95: Chapter 95 She is my woman

Huang Mao stepped forward with a steady rhythm.

The aura around him shifted; a contained, icy coldness pressed silently toward the front.

He looked at An Ran; the girl's eyes still held the lingering fear and tears.

Then he looked at Lin Peng. That greasy smile and arrogant face instantly ignited the suppressed irritability and anger deep within Huang Mao.

The endless stream of messy incidents over the past few days felt like a tangled knot wrapping around him.

First, being secretly photographed in an empty classroom with Leng Qingxuan, then being filmed by a drone in a corner of the sports field with Su Muxue.

There was also Jiang Mengshu's third, yet-to-be-proposed request and her strange state earlier, the decisiveness and shyness of Leng Qingxuan when she asked for a hug, and the helplessness of An Ran being scared away.

Even these, he could endure.

They were just troublesome, but still within his control, things that could be solved slowly; most importantly, they didn't have a particularly large negative impact on him.

But now, someone actually dared to bully his person.

This had truly crossed his bottom line.

Lin Peng noticed Huang Mao, frowned, and spoke with an unfriendly tone.

"Hey, kid, can't you see we're busy? Don't meddle in other people's business, get lost!"

Huang Mao ignored Lin Peng's shouting.

He walked in front of An Ran, his tall frame shielding her completely.

He lowered his head and spoke, his voice so calm that not a hint of emotion could be heard: "Are they giving you trouble?"

An Ran was stunned for a moment.

She looked at Huang Mao's back, those broad shoulders that, at this moment, seemed to give her more peace of mind than ever before.

She nodded subconsciously, her voice trembling slightly: "Mm..."

Huang Mao let out a breath.

Something that had been hidden deep in his bones erupted at this moment.

His gaze became cold and dangerous, and an intimidating aura radiated from his entire body.

Seeing that Huang Mao ignored him and instead asked An Ran, Lin Peng's expression turned completely gloomy: "Kid, are you fucking deaf? I told you to get lost!"

He waved his hand, signaling his two lackeys behind him: "Take care of this annoying guy for me!"

Hearing this, the two lackeys grinned hideously and closed in on Huang Mao.

Huang Mao didn't hesitate, nor did he respond to Lin Peng's further questioning.

He just glanced at An Ran, a flicker of reassurance flashing in his eyes.

Subsequently, he turned around, took a step forward, and charged directly at the two lackeys.

His movements were crisp and clean, with no flashy techniques, only the simplest and most direct effective attacks.

The lackey on the left threw a punch; Huang Mao dodged to the side, reached out with his right hand to precisely grip the opponent's wrist, twisted it, and simultaneously slammed his left elbow into the opponent's ribs.

Accompanied by a dull sound of bone friction and a short, muffled groan, the lackey's body stiffened, his face twisted instantly, and he lost his balance and fell backward.

The lackey on the right saw this and threw a straight punch at Huang Mao's abdomen.

Huang Mao's eyes sharpened, he took a step back to evade, then kicked hard at the opponent's wrist with his left foot; the force was so great that the opponent pulled back instinctively in pain.

But before the opponent could react, Huang Mao clenched his right hand into a fist, slightly bent his elbow, and delivered an uppercut, slamming it hard into the opponent's chin.

"Bang!"

With two muffled thuds, the two lackeys hadn't even managed to put up an effective resistance before they were precisely struck in their vital points by Huang Mao and fell to the ground in pain.

They curled up on the ground, only able to emit low groans, having instantly lost their combat effectiveness.

The whole process happened too quickly, in just a few short seconds.

Lin Peng hadn't even seen clearly how Huang Mao made his move before his two lackeys were already lying on the ground.

The arrogant smile on his face froze, replaced by shock and a trace of fear.

After dealing with the lackeys, Huang Mao turned to the shocked and terrified Lin Peng.

Lin Peng tried to retreat, but Huang Mao was faster.

He took a step forward, reached out his right hand like an iron clamp to grab Lin Peng's collar, and dragged him fiercely in front of himself.

"W-what do you want?" Lin Peng called out, his bluster failing him.

Huang Mao didn't speak, his eyes just remained cold. He delivered a clean, heavy punch directly to Lin Peng's face.

"Crack!" The sound of the nasal bone breaking was clearly audible.

Lin Peng screamed, his body staggering from the blow.

But Huang Mao didn't stop.

Then came a continuous barrage of punches and kicks.

Each of Huang Mao's strikes carried a venting ferocity.

He didn't even bother to control his strength; fists, knees, and toes landed on Lin Peng like a storm.

Lin Peng had no ability to fight back, only able to hold his head and let out pig-like screams.

This scene left An Ran, who was watching from behind, stunned.

She had never seen this side of Huang Mao—no, wait, she seemed to have seen it before.

But it seemed to be a long, long time ago, middle school or elementary school, she couldn't remember clearly.

At that time, she had indeed seen Huang Mao fighting with others, and he was heavy-handed then too.

Since then, the only Huang Mao she had been familiar with was the one who was afraid of trouble, lazy, and gentle-tempered.

The two lackeys on the ground had actually recovered enough to move.

But seeing Huang Mao's posture and Lin Peng's miserable state, they collectively chose to continue lying on the ground, without making a sound.

They would rather play dead than take another step forward.

On Huang Mao's side, during the process of beating up Lin Peng, a voice, cold to the extreme and unlike anything that would typically come out of his mouth, sounded deeply:

"An Ran is my woman."

His voice carried not a hint of emotion, much like frost frozen in winter.

"Don't have any ideas about her." Huang Mao's fist landed on Lin Peng's stomach again, and the latter curled into a shrimp from the pain.

"If you dare to bother her again, it won't just be at this level."

After saying this, he shoved the battered and bruised Lin Peng to the ground and then stood up.

An Ran stared blankly at Huang Mao.

The powerful and dangerous aura radiating from him, along with that declaration of ownership, made her heart tremble violently.

All the grievances, anger, and anxiety turned into an unprecedented sense of being moved and security at this moment.

She stepped forward and gripped the corner of Huang Mao's clothes tightly, her eyes rimmed with red.

Lin Peng, beaten black and blue, lay on the ground in a sorry state, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, yet still unwilling to give up, he made a ruthless threat:

"Y-you just wait! My dad is the CEO of the Lin Corporation! You dare to hit me like this, you're dead!"

He tried to use his family background to threaten Huang Mao, his voice becoming hoarse due to the pain.

Huang Mao frowned again upon hearing Lin Peng's clamoring.

He felt a bit irritable and wanted to go up and add a few more kicks to make this guy shut up completely.

Just then, two figures appeared at the street corner behind him, and upon seeing those two figures, Lin Peng completely shut his mouth.

It was Leng Qingxuan and Su Muxue.

They had both been on their way back to Huang Mao's house before this, and after receiving Huang Mao's message, they had tried looking for An Ran.

As a result, they didn't see An Ran, but heard some inexplicable commotion.

Following the noise, they came over and saw this chaotic scene.

Although Leng Qingxuan still had some difficulty walking, her aloof temperament and icy gaze still made Lin Peng feel an inexplicable chill.

Her gaze swept over Lin Peng's disheveled state and then landed on Huang Mao, a flash of complex emotion in her eyes.

As for Su Muxue, although her face was gentle, her gaze was deeper and more dangerous than Leng Qingxuan's.

Looking at Lin Peng on the ground and the calmly standing Huang Mao, her eyes, like deep pools, were churning with some kind of chilling emotion, not as stable as they appeared on the surface.

Su Muxue stepped forward, her tone gentle yet carrying the majesty of someone in a high position. She looked at Lin Peng and parted her red lips: "The Lin Corporation?"

Hearing this voice, Lin Peng forced himself to look up; seeing Su Muxue staring directly into his eyes, his body couldn't help but tremble.

Su Muxue's smile remained gentle, but her voice carried a bone-chilling coldness: "I haven't really heard of it; it doesn't seem to be a very mainstream small company, does it?"

She tilted her head, her tone carrying a hint of casual confusion, which made Lin Peng's heart tighten.

"I wonder if my family's Su Group can 'take care' of it, just like kicking a stray dog on the roadside?"

Her words were light, but they made Lin Peng feel a bone-chilling cold.

On the other hand, Leng Qingxuan was more of a person of action and had already taken out her phone, her fair fingers tapping lightly on the screen, as if she were already prepared to make a call.

Her eyes looked at Lin Peng with contempt, as if she were looking at a clown.

Lin Peng was instantly dumbfounded.

He completely couldn't understand this sudden turn of events.

Of course he knew these two, and not just in a general sense.

The daughter of the Leng family, the apple of the Su Family's eye—these two were existences that his family had repeatedly warned him never to provoke, no matter how much trouble he caused.

He couldn't imagine in his wildest dreams why these two "powerhouses" would appear here and why they would defend this man who, aside from being able to fight, looked completely ordinary.

He understood even less how he had ended up in such a hopeless situation.

Su Muxue looked at the terrified Lin Peng, the disgust in her eyes almost overflowing.

Her tone also became cold, no longer carrying any fake gentleness:

"If you don't get lost, by tonight, you will disappear from this world."

Lin Peng was scared out of his wits.

He knew that this young lady of the Su Group truly had the capability to do so.

He didn't want to become a part of some building's concrete or be thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

At this moment, he ignored the pain on his body, scrambled up from the ground, and stumbled away from the scene.

The two lackeys also stood up at the right time, their faces pale as they apologized profusely.

"We were all forced into this!"

"And we didn't even do anything just now! We just got beaten up!"

"We will definitely not make this mistake again!"

"We're rolling away immediately!"

Then they ran away too, because their injuries were lighter, their speed was faster than Lin Peng's, and they soon left the limping Lin Peng behind.

Not until their figures disappeared around a corner did Su Muxue let out a sigh of relief, turned around, and the bone-chilling coldness on her face instantly faded, replaced by her customary gentle smile.

She walked toward Huang Mao step by step, her off-white skirt brushing against the fallen leaves on the ground, making a soft rustling sound.

An Ran felt Su Muxue's gaze, subconsciously released the corner of Huang Mao's clothes, and took a step back, her hands clutching the edge of her clothes, her knuckles turning white.

Su Muxue was stunned for a moment when she saw this, then her gaze fell on Huang Mao's face, her red lips parted.

"It is my dereliction of duty to have let Master feel uncomfortable because of such trash."

Huang Mao looked at her, arched his eyebrows slightly, didn't speak, just nodded gently.

Su Muxue's eyelashes drooped, casting long shadows under her eyes, and when she looked up again, the apology in her eyes was even deeper.

She knew that Huang Mao hated unprovoked trouble the most.

Today's incident should not have escalated to this point, and she was inseparable from it.

"Master will never see that disgusting guy again."