Abu walked over and dragged Yu Chengqun's wheelchair away without hesitation.

Yu Chengqun screamed in terror, "Lin Ran, how dare you hit me? Do you even know who I am?"

"Cut the crap. Of course I know who you are. Your entire Yu family is my wife’s rival. Now that you’ve shown up in front of me, not beating you would be a disservice to myself."

Lin Ran wasn’t bloodthirsty or violent.

He simply wanted to teach this scumbag Yu Chengqun a lesson—and, by extension, slap the Yu family in the face.

You dare oppose my wife?

Better surrender now and stop wasting my time with my darling…

Meanwhile, at the Yu family estate.

A servant reported, "Elder Master, Young Master Chengqun left the hospital without permission to go after Chen Qingtian."

Yu Taiduo narrowed his eyes. "That idiot. Even after losing his balls, he’s still thinking with his lower half. He’s going to cause trouble sooner or later."

Perhaps it was time to reconsider the heir situation.

But Yu Chengqun had the old man’s favor—a problem that needed solving.

Once he took down Luo Corporation, his standing in the family would skyrocket. That would be his moment to rise above it all.

That old fool? Hah. Halfway in the grave already. What was there to fear?

"Leave him be. Our priority now is dealing with Luo Yao."

The three major families hadn’t expected Luo Yao to strike first, especially when the Yu family was the one wronged.

Their original plans were thrown into disarray. Luo Yao’s offensive was relentless, forcing them to focus entirely on the battle.

"Luo Yao, don’t push me to the brink…"

Back to Yu Chengqun—under the "escort" of Nuanyao Group’s bodyguards, he was dragged out of the building.

His own guards were restrained by Lin Ran’s men, forced to watch helplessly as Abu laid into him.

Not just them—a crowd of onlookers had gathered below, watching as Yu Chengqun took the beating while desperately covering his face to avoid recognition.

Abu held back—at least, it looked that way. And since he was the only one throwing punches, there was no risk of being reported for brawling.

Once he deemed it enough, Abu swaggered off. Yu Chengqun’s guards immediately swarmed around him.

"Lin… Ran. Chen Qingtian. I’ll make you pay for this." Yu Chengqun’s rage burned hotter than ever.

One of his guards hesitated before speaking up. "Young Master, maybe save the threats for later. We should get you back to the hospital. Elder Master already knows you left."

Yu Chengqun shot him a venomous glare. "Useless trash. Hurry up and get me into the car!"

Back in the office, Abu returned just as Lin Ran checked the time and prepared to leave.

"Cousin, will Yu Chengqun come after me again? Or go after Xiaxia?"

"Hm… That’s your problem to worry about. Right now, I’m going to cuddle with my wife."

With that, Lin Ran left with Abu in tow.

Nothing in the world was more important than cuddling with his wife.

Even if Yu Chengqun killed Fang Buxia, all Chen Qingtian would lose was a relationship.

But if he skipped cuddle time? His wife might sulk for hours.

An hour earlier.

City outskirts—women’s prison.

Two women were slapping each other relentlessly.

Their hands had long gone numb, but the onlookers still hadn’t called for a stop.

SLAP. Another sharp crack, followed by a venomous insult.

"Liu Ruxue, you’re a whore."

Liu Ruxue didn’t back down. Blind as she was, she groped for Liu Yuemei’s face, aimed—and struck.

SLAP.

"You’re the one who’s been ridden by a thousand men, Liu Yuemei."

"HAHAHAHA—"

The cell erupted in "delighted" laughter. Some inmates genuinely enjoyed the spectacle; others faked it.

In this place, not laughing meant standing out—and standing out meant becoming a target.

The world would never run short of monsters. Some were born evil; others acted the part to survive.

Right now, these monsters—real and fake—were amusing themselves at the expense of aunt and niece, Liu Yuemei and Liu Ruxue.

"Pathetic! Put some strength into it! And if you can’t even curse properly, I’ll teach your mouths some new words!" the cell’s ringleader barked.

Liu Yuemei was beyond numb. When she first arrived and saw Liu Ruxue’s condition, she nearly fainted.

But the true horror was the people here.

She’d once thought herself cruel—but compared to these women, she was an amateur.

Her usual tricks were useless. From the moment she entered, the torment never stopped.

She’d complained to the guards, but it only made things worse.

Not just her—even Liu Ruxue, blind and helpless, wasn’t spared.

This hellish existence was driving her to the edge.

The only reason she hadn’t broken? Her sentence was just a few months. Abuse of Lin Tianba wasn’t a major charge. She could endure until then.

That hope kept her going.

"Everyone, settle down. I’m coming in."

A guard’s voice echoed outside.

The inmates scattered instantly. Moments later, the cell door swung open.

"Liu Ruxue."

"Here…" Her voice was weak, her face swollen beyond recognition.

The guard blinked at the sight of her and Liu Yuemei.

"What happened to you two? Faces like overripe pumpkins."

Liu Yuemei kept her head down, not daring to glance at the others. Liu Ruxue stayed silent.

They knew better than to snitch.

The guard shrugged. "Whatever. Liu Ruxue, come with me. Someone arranged medical parole for you."

Liu Ruxue froze. "Medical parole? For me?"

"That’s right. Your condition qualifies. It’s been approved—starting today, you’ll serve the remainder outside."

Her heart surged with wild hope. This wasn’t full freedom, but anything was better than here.

"It must be Lin Ran! He came for me! That means You Qingnan must’ve dealt with Luo Yao already. HAHAHA—"

Two guards waited at the door while a third escorted her out.

Liu Yuemei called after her, "Ruxue! Don’t forget your aunt—"

Liu Ruxue paused, then turned with a cold smirk. Though her eyes were empty, the malice in her gaze was palpable.

"Dream on. The moment you sided with them against me, we became enemies."

Liu Yuemei panicked. "I’m family! You can’t leave me in this hellhole with these demons!"

Liu Ruxue scoffed. "I’m going to live well outside. Even if I could help you, I wouldn’t."

The guard tightened his grip. "Enough yapping. Move it."