Chapter 157: Are You Even Human?

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: Are You Even Human?

"Tang Zhiwei, you brought your mistress to my door to insult me. Are you even human?" Yang Xiaoyun trembled all over, trying hard to hold back her tears.

"Don’t try to act like we’re still family! Get your status straight. Feifei is my official girlfriend!" Tang Zhiwei sneered.

Feifei immediately played along, kissing him on the cheek. "Yang Xiaoyun, I think you’re the one who isn’t human. When Zhiwei went to pick up the kids, he caught you two in your filthy affair! Your little lover beat him up, and you didn’t say a single word! You’re the monster here!"

These words instantly reignited the fury Tang Zhiwei felt from being abused by Zhang Yun. He stepped forward and grabbed Yang Xiaoyun by the hair. "That bastard threw me into the air to humiliate me! Did you stop him? Tell him to come out right now!"

Feifei followed suit. "Zhiwei, don’t pull her hair..." she cried out, yet her hands were yanking even harder than Tang Zhiwei’s!

Yang Xiaoyun immediately let out a miserable scream in pain.

Zhang Yun had just arrived. He had been listening to their conversation, waiting for Yang Xiaoyun to scold and drive them away before stepping in. But now, seeing that they weren’t just insulting and humiliating her, but actually getting physical, his patience evaporated. He swiftly charged forward!

"Ah!"

At this moment, no ordinary attack was enough to vent his anger. Zhang Yun grabbed both of them by their hair, one in each hand! He didn’t hold back in the slightest. With a violent tug, he ripped out a handful of hair from both Tang Zhiwei and Feifei!

"AHHH!"

The two instantly shrieked in agony, letting go of Yang Xiaoyun to clutch their own heads. Zhang Yun had securely closed the door the moment he entered, denying them any chance of escape and preventing the noise from leaking out.

SLAP!

SLAP!

Zhang Yun ruthlessly slapped Tang Zhiwei and Feifei across their faces. The stinging pain of having their hair torn out had left them too distracted to notice anything else, but the sharp sting of the slaps actually knocked some sense back into them.

"Who is it?!"

"Which bastard...!"

SLAP! SLAP!

Zhang Yun delivered another slap to each of them, hitting the exact same spots. The pain made both of them gasp sharply.

When they were insulting her earlier, Yang Xiaoyun had been desperately holding back her tears because she refused to bow her head in front of Feifei, the mistress. She never expected Tang Zhiwei to actually grab her hair! This plunged her into absolute despair! When Tang Zhiwei and Feifei were both yanking her hair, aside from screaming, a surging urge to drag them both down to hell with her had exploded in her mind.

But just then, the two suddenly let go. Suddenly, a fistful of their hair was ripped out, followed by vicious slaps to their faces...

Seeing Zhang Yun descend like a savior from the heavens, Yang Xiaoyun was completely stunned! She wondered if this was a dream. Had the sheer desperation of her humiliation caused her to hallucinate a hero coming to her rescue, making her imagine Zhang Yun? How could Zhang Yun, who was a thousand miles away, suddenly appear here?

Although her logical mind told her it was unrealistic, her tears broke through the dam and streamed down her face!

"Y-You..." Tang Zhiwei hadn’t paid much attention to Zhang Yun at the mall previously, but now, seeing him connected to Yang Xiaoyun, he instantly recognized the young man from that day, despite him wearing a suit. Recalling the sensation of being tossed into the air, his legs instantly turned to jelly. They were on the 15th floor right now. If he was thrown out the window...

Feifei, on the other hand, didn’t recognize Zhang Yun. Seeing a young man in a suit, she assumed he was a hotel manager or something similar.

"What gives you the right to hit people?! This is a guest room, and you’re trespassing! I’m going to file a complaint against you!"

Zhang Yun glared at her coldly. "Oh, so you know about ’the right to hit people’? You know about ’trespassing into a guest room’? Yet you barge into a room and assault a guest. Do you think that makes you righteous?"

He threw a direct punch, landing squarely on Feifei’s nose!

"WAAAH!" Feifei instantly burst into tears from the blinding pain. She had gotten a nose job; this punch definitely ruined it!

"Tang Zhiwei! Are you even a man?! Beat him up for me... WAAAH!"

As she wailed, blood gushed from her nose, dripping into her mouth and onto her clothes, causing her to break down even further.

Looking at the young man who could effortlessly toss him around for fun, Tang Zhiwei felt an even deeper sense of despair. A broken nose could be treated, but if they were thrown out the window, there wouldn’t even be an intact corpse left to bury!

"I-I... I’m s-sorry... Yang... Yang Xiaoyun... I’m sorry!" he apologized instinctively. Last time, all it took was an apology. As long as he apologized to Yang Xiaoyun, everything would be fine.

"Apologies require kneeling!" Zhang Yun demanded, raising a hand.

Tang Zhiwei, whose legs were already weak, dropped to his knees on the carpet with a thud. "I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I deserve to die!"

Feifei never expected him to be so spineless. He hadn’t even thrown a punch! After getting slapped in the face, he was actually kneeling and begging for mercy!

"Tang Zhiwei! I misjudged you! You’re not a man!"

SLAP!

Before Zhang Yun even needed to act, Tang Zhiwei—terrified she would bring a fatal disaster upon them—sprang up and slapped her hard across the face, sending her noseblood flying.

"Not enough!" Zhang Yun glanced toward the window.

He felt rather helpless at the moment. He had initially wanted to beat Tang Zhiwei and his mistress to a pulp. However, Feifei couldn’t take a hit—one punch and her face was covered in blood, her nose bridge shattered. Meanwhile, Tang Zhiwei had immediately knelt and begged for mercy...

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Tang Zhiwei instantly delivered three consecutive slaps to Feifei, leaving her wailing in despair. She couldn’t believe this man was such a coward who wouldn’t dare fight back against an attacker, yet was so swift and decisive when it came to beating her!

"Is... is this enough?" Tang Zhiwei asked with immense trepidation. He actually felt quite noble, believing that by compromising, he had just saved Feifei’s life.

Zhang Yun grabbed him by the collar, hoisting him into the air.

"N-No! Bro... don’t do this. Spare me... I really know I was wrong. I’ll never dare to do it again..."

Zhang Yun pulled him closer and whispered directly into his ear, "I don’t care which young woman you fool around with, but if you dare to upset Yang Xiaoyun again, you will never see those twins again!"

Everyone had a reverse scale—a bottom line that couldn’t be touched. Tang Zhiwei couldn’t care less about Yang Xiaoyun, and his feelings for Feifei were probably limited as well. However, when it came to his two sons, he cared deeply! Leaving aside the affection of raising them, even if he remarried now, there was no guarantee he could produce another son, let alone twin boys.

Zhang Yun using his sons as a threat hit him right where it hurt the most! When Zhang Yun said he would "never see them again," Tang Zhiwei didn’t interpret it as Yang Xiaoyun simply taking custody. In his mind, it sounded like a threat to murder his sons!

After all, in his eyes, Zhang Yun was the adulterer who had cuckolded him. The man only wanted Yang Xiaoyun’s body; why would he care about the children? Since the kids were his, Zhang Yun would find them an eyesore and might actually kill them.

"I swear, I’ll never dare do it again!"

Tang Zhiwei’s face was deathly pale. The moment he felt Zhang Yun release him, he immediately hauled up Feifei, who was crying through a blur of blood and tears, and scrambled out of the room in a desperate hurry.

He wondered if it was just a coincidence that this kid had shown up so perfectly on time. He must have been with Yang Xiaoyun this whole time! If Tang Zhiwei provoked Yang Xiaoyun again, this guy could pop out at any moment! What if something happened to his sons...? Tang Zhiwei even began entertaining the thought of moving away.

Once the door clicked shut and the room fell silent, Yang Xiaoyun, who had been weeping silently, finally asked, "Are you... Zhang Yun?"

Zhang Yun grabbed a tissue and handed it to her, gently smoothing out her disheveled hair.

"Sister Xiaoyun, it’s me."

Still seated, Yang Xiaoyun suddenly threw her arms around Zhang Yun’s waist and broke into loud, uncontrollable sobs.