The Supreme Young Master

Chapter 23:

“Rip it! We can’t wait any longer!”

The crowd’s shouts made Yang Ruoxi’s face burn with embarrassment. She wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

At that moment, a middle-aged man wearing a jacket squeezed through the crowd. He had a refined appearance and glared at Li Meimei before quickly taking off his jacket and draping it over Yang Ruoxi’s shoulders.

The two bodyguards recognized him immediately—it was Li Meimei’s brother, Li Zhengqiang. They exchanged confused glances, unsure why he was helping Yang Ruoxi.

Yang Ruoxi clutched the jacket tightly, covered her face, and crouched down. She wondered when this humiliation would finally end. For the first time, she truly understood how agonizing it was to be falsely accused.

“Brother, you’re here!” Li Meimei called out triumphantly, thinking her brother had come to put on a show of authority.

However, to her surprise, Li Zhengqiang turned around and slapped her hard across the face, his voice filled with fury. “Shut up! I’m not your brother!”

The resounding slap left everyone stunned, including Li Meimei. Even Yang Ruoxi and the onlookers were bewildered. Why would Li Zhengqiang slap his own sister in front of so many people?

Covering her cheek, Li Meimei looked at him with grievance. “Brother, this… this b—”

“Shut up!” Li Zhengqiang roared, slapping her again so hard that it made her nose bleed.

Li Meimei was completely dumbfounded and didn’t dare say another word. She clutched her face, unable to comprehend why her doting brother would treat her like this.

“Disperse!”

At that moment, a group of men in black suits arrived, dragging along a balding man with glasses—none other than Li Meimei’s husband, Zhang Hua.

The leader of the group was the same young man who had escorted Qin Fei inside earlier and delivered medicine to him. He was also one of Wang Laoye’s most trusted disciples.

Seeing that Wang Laoye’s men had arrived, the crowd reluctantly backed away, though many lingered nearby to see how the situation would unfold.

“H-honey?” Li Meimei was startled but still didn’t understand what was happening.

The young man in black pushed Zhang Hua forward and barked, “Kneel!”

Seeing Yang Ruoxi, Li Meimei, and his brother-in-law present, Zhang Hua immediately understood what was going on. Without hesitation, he fell to his knees in front of Yang Ruoxi.

Li Meimei was outraged. No matter what, Zhang Hua was still her husband. She turned to Li Zhengqiang. “Brother, are you just going to let them bully my husband like this?”

“Shut up!”

Li Zhengqiang had initially planned to greet the guests from the main hall after the banquet. However, Sun Chuanxiong had stormed out angrily, kicking him and demanding that he handle his sister’s mess. If he failed, he would be dismissed the next day.

In desperation, Li Zhengqiang had rushed over, immediately disciplining his sister.

The young man in black sneered at Zhang Hua and snapped, “Tell her everything, word for word. You even dared to tarnish Mr. Wang’s reputation—you’re courting death!”

“I… I wouldn’t dare!” Zhang Hua trembled and stammered, “It’s all my fault. I’m the scum here. I swapped out the special medicine your husband brought and framed him. I was lustful and shameless, constantly harassing you and trying to trick you into bed. Please, Miss Yang, forgive me! I swear I’ll never do it again. I beg you, please forgive me!”

Zhang Hua repeatedly kowtowed, his forehead banging against the ground, begging for Yang Ruoxi’s forgiveness like a pathetic dog.

“And you, kneel and apologize!” Li Zhengqiang shot a cold glare at his sister, realizing that if the municipal secretary had stepped in, his sister had clearly crossed the line.

“Ah…”

Li Meimei hesitated, but when she saw Zhang Hua admitting to everything and realized she had wrongly accused Yang Ruoxi, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and kneel. “Miss Yang, I’m sorry!”

Seeing that things were almost settled, Li Zhengqiang slapped himself and said, “Miss Yang, it’s all my fault for being too lenient with my sister and her family. I apologize on behalf of our family—please forgive us.”

At that moment, Yang Ruoxi felt a wave of relief, but she was also overwhelmed with guilt. She had just experienced what it felt like to be wronged, and it dawned on her that she had also falsely accused Qin Fei back at the hospital.

She realized how much pain and humiliation Qin Fei must have felt back then.

Moreover, the fact that Li Zhengqiang and Wang Laoye’s disciples had come to resolve the matter clearly had nothing to do with her own connections—none of her acquaintances even had the qualifications to meet Wang Laoye.

It was highly likely that the so-called “good-for-nothing” husband she had always looked down on was the one who had pulled these strings. After all, Wang Laoye had personally gifted Qin Fei a box of special medicine, suggesting a close relationship between them.

But why didn’t Qin Fei step forward himself? Was he still holding a grudge against her?

A deep sense of sadness welled up within her as she searched the crowd and finally spotted Qin Fei standing there, calm and composed. Biting her lip, she finally said, “Alright, I forgive you all.”

With that, she turned and walked toward Qin Fei. But just as she was a few steps away, she hesitated, feeling a surge of panic.

What should she say? Should she apologize to Qin Fei?

But he hadn’t even stepped in to help her earlier. Perhaps he already saw her as a stranger, considering how much she had hurt him that day.

Feeling lost, Yang Ruoxi lowered her head and turned to leave the villa. Yet deep inside, she felt an overwhelming emptiness, as if she had lost something truly precious.

Just as she was about to walk away, a firm yet familiar hand gently grabbed her arm.

A familiar voice whispered in her ear, “Wife, let’s go home.”