Seeing Zhuo Ran return home, Madam Yan was almost furious.
She had asked her younger daughter to remind her not to come back, yet she had returned, putting her in a difficult position. She didn't know what to say.
"Why did you call me back?"
Madam Yan put on a stern face, "Why come back? Don't you have any idea what you've done outside? Hurry up and apologize to Young Master Mu, beg for his forgiveness. You've gotten bold, daring to oppose Young Master Mu. If it weren't for his magnanimity and righteousness, I wouldn't know what you've been up to outside. Apologize quickly!"
These words somewhat elevated Mu Yunqian, also hoping he would indeed be as magnanimous as she claimed.
However, Mu Yunqian, having been a pampered young master for over twenty years, was humiliated for the first time. Not only was his hair cut messily, but he was also stripped half-naked and locked up with a group of unsavory people for two days. This humiliation was something he was determined to avenge!
His face flushed with anger as he stared at Zhuo Ran, "Madam Yan is joking. I am magnanimous, but not to everyone. Since Miss Yan dared to insult me like that, my previous condition remains: unless she agrees to take the blame for my sister, I will pursue this matter to the end!"
"Look at you, so full of yourself." Qiao Bailian rolled her eyes ungraciously, "Hilarious! A grown man with so many bodyguards and poison widows couldn't defeat a little girl, and you even got this ridiculous haircut. You have the nerve to show your face? If I were you, I'd pick up a melon rind to wear on my head to avoid such embarrassment!"
"You!"
"You shut up!"
The former was Mu Yunqian, his face red with anger. The latter was Madam Yan's growing dissatisfaction with Qiao Bailian's constant provocations.
Qiao Bailian pouted indifferently.
Since she had already thoroughly offended them, she figured she might as well have her fill of confronting them.
Madam Yan said with a darkened face, "Young Master Mu, although my daughter's actions were a bit excessive, you were the one who started trouble first. It's unrealistic for you to ask my daughter to take the blame for your sister. If you feel you've been wronged and want some compensation, I can try my best. Otherwise, nothing else is negotiable."
Her attitude was firm, leaving Mu Yunqian momentarily speechless.
"Clap clap clap!" Zhuo Ran suddenly clapped her hands and walked towards him.
Mu Yunqian still harbored lingering fear from her previous torment and instinctively took two steps back. The bodyguards around him smartly stepped forward, shielding him.
"You really don't shed a tear until you see the coffin. Didn't I teach you a lesson last time?"
Mu Yunqian felt a twinge of fear, but the thought that she wouldn't dare do anything serious to him, while he could still cripple the Yan family, gave him confidence.
"No matter how fierce you are, if you don't do as I say, your mother's company will go bankrupt tomorrow. You choose."
"Bang!"
Zhuo Ran chose to teach him with her fists that one shouldn't court death, for death truly awaited those who did.
Seeing her throw a punch, Qiao Bailian immediately grabbed a bottle from the table and charged forward, directly striking one of the bodyguards.
"Stop it! Stop it!"
Madam Yan called out twice. Seeing Qiao Bailian struggling a bit, she joined the fray.
The mother and two daughters fought against Mu Yunqian and his dozen or so bodyguards. Zhuo Ran handled more than half of them by herself, while Qiao Bailian and Madam Yan managed to fend off two each, struggling significantly.
Jiang Chongyan, hearing the commotion, followed and saw Zhuo Ran fighting several women armed with daggers. Without a word, he joined the fray.
Zhuo Ran "could not" use her spiritual power, but Jiang Chongyan was a genuine ghost with the power of a Ghost King. Dealing with ordinary people was no problem for him.
Furthermore, once he made his move, those men were already half-scared to death, and they had no strength left to fight.
Soon, a group of people were piled up in the middle of the Yan family's living room.
Mu Yunqian, unfortunately, was at the very bottom of the pile. He felt his bones were about to shatter, and he moaned in pain.
"Bah! Screw you! If you dare, be proud again!"
Qiao Bailian said as she kicked him. After being punched, she sat on the sofa, panting.
Madam Yan looked at the mess and knew there was no easy way out. She no longer put on a pitiable act and ungracefully plopped down on the sofa, her eyes coldly watching the pile of people in the middle.
Then, her gaze slowly shifted to Zhuo Ran, who still showed no signs of fatigue, and the person beside her.
"Who is he?"
"I..."
"Auntie, hello. I am A'ran's boyfriend," Jiang Chongyan bowed to her. When he looked up, his face was slightly flushed, appearing a little shy.
He was only nineteen when he died, with a soft and cute face and bright eyes that gave people a sense of pure sincerity when he looked at them earnestly.
Madam Yan's words were stuck in her throat. After a long pause, she asked Zhuo Ran, "How old is he?"
"Nineteen."
"Twenty-two."