipstick-covered lips curling with sinister coldness.
Song Yan suddenly walked over and grabbed Zhang Min by the collar: "Are you looking to die?"
"Why are you touching my mother, let go now, or I’ll call the police."
Han Yaxin shrieked in panic, just about to take out her phone to call the police, but Song Yan snatched it and smashed it to the ground.
"Apologize to my mother."
"Why should I apologize to her, I just want her to...."
Before Zhang Min could finish her sentence, Song Yan grabbed her neck and lifted her up, her face turning red instantly.
"Let go of my mom, help, Dad, come quickly."
Han Yaxin desperately pried at Song Yan’s hand, but no matter how hard she tried, it was useless, Zhang Min’s veins bulged on her face, she felt she could hardly breathe.
Han Guanghong hurried to intervene, but was stopped by Wen Anbang: "She must apologize to my sister."
Zhang Min was now unable to speak, only blinking continually at Song Yan.
Song Yan let go of her hand with a darkened expression, Zhang Min collapsed to her knees on the ground, coughing violently, the bright red handprint on her neck especially glaring.
"Mom, are you okay?"
