**Chapter 491: Honey, Don’t Be Mad at Me**
Ke Teng had been working himself to the bone lately over financing issues.
Finally, without relying on his father’s connections, he secured loans from several banks on his own.
His progress was so impressive that Ke Jingyu couldn’t stop praising him.
*"Your Uncle Wang at the bureau has already given us the green light. None of the other companies stand a chance against Ke Group, and Zhan Group hasn’t shown any advantage in this matter yet. Our odds are high."*
*"Keep it up. Once this project is completed, you’ll solidify your position in the industry. By then, your old man can finally take a break."*
Ke Teng hadn’t been to the electrical company in a long time.
Without Jiang Nanfang there, it held no appeal for him.
Today, he was going out to have fun.
A friend from Shanghai was visiting, and he was personally picking them up at the airport.
Unexpectedly, halfway there, someone started tailing him.
"Tailing" wasn’t quite the right word—more like *chasing*.
But their car couldn’t match the speed of his sports car, so they couldn’t catch up.
The driver kept changing lanes, stubbornly sticking behind him. Clearly, they were targeting *him*.
*Looking for death.*
Who the hell had the audacity?
Trying to chase a Ferrari in a *Bentley*?
*Watch how I turn you into scrap metal.*
In no rush to get to the airport now, he steered toward the outskirts.
He wanted to see who this idiot was.
Once off the highway, the road widened. Soon, Zhan Beijue overtook several cars, closing the gap to just a few meters.
Ke Teng recognized the license plate.
*So it’s him.*
It had been a while. For someone like Zhan Beijue to openly provoke him like this—something big must have happened.
The memory of their last encounter—failing to ram Zhan Beijue’s car and instead landing himself in trouble—flared Ke Teng’s anger.
*If I don’t settle the score today, I’ll write my name upside down!*
Just as Zhan Beijue was about to rear-end him, Ke Teng floored the accelerator, instantly widening the distance.
Zhan Beijue slammed his fist against the steering wheel.
*If I weren’t driving this piece of junk today, I’d have finished you already.*
Ke Teng toyed with him—accelerating to create distance, then slowing down.
Each time Zhan Beijue got close, he’d speed up again.
Already in a foul mood, Zhan Beijue finally pulled over, got out, and called him.
Ke Teng’s phone rang the moment Zhan Beijue stopped chasing.
*Obviously him.*
Curious about what Zhan Beijue wanted, Ke Teng answered lazily.
*"What’s wrong? Did my sweet Nanfang finally confess everything and ask for a divorce? Is that why you’re so worked up?"*
Zhan Beijue suppressed his rage.
*"Pull over. Let’s talk face to face."*
*"You think I’ll obey just because you said so? Where’s my dignity in that?"*
*"Then name a place."*
Ke Teng couldn’t be bothered to arrange a meeting.
But despite his words, he still made a U-turn at the next intersection.
Speeding back, he stopped a few meters away from Zhan Beijue and leaned against his car door.
*"I’m busy. Spit it out."*
Zhan Beijue stared into his eyes as he walked closer.
*"Got a cigarette? Give me one."*
*"Wow, Nanfang’s got you on such a tight leash? Not even allowed to smoke?"*
Smirking, Ke Teng tossed him the pack.
*"Keep it."*
Zhan Beijue took one, bit down on it, and threw the rest back.
*"How long since you’ve had a girlfriend?"*
The question was so random that Ke Teng laughed.
*"Why? Is Jiang Nanfang really divorcing you?"*
*"What I mean is—if you died today, would the Ke family line end with you?"*
Ke Teng’s expression darkened, but before he could retort—
Zhan Beijue added coldly,
*"No. Your dad’s not that old yet. If he’s worried about the family line, he can always step up himself."*
*"Zhan Beijue, are you out of your damn mind?"*
*"Could I possibly be crazier than you?"*
Zhan Beijue took a deep drag, the cigarette’s tip glowing red.
Then, in a flash, he yanked it from his mouth and stabbed it toward Ke Teng’s face.
*"You bully the weak and prey on women—*trash*!"*
Seeing the ember flying at his eye, Ke Teng instinctively jerked his head aside.
But Zhan Beijue was too fast. The burning tip still grazed his cheek before landing on the car window.
*"Ah—!"*
Ke Teng hissed in pain, clutching his face and stumbling back.
*"Fuck! You—"*
Before he could finish, Zhan Beijue seized his throat and slammed him onto the hood of his own car.
The engine had been running for over 40 minutes—scorching hot.
*"Shit!"*
Ke Teng broke into a cold sweat. Before Zhan Beijue could land a punch, he kneed him in the stomach.
Twisting free, he put distance between them.
He didn’t even ask why Zhan Beijue had attacked him.
*He’d* wanted to beat Zhan Beijue up for a long time anyway.
Gritting his teeth, he lunged.
They were evenly matched in height and strength.
Each tried to throw the other down, but neither could gain the upper hand.
Finally, Zhan Beijue hooked a foot behind Ke Teng’s ankle and flipped him onto the pavement with a brutal *thud*.
The concrete was merciless.
Ke Teng’s head hit the ground hard, splitting open on impact.
*"Zhan Beijue, I’ll fucking kill you!"*
The pain was unbearable—instantly reminding him of the time his mother pushed him off a rooftop.
Enraged, he rolled aside just as Zhan Beijue’s foot came down, narrowly avoiding the stomp.
Then he sprang up and spun, kicking Zhan Beijue’s supporting leg.
Zhan Beijue’s ankle buckled, forcing him to one knee—like a twisted proposal.
Ke Teng seized the chance, jumping to deliver a kick to his head.
But Zhan Beijue caught his leg midair and *spun* him like a fish on a line.
Dizzy from the motion, Ke Teng tried to break free with his other leg—
Only for Zhan Beijue to suddenly let go.
*"BAM!"*
Ke Teng crashed onto the road, the impact akin to falling from a building.
His shoulder took the brunt, scraping against the asphalt before everything went black.
A passing car screeched to a halt, the driver screaming at the sight of a body flying through the air.
Amid the chaos of horns and brakes, Zhan Beijue calmly brushed the dust off his pants and walked back to his car.
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Back at the hospital, Jiang Nanfang was on a call in the hallway while staff guarded the room.
She hung up when she saw him.
*"You’re back. Min'er’s awake."*
*"You’ve worked hard. Is something wrong?"*
*"We forgot—today’s the first day of kindergarten."*
Ah, September 1st.
But there was no way he could go now.
*"You handle it. I’ll stay here. Don’t disappoint the kids."*
That was what she’d been thinking too.
*"Okay. She’s in a bad state—won’t eat. She’ll probably only listen to you now, so be patient."*
*"Mm."*
Only after the fight did he realize how exhausted he was.
He pulled her into a hug. *"The next few days might be rough on you. Don’t be mad at me."*