Jing Min seemed to have completely lost his mind, and suddenly shoved Chu Wuyang away.
His fist pounded down as if he were trying to kill himself.
Fueled by the anger, jealousy, and hatred that had been building up to the extreme, he unleashed punch after punch, showing no mercy.
Yang Jinchu neither dodged nor retaliated; he simply lowered his head and turned his face to the side.
Silently taking the beating.
He was punched hard in the side of the face, and blood immediately welled up in the corner of his lips.
But he remained standing still, only raising his hand to protect his abdomen.
It's as if they're afraid that their retaliation might actually hurt someone.
"Fight back!"
Jing Min went berserk, his eyes bloodshot, roaring until his throat was ripped apart.
What, you slept with someone else's wife and now you feel guilty? Are you going to cower like a coward?!
What's with the pretense of being high and mighty?
You think you can settle your debts after taking a few punches?
dream!
He threw another punch, as if to smash the man's entire face to pieces.
"Do you think you're the one who's wronged just because you got beaten up?!"
"Does that mean she feels even more sorry for you?!"
"Yang Jinchu, you're fucking disgusting!"
Yang Jinchu staggered a couple of steps after being hit, and his nose bled, but he still didn't fight back.
He hastily wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve, looked at Jing Min, and said in a low, hoarse voice.
"Calm down, Jingmin."
"You're telling me to calm down?"
Jing Min was almost gritting his teeth, his eyes devoid of reason, filled only with the madness born of betrayal and humiliation.
"She is my wife, the mother of my children!"
The moment those words were spoken, the air seemed to explode.
Chu Wuyang thought Jing Min would just vent his anger and be done with it, but given his current reckless and ruthless behavior, if they didn't stop him, someone might really die.
She finally came to her senses and rushed forward.
She stood between the two, while pulling Jing Min's arm, trying to pull him away.
His voice trembled with panic.
"Jingmin, stop right now!"
She reached out to block his punch before it even landed, and was nearly hit on the shoulder by his blow.
"That's enough, Jingmin!"
Her voice rose, on the verge of collapse.
"If you keep hitting, someone will die!"
But Jingmin wouldn't listen at all, her eyes fixed on Yang Jinchu.
Those once proud and serene eyes now looked as if they had been scorched by flames, bloodshot and with red pupils.
He looked like a madman who had crawled out of the abyss.
Chu Wuyang watched as he showed no sign of stopping.
Yang Jinchu, for some unknown reason, joined in his madness, not fighting back at all.
Having no other option, she could only throw herself in front of Yang Jinchu to block him.
"what you do?"
They finally stopped.
Jing Min hadn't recovered from his anger when the phone rang.
He was breathing heavily, his face contorted with rage, his torn shirt collar agape, his chest heaving violently.
His eyes still held the ruthless glint of someone who had just gone mad.
Chu Wuyang quickly grabbed his arm and reminded him.
"Answer the phone, Jingmin, it's ringing!"
He ignored it, lowered his head, grabbed a tissue from the table, roughly wiped the blood from between his fingers, and frowned as he glanced at it.
Then, with a look of disgust, he threw the crumpled paper away.
He then pressed the answer button with a cold expression.
"explain."
His voice was deep and cold, still hoarse with lingering anger.
Yan Zhou's voice on the other end of the phone was extremely low, yet unusually urgent.
“Mr. Jing, some media outlets that were close to us have tipped us off, saying that... Miss Chu is at a hotel... They got the information from somewhere, but they are certain it is true.”
"Everyone's rushing here now, trying to get the first report."
Jing Min remained motionless, as if even his breathing had been frozen.
He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the side of the floor—
Chu Wuyang bent down to help Yang Jinchu up.
The movements were gentle and careful, the tone urgent.
"How badly are you hurt? Let me see. Can you still move?"
Those eyes that had told him countless times, "Don't move, I'll do it,"
Now it's given to another man.
Her slight nervousness, her slight concern...
All of it fell on the man he hated the most.
Jing Min's lips curled into a chilling smile, the blood still damp at the corners of his mouth.
But he was laughing as if he was about to devour someone.
"Ha... They really know how to pick their moments to act."
Jing Min withdrew his gaze, his cold smile still lingering, before raising his phone again.
He spoke in a very low voice, enunciating each word clearly.
"Go, keep tonight's news under wraps. Not a single word, not a single picture, not a single whisper of information is allowed to leak out."
Yan Zhou hesitated for a moment on the other end of the phone, his voice deepening.
"President Jing... Boyifang isn't what it used to be; the media doesn't really listen to us anymore,"
"Especially this kind of material... they probably can't get it more than they could ever want."
Jing Min suddenly narrowed his eyes, his fingers tightened, and a coldness in his eyes solidified into a blade.
"I've raised you all just to tell me this nonsense?"
The tone wasn't harsh, yet it was terrifying to the core.
Yan Zhou on the other end of the phone held his breath, his breathing almost frozen.
The next second, Jing Min gave a cold laugh.
As if a fire within him had finally burned through the shell of reason, he spoke in a low, resolute voice, each word decisive and firm.
"Go and reveal the illegitimate child status of the Minister of Culture of Country R."
Yan Zhou's mind went blank for a moment.
That matter?
They are not unaware.
The Minister of Culture of Country R has an illegitimate child born during his studies abroad in the country.
He has been living overseas for many years and uses an alias.
This matter is actually considered a "semi-public secret" within upper-class circles.
But nobody dared to touch it.
One reason is that the person has too many connections.
It's a true entanglement of politics and business, involving several international foundations and cultural investment platforms; moreover, that person holds significant power over the approval of multiple projects.
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