Oh no, Lin Xuan got beaten up

Wang Fu said, "That was just me being careless for a moment, giving you a chance to take advantage. This time, you won’t have the opportunity to sneak attack."

A wave of worry rose in Jiang Yutong’s heart.

This Wang Fu had trained in martial arts—could Lin Xuan really defeat him?

What if she couldn’t escape and ended up dragging him down?

Wang Fu sneered and spoke again, "I’m in a good mood today. If you leave now and don’t ruin my fun, I might just let you go."

"You don’t need to let me go," Lin Xuan chuckled. "Mr. Wang, have you ever heard an old saying?"

"It goes like this: 'The more you talk, the sooner you die.' I think you should hurry up and act instead of wasting words. Don’t you agree?"

"Fine, fine, fine!" Wang Fu laughed in anger. "Since you refuse the easy way and choose the hard way, don’t blame me."

"Even if you kneel and beg for mercy now, I won’t spare you."

Wang Fu’s body was packed with muscle.

He swung his fist, aiming straight for Lin Xuan’s face.

Lin Xuan casually glanced at him, and just as the punch was about to connect, he sidestepped.

Dodging Wang Fu’s strike, he reached out and seized Wang Fu’s wrist.

No matter how hard Wang Fu struggled, Lin Xuan’s grip was like an iron vise, locking him in place, rendering him powerless.

Wang Fu’s expression twisted in shock.

This man had terrifying strength—he wasn’t ordinary.

The thought had barely formed when Lin Xuan lifted his foot and kicked Wang Fu square in the chest, sending him crashing into the edge of a table.

"Ah—!"

Wang Fu’s back slammed against the sharp corner, and he let out a howl of pain.

Jiang Yutong froze, staring at Lin Xuan in disbelief.

He looked so lean—how was he this strong?

If Lin Xuan knew what she was thinking, he’d protest in outrage.

Why did everyone assume he was some scrawny weakling?

He was the definition of "lean in clothes, built underneath."

But proving it? No way.

Only Hua had the privilege of seeing him without layers.

Under Jiang Yutong’s stunned gaze, Lin Xuan grabbed Wang Fu’s collar with one hand and lifted him effortlessly.

"This—"

Jiang Yutong’s eyes widened further.

Wang Fu had to weigh at least 170 or 180 pounds—yet this man was holding him up with one hand like it was nothing.

Lin Xuan spun Wang Fu around a few times, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he hurled Wang Fu across the room.

Wang Fu flew like a ragdoll, crashing into the wall with a heavy thud.

"Cough, cough—" Wang Fu clutched his chest, hacking violently, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"So? Still think I’m a weakling?" Lin Xuan smirked, his tone taunting.

Wang Fu looked up at him, terror in his eyes.

How was he this powerful?

He’d never seen anyone with such monstrous strength.

This man was beyond his ability to handle.

Wang Fu was terrified.

Gritting through the pain, he dropped to his knees with a loud thump.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry!"

He kowtowed frantically. "I was blind! I didn’t know how strong you were!"

"You want Jiang Yutong? Take her! I won’t interfere. Do whatever you want with her—I’ll even give you the room!"

Lin Xuan rolled up his sleeves leisurely.

Hearing Wang Fu’s pleas, he lifted an eyebrow. "Too late for mercy now."

He was just getting started—why stop?

Lin Xuan strode forward, grabbing Wang Fu by the collar again.

Wang Fu trembled. "I-I warn you, if anything happens to me, the police will arrest you! You’ll rot in jail!"

Jiang Yutong’s voice cut in, cold and firm. "Go ahead. Don’t worry—I’ll make sure nothing happens to you."

The Jiang family would never let him face consequences for this.

"Hear that?" Lin Xuan grinned. "No consequences. Get ready to be my punching bag, Wang Fu."

His fists flew, pummeling Wang Fu relentlessly.

Thud after thud echoed through the room, punctuated by Wang Fu’s agonized screams.

He tried to collapse, but Lin Xuan wouldn’t let him fall—keeping him upright like a human punching bag.

Jiang Yutong forgot her earlier humiliation, watching Lin Xuan’s brutal beatdown with fierce satisfaction.

This was justice.

Absolutely brutal—and utterly deserved.

Meanwhile, Sister Wang couldn’t shake Xiao Li’s words from her mind.

If what Xiao Li said was true, Lin Xuan had gone to rescue someone.

But with his slender frame—could he really handle it?

Uneasy, she hurried to the private room. Pressing her ear to the door, she heard muffled thumps—fists striking flesh, bodies hitting walls, and pained cries.

Oh no.

This was bad.

The man who’d brought the woman was built like a tank, while Lin Xuan was lean and wiry. There was no way he could win.

Lin Xuan was the CEO of Tianmu Group, a celebrated tech genius—if something happened to him here, the fallout would be catastrophic. The hotel would be dragged into the scandal.

Without hesitation, Sister Wang called the police and summoned security.

Xiao Li rushed over as soon as she got the news.

"Sister Wang, what do we do?" she fretted, pacing anxiously.

Lin Xuan’s handsome face—what if it got bruised? The thought alone was heartbreaking.

She’d been so starstruck seeing him in person that she’d forgotten to ensure his safety!

"It’ll be fine, Xiao Li. Don’t worry," Sister Wang reassured, though her voice lacked conviction.

How could Lin Xuan possibly win against that brute?

When the security team arrived, Sister Wang swiped the hotel’s master key.

The door clicked open.