C12 It Didn't Suit the Second Young Master's Style

Sheng Yan sneered, her hand at her forehead suddenly giving a slight tug, messing up her hair. She smeared her lipstick haphazardly and popped off a couple of buttons from her collar.

Watching her calmly do all this, Faang Zheng'an couldn't help but mock, "No matter what you do, you won't catch my interest. But if you behave..."

Before he could finish, Sheng Yan slapped him hard and shoved him with all her might. Caught off guard, Faang Zheng'an's face stung from the slap, and he stumbled into a nearby flowerbed, his stomach aching from the impact.

"You witch, what are you doing!" he cursed angrily.

Sheng Yan turned and ran toward the living room, shouting, "Help!"

Faang Zheng'an was momentarily stunned but quickly gave chase, "Are you crazy? Get back here..."

Sheng Yan deliberately ran just fast enough to stay ahead, and as they neared the living room, he caught up with her. She screamed, "Faang Zheng'an tried to assault me! Mom, Dad, help!"

"That's nonsense!" Enraged, Faang Zheng'an grabbed Sheng Yan's hair and yelled, "You country bumpkin, how dare you mess with me..."

Everyone in the living room watched the scene in shock. Sheng's parents frowned deeply.

Old Master Faang was the first to react, his mustache twitching with anger. He suddenly raised the whip in his hand and began to lash Faang Zheng'an.

"Alright, you little rascal, you say you want to apologize, but behind the scenes, you're bullying people like this."

"No, Grandpa, it’s not like that. Sheng Yan set me up... Ow! It hurts so much, Grandpa, please stop hitting me..."

Mrs. Faang hurried over to intervene, "Please, don't hit him anymore. He's your only grandson. Do you really want to hurt him that badly?"

While shielding her precious son, she shot a fierce look at Sheng Yan. "You better explain yourself. It's not like Zheng'an was trying to bully you..."

Sheng Yan lowered her head, hiding the cold glint in her eyes, trembling all over.

"I'm sorry, Young Master Faang. I promise I won't post those videos again. Please, let me go..."

Hearing this, Old Master Faang was even more infuriated and continued to beat him mercilessly.

In the end, Zheng'an was left barely conscious on the ground, glaring at Sheng Yan with eyes as menacing as a hungry wolf. If he had any strength left, he would have pounced on her in an instant.

Old Master Faang had initially stopped, but seeing Zheng'an's lack of remorse, he raised the whip again and lashed out even harder.

Zheng'an was left with wounds so severe he couldn't even muster the energy to glare anymore.

It would likely be a month before he could get out of bed.

Zheng'an often came over to play with Xiaoyun, and Zhuang Lan, feeling a bit sympathetic, advised, "Let it go. Young people make mistakes. If you keep hitting him, you might really hurt him."

After all, it was his own grandson, so Old Master Faang felt a twinge of sympathy. Seeing a chance to de-escalate, he quickly stopped and insisted his grandson apologize to Sheng Yan.

Sheng Yan shrank back, taking a half-step away, feigning fear. Old Master Faang felt utterly humiliated. He had always prided himself on his integrity and couldn't fathom how he had raised such a rebellious bully.

Faang's mother was furious with Sheng Yan, shooting her a cold glare before tearfully dragging her son home.

Once the Faang family left, Zhuang Lan's expression was hard to read. She had never dealt with someone as spoiled as Zheng'an. Just as she was about to say a few comforting words to Sheng Yan, Sheng Xiaoyun spoke up:

"Yan, Zheng'an and I grew up together. I know he can be impulsive, but he has a good heart. If no one provokes him, he won't start trouble. Is there some misunderstanding between you two? You should clear it up to keep the peace between our families."

Hearing Xiaoyun's gentle words, Zhuang Lan seemed to realize something and frowned at Sheng Yan, "You're always causing trouble."

Nearby, the household staff stood at a distance, whispering among themselves. Zhuang Lan felt her daughter was embarrassing her and sharply said, "Go change your clothes."

Sheng's father remained silent, his brow furrowed, leaving Zhuang Lan to handle the situation.

Sheng Yan slowly climbed the stairs back to her room, her eyes downcast. Sitting at her vanity, she fastened her collar and wiped away the smudged lipstick. She smoothed her hair, tying it up high to reveal her clean, smooth forehead. Throughout, her face remained expressionless, though there was a hint of cold impatience in her eyes. She looked a bit wild.

A soft, magnetic laugh suddenly echoed, charming and alluring. Sheng Yan didn't even turn her head. "Second Young Master Tan, eavesdropping and spying aren't quite fitting for someone of your stature."