novelraw Chapter 319 - 317: You Really Think You’re Somebody?!
Chapter 319 - 317: You Really Think You’re Somebody?!
After a round of scolding, Li Muqiu’s body suddenly stiffened without warning, her face clouded, daring to be angry but not to speak.
The fiery discomfort gradually and slowly spread throughout her body.
If it were anyone else daring not to give her, Li Muqiu, face, she might have snapped back a few words or even slapped them a few times.
However, she had a natural awe for Han Long.
Instinctively afraid of this man who once wielded power in the local scene of Hangcheng City.
Initially, Li Muqiu thought their relationship had somewhat warmed up; after all, Han Long had brought up her marriage to Han Feng.
At least, when she served tea to this soon-to-be father-in-law, he didn’t avoid it or show disdain but accepted it openly.
Everything seemed to be moving in a good direction.
Thus, Li Muqiu felt a lot more at ease and even planned to have a pleasant chat with Han Long to continue leaving a good impression.
Now?
Li Muqiu laughed at herself mockingly, proving once again she thought too much, deluding herself.
Someone who fundamentally rejects and looks down on you is destined always to look down on you and won’t change this in the slightest over time.
Han Long never regarded her as human.
Li Muqiu had long realized that now hanging onto a sliver of hope was just another joke of sticking a warm face to a cold behind.
"Hiss." Li Muqiu inhaled deeply, her expression awkward. She hung her head, daring neither to make a sound nor to look directly at Han Long.
Such a scolding made Li Muqiu feel her dignity deeply trampled, crushed; despite her unwillingness, she had no way to maintain, to safeguard her face.
Unavoidably, one must bow under the eaves of others.
Moreover, given the current situation, they were all grasshoppers tied to one rope; they would share glory or perish together.
What choice did she have but to stick it out to the end and cling tightly to Han Long’s thigh?
Li Muqiu silently built up her psychological defenses, striving to remain calm and avoid provoking this tiger before her eyes.
"Father..." Han Feng noticed Han Long’s face darkening, paused slightly, and couldn’t help but remind his father to be mindful of the impression.
After all, Li Muqiu was about to become his lawfully wedded wife.
How could a future father-in-law scold a bride-to-be like this?
Losing face was minor; hurting their harmony was the major concern. Why should family make their relationships so stiff?
The choice now was to unite against a common foe, to work together, to resolve the trouble that Shen Fanyun presents!
If not for family infighting, wouldn’t this just cause more delight for our enemies?
"Humph." Han Long snorted heavily, holding a teacup, evidently unwilling to even extend his son any courtesy.
"Have you looked at yourself? Who came here for you? Do you have that weight?"
"Have you forgotten what you did to him years ago?"
"Used every means, shameless and prideful, still regard yourself as a pure maid? Do you deserve it?" Han Long grew angrier as he thought.
"How conceited are you to think you still hold a place in his heart?"
At this, Han Long gave a playful smile, scrutinizing Li Muqiu, a woman living in a dream yet oblivious to having turned herself into a joke.
Ultimately, all the conflict originated from Li Muqiu; she is undoubtedly the fuse.
If back in school, her son hadn’t stubbornly coveted this otherwise worthless woman aside from her looks,
Then Shen Fanyun would not have been Han Feng’s thorn, nor would there have been the subsequent turmoil.
Nor would there be...
Shen Fanyun returning forcefully, determined to settle past grudges with Han Long.
It all started with Li Muqiu!
"If it weren’t for your delusions, would our Han family have attracted today’s trouble?"
Han Long scolded Han Feng, frustrated by his failure yet pitting him for his misfortune.
By rights, Han Long had amassed a considerable family estate for his only son—a prestigious second-generation elite in Hangcheng City.
What kind of woman can’t he get?
What kind of woman wouldn’t throw herself at him?
Would he lack pretty, stunning, sensible women?
Yet this worthless thing has clung to Li Muqiu from start to finish, abandoning so many other possibilities, smugly thinking he had latched onto a nugget of gold.
Even considering himself loyal to love, a devoted and monogamous man, loving only one woman unwaveringly!
Foolish!
Incurable!
"The, the things from back then can’t all be blamed on me, right?" Li Muqiu couldn’t hold it in any longer and forced herself to reply.
Her initial plan was only to ruin Shen Fanyun’s reputation.
Who knew that Han Long, an adult, would angrily join the fray and flaunt his power in front of the entire school?
Afr
To put it bluntly, Han Long went to show off on his own accord; what did it have to do with Li Muqiu? It’s not like she invited him.
Even stepping back, Han Long intervening was also related to his son!
Moreover.
For an adult with considerable social status to bicker with a teenager was in itself Han Long’s own overplay.
How is it now that he pushes all responsibility onto her, this woman?
Shen Fanyun is now targeting Han Long in all sorts of ways, clearly illustrating the issue.
Isn’t it obvious who’s primarily responsible?
Li Muqiu grew more and more frustrated, unable to hold it in anymore; Han Long is simply too outrageous, acts all high and mighty—does he still qualify as a man?
"You’re getting impatient? Can’t handle a few words?" Han Long picked up his teacup, his eyes coldly scanning Li Muqiu over and over.
"What did you eat today? Daring enough to jump in and educate Han Long? Hmm?"
Li Muqiu was startled on the spot, looking tense, with her head shrinking back, shaking, "No, I don’t dare."
"Stop arguing, all this noise, what’s the use? Can it solve real problems?" Han Feng couldn’t bear to watch anymore and waved his wrist, signaling Han Long and Li Muqiu to calm down.
Now is the time to solve problems, not a blame-sharing conference.
Even if we figure out who’s more responsible, what significance does it hold?
At this moment.
Han Long suddenly received a phone call, casting a cold glance at Li Muqiu before getting up and leaving.
Han Feng and Li Muqiu looked at each other, her eyes instantly filled with tears. Seeing this scene made Han Feng feel extremely distressed, "Alright, alright, if the sky falls, I’ll hold it up."
"What are you crying for, it’s alright, it’s alright."
"The Han Family’s foundation is far more profound than it seems; don’t worry, we won’t be in trouble."
"Sooner or later, Shen Fanyun will fall into the hands of the Han family members, I can firmly guarantee that!"
Han Long stood by the window taking the call, his expression previously emotionless; the next moment, his face was filled with malice, surprise, and fleeting bewilderment.
Fortunately, this big shot who calls the shots in Hangcheng City managed his facial expression effortlessly, quickly regaining his composure!
"Understood."
"Keep looking for people; no matter the cost, I can bear it." Han Long coldly issued the order.
Shen Fanyun resolved Xiao Zhan and Xiao Huahua with barely any effort.
Originally thought these two experts from the Capital City, especially the renowned Xiao Zhan, would thoroughly deal with Shen Fanyun once and for all.
Still ended up overturned in a ditch.
According to the reports from his subordinates, Shen Fanyun, with hardly any effort, sent Xiao Zhan on his way with a single punch; how strong is she to have such prowess?
With the ongoing, in-depth understanding of this person, Han Long increasingly realized how terrifying Shen Fanyun is!
It seems that simple targeting is utterly useless!
"I’ve been smooth sailing in Hangcheng City for so many years; it’s impossible to willingly collapse."
"Shen Fanyun, even if it costs me everything, I want to have a proper showdown with you."
"I, Han Long, have never lost in this lifetime; just wait!"
Han Long knew he couldn’t continue to play weak, nor did he have any way out; to show even a bit of softening meant only a dead end!
Only ruin and complete disgrace, turning into a local joke!
He put all his effort into building such a vast business empire in Hangcheng City, even reached a position of great power.
Now, due to Shen Fanyun, am I supposed to go back to square one overnight?
That’s impossible!
Han Long wouldn’t accept it!
"Who’s going to win the final battle is yet to be known." Han Long clutched the phone in his hand, seething with anger; after thriving for so many years, he had never hated anyone so deeply.
This Shen Fanyun certainly changed Han Long’s worldview!
"I have meetings to attend this afternoon." Han Long didn’t even glance at Li Muqiu, tossed this emotionless sentence, and hurriedly left.
Li Muqiu couldn’t hold back anymore and immediately began crying toward Han Feng.
Han Feng felt heartache, hugging Li Muqiu in consolation.
After resolving Xiao Zhan and Xiao Huahua, Shen Fanyun originally planned to head straight home when Li Huanhuan suddenly called.
"Master." Li Huanhuan sweetly called over the phone.
Shen Fanyun smiled, "What’s up? Milk Cow!"
Li Huanhuan, "..."
"Such an awful nickname, don’t call me that again; Milk Cow, really." Li Huanhuan corrected.
Then she asked if Shen Fanyun had time—she had snagged two concert tickets.
Hoping Shen Fanyun could accompany her.
"I can, but what’s in it for me?" Shen Fanyun asked, his hand in his pocket.
Li Huanhuan paused, "Treat you to milk?"
"What kind of milk?" Shen Fanyun shuddered; indeed, Li Huanhuan was getting smarter and more sensible, not bad, not bad.
"Fresh milk from the grasslands." Li Huanhuan replied earnestly.
Shen Fanyun, "..."
"Then you go find someone else to go with, I’m not going." Shen Fanyun declined.
Li Huanhuan burst into giggles and taunted Shen Fanyun over the phone, saying he was constantly preoccupied with those things.
Old pervert!
"Alright, alright, have it if you want!"
"As long as you’re with me, it’s fine." Li Huanhuan said freely, "This lady here will let you do as you please!"