Chapter 66: Top-Ranking Big Sister’s True Identity

That’s right, it was her!

Yang Xun was absolutely certain. The woman standing before him, Huang Qi, was the number one donor from Xu Qian’s livestream tonight—the one who had tipped one hundred and eighty thousand!

No wonder her voice had sounded so familiar on the phone earlier!

Before Yang Xun married into the Xu Family, he had lived in Xiaoxie Village. While he wasn’t exactly on friendly terms with Huang Qi, the village was small enough that they were always running into each other. He’d heard her voice a few times here and there.

It was just that her voice had been a little distorted over the phone, so he hadn’t been able to place it right away.

Now, standing face-to-face, her gentle yet magnetic voice was a perfect match for the one from the call.

’Who would have thought!’

Xie Haitao, that 265-pound behemoth, swaggered through Xiaoxie Village all day long, acting like he owned the place. He bullied everyone he came across, throwing his weight around and acting untouchable, all because his father was the village chief.

And what was the result?

His beautiful wife was in a livestream, throwing away over a hundred thousand yuan just to book an in-home "private care" session with another man!

And the man who was about to provide that in-home service just so happened to be him, Yang Xun!

’If Xie Haitao ever found out, wouldn’t he have a stroke right then and there?’

A slight smirk played on Yang Xun’s lips as an indescribable sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.

"What are you looking at, you little bastard?"

Huang Qi felt his gaze and glared at him, her seductive, almond-shaped eyes flashing with anger. She spat the curse out, her face filled with disgust, as if Yang Xun were a pile of cow dung on the side of the road.

In her eyes, Yang Xun was just a worthless, live-in son-in-law who didn’t even have the right to look at her.

However, Yang Xun merely gave a faint smile, unbothered.

’The harder you curse me now, the louder you’ll scream for me tomorrow.’

"Damn it! Hey, Yang, you dare sneak a look at my wife?" Xie Haitao’s beady little eyes glared, and the fat on his face quivered. He waved a hand at the thugs behind him and roared, "Boys, get him! Beat this broke-ass son-in-law to death!"

"Get him!"

At his command, the five or six thugs let out a yell and charged at Yang Xun.

Some were carrying stools, others were brandishing clubs. Baring their teeth, they looked as vicious as a pack of mad dogs.

"Xiaoxun... Brother..."

Seeing this, both Mi Ting and Yang Cai were terrified, their eyes wide with unconcealable horror.

Yang Xun may have handled the two thugs with ease earlier, but this time there were far too many of them, and every single one was armed.

Even if Yang Xun had three heads and six arms, there was no way he could fight off so many people!

"Get back!"

Yang Xun let out a low growl, secretly circulating the True Qi within him. In an instant, his strength skyrocketed.

"You bastard, die!"

The first thug to reach him swung a wooden club at his head. The blow was vicious; he clearly wasn’t holding back.

’Pathetic!’

Yang Xun sidestepped deftly, his left hand clamping onto the club like an iron vise. With a sudden shove, he sent it forward.

THWACK!

The butt of the club slammed right into the thug’s stomach. The man’s eyes bulged, and he flew backward like a kite with a cut string, smashing into the courtyard wall with a loud THUD.

He crumpled to the ground, clutching his stomach and screaming, with no strength left to get back up.

A slight smirk touched Yang Xun’s lips as he faced the rest of the charging mob. He met them head-on.

He plunged into their midst like a wolf among sheep. Every punch and kick was infused with the power of a Cultivator, far more than these street thugs could ever hope to withstand.

It was all over in a matter of seconds.

All five or six thugs were sprawled across the courtyard, their groans and wails rising and falling. Not a single one of them could get to their feet.

Silence!

The entire courtyard fell deathly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

’Holy shit!’

The smug smile on Xie Haitao’s fat, round face instantly froze, replaced by sheer shock and terror.

He instinctively stumbled back a few steps, his beady little eyes locked on Yang Xun. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his lips began to tremble.

’Is... is this really that same worthless son-in-law? How can he be such a good fighter?!’

Huang Qi was also frozen to the spot. Her almond-shaped eyes were wide and round, her mouth hung slightly open, and her face was a mask of disbelief.

She never would have dreamed that this live-in son-in-law, who was practically a non-entity in Xiaoxie Village, could single-handedly take on so many opponents and beat Xie Haitao’s thugs into a pulp.

Meanwhile, Yang Cai and Mi Ting exchanged a look, their faces equally filled with shock.

They had expected Yang Xun to get a brutal beating, but instead, in just a matter of moments, the entire gang of thugs was on the ground.

’He’s just too strong!’

"A bunch of trash."

Yang Xun slowly lowered his fists and dusted off his hands. His icy gaze fell on Xie Haitao as he began to walk toward him, one step at a time.

"Don’t... don’t come any closer!"

Xie Haitao trembled in fear, cowering behind Huang Qi, his voice shaking.

Yang Xun didn’t make a move. He stopped in front of Xie Haitao, looking down at the pig-like village tyrant, his voice as cold as ice.

"Listen up, Xie Haitao. I’ll pay back the money Sister Ting borrowed, and I’ll pay the interest. But there’s no way in hell it’s fifty thousand."

Yang Xun raised a single finger and said, enunciating every word, "Ten thousand. That’s for the principal and the interest. Take it or leave it. If you don’t want it, get the hell out of here right now."

"T-ten thousand?"

Xie Haitao’s beady eyes widened, his face a picture of indignant disbelief.

’Fifty thousand down to ten... That’s forty thousand yuan down the drain! And I can’t even take Mi Ting to work at the massage parlor. This is a total loss!’

But when he saw Yang Xun’s cold, emotionless eyes and his men groaning on the ground, he swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.

’A wise man knows when to back down. I’ll take the money for now and get my revenge later!’

"Fine! Ten thousand it is!"

Xie Haitao spat out, gritting his teeth in resentment.

Without another word, Yang Xun took out his phone and transferred the ten thousand yuan on the spot.

DING!

As the transfer notification chimed, Yang Xun immediately held out his hand. "The money’s sent," he said coldly. "Leave the IOU. From this day forward, Sister Ting has nothing to do with you or the Xie Family."

"Fine!"

Xie Haitao slapped the IOU into Yang Xun’s palm, then hobbled over to his men. He gave a couple of them a kick and cursed, "Useless trash! Get up! We’re leaving!"

The thugs helped each other up and scrambled out the gate.

Huang Qi didn’t dare say a word. She just shot Yang Xun a venomous glare before helping Xie Haitao turn and leave.

At that moment, Yang Xun’s gaze fell involuntarily on Huang Qi’s retreating figure.

The black dress clung tightly to her curvaceous figure, accentuating her slender waist and full, perky hips. With every step, she swayed like a gentle wave.

Standing at five-foot-eight, not counting the black high heels, her long legs seemed to gleam in the moonlight.

Watching her tantalizing retreat, Yang Xun’s gaze sharpened, and a slow, meaningful smirk spread across his face.

’Tomorrow, I’ll be making a house call to give this very woman her "private care" session. Xie Haitao’s wife. The woman who belonged to Xiaoxie Village’s biggest bully.’

’If I get the chance...’

Yang Xun licked his lips, a fiery glint in his eyes. He had secretly made up his mind.

’This little vixen... I’m going to make her mine.’