Chapter Fourteen: Darling, Trust in My Abilities

Chen Yang’s words immediately drew the attention of Qin Muxue and the three older men toward him. Qin Muxue was surprised, furrowing her brows in curiosity. “Why are you here?” she asked.

Chen Yang smiled slightly. “I just finished a class reunion at the Lijing Hotel. I happened to see you here on my way out, so I came over.”

“Oh,” Qin Muxue nodded gently.

But she was worried Chen Yang might stir up trouble again, so she spoke to him in earnest, “Wait over there for a bit; I have some business to discuss.”

Chen Yang knew exactly what Qin Muxue was thinking. But at this critical moment, he had no intention of leaving. Instead, he walked up beside her and smiled, “It’s fine, I’ll stay here with you. I won’t interfere with your conversation.”

Qin Muxue frowned again.

With Chen Yang present, it was clearly inconvenient to continue the discussion. So she turned to the portly businessman and said, “Mr. Song, I think today isn’t a good time. Let’s reschedule.”

Song Kuohai made no attempt to hide his desire for Qin Muxue. “Then, in the next few days, I’ll make time to invite you to dinner,” he said.

Qin Muxue nodded, her lips curling into a faint smile.

“Alright, I’ll be off now,” Song Kuohai said as he left, his lingering gaze betraying his reluctance.

This old man paid Chen Yang no mind whatsoever, simply ignoring him.

Song Kuohai turned and led his two companions toward a nearby BMW 5 Series sedan.

He had barely taken a couple steps when Chen Yang’s voice rang out behind him, “Hey, leaving so soon?”

Song Kuohai halted abruptly at Chen Yang’s words.

But Qin Muxue’s expression darkened.

She knew that Song Kuohai had just behaved disrespectfully toward her, and Chen Yang must have felt uncomfortable about it.

However, Song Kuohai was her company’s largest distributor and partner.

It could be said that half of Tianmu Company’s profits came from their cooperation with Song Kuohai’s firm.

So, with such a major business partner, Qin Muxue certainly didn’t want to offend him.

“Chen Yang, don’t say anything. I’ll explain to you later,” she urged, afraid he would escalate the situation.

But Chen Yang turned to her with a smile, “Don’t worry, dear. I know what I’m doing.”

He strode toward Song Kuohai, who looked at him calmly.

When Chen Yang stood before Song Kuohai, he spoke with domineering confidence, “See that woman? She’s my wife. The way you looked at her just now was pretty lecherous, don’t you think?”

“And who do you think you are, daring to speak to me like this?” Song Kuohai was clearly a tough character, meeting Chen Yang’s rebuke head-on without yielding.

“If I’m something, what does that make you?” Chen Yang replied coldly.

“I’ll tell you this: half of your wife’s company’s profits come from me. So what? What are you going to do about it?” Song Kuohai said, arms folded, exuding dominance.

At his words, his two subordinates behind him grinned smugly.

It was obvious that, as the biggest partner of Qin Muxue’s company, they felt a certain superiority.

Chen Yang looked at Song Kuohai’s contemptuous gaze and smiled as well.

After a moment, Chen Yang bared his teeth, “Want to know what I’m thinking right now?”

Song Kuohai sneered, “Go ahead, what are you thinking?”

“It’s simple,” Chen Yang said coolly.

With that, a glint of coldness flashed in his eyes. He lifted his foot and kicked Song Kuohai hard in the stomach.

Song Kuohai was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting blood.

The sight stunned Qin Muxue.

It also left Song Kuohai’s two subordinates slack-jawed.

What on earth was Chen Yang doing?

Qin Muxue stood in shock for a moment, then quickly came to her senses, striding over to Chen Yang and demanding angrily, “Chen Yang, what are you doing?”

Chen Yang smiled, “That old bastard was so brazen with you; I taught him a lesson.”

Qin Muxue’s face flushed with anger. “Do you realize he’s my company’s biggest partner?”

Chen Yang shrugged. “It’s fine, don’t worry. I’ll find you an even bigger partner.”

“Useless, you’re utterly useless! My company is ruined because of you,” Qin Muxue said, heartbroken and furious.

With that, she turned and stormed into her Toyota Corolla and drove off.

Watching her car disappear into the distance, Chen Yang sighed to himself, “Why won’t she believe me?”

Only when Qin Muxue’s car vanished from his sight did Chen Yang look away.

He then turned his gaze to Song Kuohai, still lying on the ground, muttering to himself, “It’s all this bastard’s fault.”

Chen Yang strode toward Song Kuohai, but was blocked by his two subordinates. “What do you want?” they demanded.

Chen Yang shoved one aside with authority and stood over Song Kuohai, saying coldly, “You dare disrespect my wife? Huh?”

Even now, Song Kuohai showed no fear of Chen Yang, roaring, “Just you wait, I won’t let this go!”

“Won’t let it go? Fine. My name’s Chen Yang. Feel free to come after me,” Chen Yang replied, raising his brows.

Song Kuohai gritted his teeth. “Alright, you said it. You’re a man. Just wait!”

“Sure, I’ll wait and see what you can do,” Chen Yang said calmly.

With that, Chen Yang turned and walked away.

He knew exactly what he would do: soon, he’d ask Wu Guangde to deal with Song Kuohai.

He didn’t want to waste his own time on this old fool.

Chen Yang went to the roadside and called Wu Guangde, asking him to take care of someone—none other than Song Kuohai.

When Wu Guangde heard, he laughed coldly and said he knew Song Kuohai personally.

Chen Yang was pleased to hear this; it would make things even easier.

After hanging up with Wu Guangde, Chen Yang headed home.

Qin Muxue was angry, so he needed to go back and explain things to her.

He wasn’t acting on impulse.

Rather, he now had the means to help her soar.

Clearly, Qin Muxue misunderstood him greatly.

On the way home, Song Kuohai was also eager for revenge, and thought of Wu Guangde.

Wu Guangde was his friend, and he knew Wu Guangde had over fifty men under him—strong and loyal.

Song Kuohai called Wu Guangde, asking him to take care of Chen Yang. Wu Guangde was displeased, but didn’t show it, instead telling Song Kuohai to meet him at his bar first.

Half an hour later, Song Kuohai, clutching his stomach, found Wu Guangde sitting on a sofa in the bustling bar. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Old Wu, help me deal with that woman Qin and that bastard Chen. I’ll give you a hundred thousand. Damn that little bastard—if I don’t ruin him, I haven’t lived up to my reputation in Linhai.”

“Forget it, Old Song,” Wu Guangde suddenly replied.

Song Kuohai frowned, “Forget it? What do you mean?”

“I mean, swallow your anger. Don’t pursue this further. He’s not someone you can mess with,” Wu Guangde said.

Song Kuohai’s eyes widened. “You know Chen?”

Wu Guangde chuckled, “More than know him—he’s my big brother.”

“Your big brother?”

Song Kuohai’s eyes grew even wider, his expression going blank.

Wu Guangde stood up, walked over, and patted Song Kuohai’s shoulder. “Just now, my Brother Chen called me and asked me to deal with you. Looks like today’s the day.”

Song Kuohai finally realized the situation, hurriedly saying, “Wait, Old Wu, what’s going on?”

Wu Guangde sneered, “What’s going on? Mr. Chen is my big brother. You dared to disrespect his wife. He told me to deal with you. What’s going on is exactly that.”

Song Kuohai stumbled back in fear. “No, Old Wu, I didn’t know!”

“Now you know?” Wu Guangde raised an eyebrow.

Song Kuohai swallowed hard. “Please, Old Wu, it’s a misunderstanding. Don’t listen to Chen.”

Wu Guangde snorted, “Are you crazy? Brother Chen is my big brother. If I don’t listen to him, who should I listen to? Get him!”

Song Kuohai and his men were dragged into a small room by Wu Guangde’s men, where they inevitably received a beating.

…

Meanwhile, Chen Yang returned home to find Qin Muxue sitting angrily on the sofa, watching TV.

He hurried over and smiled, “Still angry, dear?”

Qin Muxue glared at him. “You brought in ten million in funding for me before, and I’m grateful. But do you realize that after accepting provincial investment, I have to deliver results to Mr. Shen? Tonight, I had a deal lined up with Mr. Song, and now it’s ruined.”

“I know Mr. Song’s words and actions made you uncomfortable, but isn’t it all just business? Besides, you and I only have a partnership—don’t you understand?”

“We only have a partnership?” Chen Yang muttered.

The words stung a little.

But Chen Yang didn’t take it to heart.

After all, he had the strength to back himself up.

He simply didn’t want to reveal it. If he exposed his abilities, would Qin Muxue still say such things?

Chen Yang chuckled, “No worries, I’ll find you an even bigger partner tomorrow.”

“Who? Still Mr. Shen?” Qin Muxue looked at him, thinking, Who do you think you are? Mr. Shen won’t keep helping you. Besides, his company is in real estate, and mine’s in cosmetics and apparel—completely different industries.

Chen Yang smiled, “Of course not Mr. Shen. His company does real estate, not your field. You’ll know who it is tomorrow.”

“Go away, I want to be alone for a while. I don’t want to talk to you right now,” Qin Muxue said, closing her eyes.

“Alright, alright,” Chen Yang nodded.

He’d said all he needed to say to Qin Muxue. Everything would be revealed tomorrow.

Chen Yang was about to head upstairs, but unexpectedly, his mother-in-law Han Qin emerged from the kitchen and scolded, “Chen Yang, you really did a great job tonight!”

Chen Yang smiled helplessly, “Mom, just focus on cooking.”

With that, he hurried upstairs, unwilling to argue with his mother-in-law.

It was too exhausting.

In the blink of an eye, night passed.

That night, Qin Muxue stayed angry with Chen Yang, not saying a single word.

At eight-thirty in the morning, Qin Muxue arrived at the Tianmu Company president’s office, her mood as terrible as ever.

Shortly after sitting down, the phone on her desk rang.

Qin Muxue frowned, picked up the receiver, and forced herself to speak softly, “Hello, who’s this?”

“Hello, is this President Qin of Tianmu Company? I’m the purchasing manager of the Apparel Division at Huading Group in Jiangjing City. I’ve heard Tianmu has done well in apparel trade these past two years. Would you be interested in discussing cooperation?” came a young man’s relaxed laughter through the phone.

The Most Arrogant Son-in-law in History.