Jiang Fei’s punch was far more powerful than Qiao Yiyi’s slap. It sent Li Jirong, the spoiled playboy, reeling. Stars danced before his eyes, blood gushed from his nose, and he staggered back two steps, nearly collapsing to the ground.
Already furious from Qiao Yiyi’s slap, Li Jirong’s rage now boiled over. All reason evaporated, replaced by sheer madness. His eyes bulged as he glared at Jiang Fei, letting out a roar of pain and anger. Without a second thought for his own weakened state, he swung his fist wildly at Jiang Fei.
How could he, the mighty Young Master Li, tolerate being struck by both a mere actress and some nobody doctor? Rational thought was out of the question. His only goal was to strike back—to beat this trash doctor who dared to compete with him for a woman into a pulp!
Thud!
A dull thump echoed as fist met flesh.
Everyone blinked, and Li Jirong’s body froze mid-swing. His face remained twisted in fury, his right fist still clenched and extended, but now it trembled slightly—not from power, but from pain.
Jiang Fei’s hands rested casually on Li Jirong’s shoulders, as if he were patting him in a friendly manner. But his left knee had shot up, connecting brutally with Li Jirong’s abdomen.
A knee strike!
Jiang Fei had acted swiftly, stepping forward before Li Jirong’s punch could land and delivering a devastating blow.
Why didn’t Jiang Fei use Tai Chi? For a playboy like Li Jirong, a simple knee strike was more than enough. It was clean, efficient, and undeniably cool.
“Ahhhh~~~”
It took three or four seconds for Li Jirong to let out a blood-curdling scream. His body curled into the shape of a shrimp, his face red and veins bulging as tears welled in his eyes. When Jiang Fei finally lowered his leg and removed his hands from Li Jirong’s shoulders, the playboy collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.
“You said I insulted you? Well, now you know what real insult feels like. How does it taste?” Jiang Fei bent down, looking at Li Jirong, who lay on the ground glaring at him with bloodshot eyes. His tone was calm, almost indifferent.
This guy was truly despicable—arrogant and foul-mouthed. Earlier, he had tried to maintain some semblance of decorum, but once his temper flared, all pretense vanished. The insults he hurled at Qiao Yiyi were so vile that even Jiang Fei, a bystander, found them intolerable.
Li Jirong, now incapacitated by Jiang Fei’s two strikes, wouldn’t suffer any permanent damage, but he wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon.
His eyes filled with hatred, anger, and humiliation, he spat a mouthful of blood at Jiang Fei, who easily dodged it.
“I’ll kill your entire family…” Li Jirong managed to growl through clenched teeth, his words still dripping with arrogance.
This spoiled brat had clearly never learned humility. Even in this state, he couldn’t resist making threats, further fanning the flames.
Jiang Fei sneered, too disgusted to waste more words on him. Instead, he turned to a figure standing under a camphor tree in the distance and called out, “Hey, aren’t you coming over?”
Qiao Yiyi and her manager, Aunt Mei, were startled by Jiang Fei’s words. Even Li Jirong, despite his pain, couldn’t help but glance in the same direction.
There stood a slender young woman with short, neat hair and sharp, piercing eyes. Her figure was striking—long legs, a slim waist—though her flat chest was a noticeable flaw.
Her expression was cold and indifferent, but at Jiang Fei’s call, a hint of annoyance flickered across her face.
The young woman walked over, stopping beside Jiang Fei. “You get to play the hero and save the damsel, and I get to clean up your mess? Am I your nanny or something?” she said, clearly displeased.
Jiang Fei chuckled. “You’re a woman, so you don’t need to play the hero. Next time there’s a damsel-saving-hero situation, I’ll leave it all to you!”
He then pointed at Li Jirong, who was still groaning on the ground. “For now, could you help me deal with this guy?”
“Why should I?”
“Because I’m friends with your grandfather!” Jiang Fei whispered, making sure only she could hear. “You saw what happened. I wasn’t the one causing trouble, right? We’re in the clear here, so you can handle it, can’t you?”
Jiang Fei wasn’t sure about Li Jirong’s background, but anyone who drove a Ferrari had to have some serious connections. He needed someone with clout to deal with this, and who better than the formidable Miss Ye?
“I’ve never met anyone as shameless as you!” Ye Yuanyuan glared at Jiang Fei.
She then glanced at Qiao Yiyi, the currently popular superstar. Ye Yuanyuan wasn’t one to fawn over celebrities, but one of her close friends was a die-hard fan of Qiao Yiyi, so she was familiar with her.
“This guy really gets around. He even knows a big star like her, and they seem pretty close. What’s wrong with women these days? Has their taste in men gone completely out of whack?” Ye Yuanyuan thought to herself, annoyed.
Despite her irritation, she knew she had to step in. She looked down at Li Jirong and asked coldly, “Who are you?”
Li Jirong, still clueless about the situation, spat out venomously, “Who the hell are you, you flat-chested—”
Thud!
Before he could finish, Ye Yuanyuan kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him sliding a meter away.
She didn’t bother asking again. Instead, she waved a hand at Jiang Fei. “Go. I’ll handle this trash.”
Jiang Fei smiled, relieved. “Thanks, Miss Ye.”
He then turned to Qiao Yiyi and Aunt Mei, who were still in shock. “Let’s go upstairs. Your face is too recognizable.”
“But…” Qiao Yiyi glanced at Li Jirong, who was now too pained to even cry, and then at Ye Yuanyuan, who radiated an intimidating aura despite her slender frame.
“Don’t worry. Miss Ye is very capable. She’ll take care of it,” Jiang Fei assured her, leading the two women upstairs.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” Qiao Yiyi asked, still uneasy as they turned the corner. She glanced back to see Ye Yuanyuan already on the phone.
Jiang Fei nodded. “By the way, I still don’t know who that guy is. What did he want with you?”
Qiao Yiyi lowered her head and explained, her voice tinged with guilt.
“So he’s the heir to Huaying Entertainment. No wonder he’s so arrogant,” Jiang Fei remarked. Li Jirong’s background was indeed impressive, which explained his audacity in pursuing Qiao Yiyi. In the entertainment industry, few could resist someone with his connections.
But Qiao Yiyi had shown no interest in him, even slapping him in anger. This raised Jiang Fei’s opinion of her even more.
Over the past few days, Jiang Fei had gotten to know Qiao Yiyi fairly well. But true character is hard to gauge in such a short time. Today’s incident, however, confirmed his initial impression of her.
She was genuinely kind and principled, a rare gem in the murky waters of the entertainment industry. Polite and amiable, yet firm in her values—not the kind of two-faced “acting” star so common in the industry.
Upstairs, Jiang Fei greeted the hospital nurses and led Qiao Yiyi, now wearing sunglasses, into his office. He began treating her throat with acupuncture.
The herbal medicine, prepared earlier in the morning, only needed to be reheated.
The treatment didn’t take long. With his medical skills now at level 7, Jiang Fei handled it effortlessly.
Afterward, he called Ye Yuanyuan. “It’s settled, right?”
“It’s settled. But just so you know, this guy seems like the vengeful type. I can’t guarantee he won’t try something later,” Ye Yuanyuan replied coolly.
Jiang Fei frowned. “That’s not very reassuring. Can’t you, the mighty Miss Ye, threaten him or something?”
“Guys like him don’t respond to threats. Unless you crush him completely, he won’t back down,” Ye Yuanyuan retorted.
If Li Jirong had been more rational, he would have backed off the moment he realized who Ye Yuanyuan was. But he wasn’t that type. Even if he knew he couldn’t touch her, his hatred for Jiang Fei would remain.
