Chasing His Ex: The Tycoon's Hidden Twins

Of course, Lu Fan’s claim that he was rushing to save his son and daughter-in-law was just an exaggeration.

Because under Lao Liu and Lao Jiu’s protection, it was impossible for Jiang Sifan and Wen Wan to get hurt.

But Sifan had no idea his dad had secretly arranged for bodyguards.

He was panicking. Faced with four or five punks with dyed hair, he figured if he were alone, he might be able to ambush one or two of them and then make a run for it.

But things were different now. Wen Wan was behind him.

If he tried to run with her, these punks would definitely catch them.

Plus, the area was deserted and dimly lit, so calling for help wasn’t a realistic option.

Sifan felt a pang of regret.

’I shouldn’t have come out this late to promote the business at such a remote shop.’

He remembered lecturing Jiang Silu about this very thing. He’d thought that since he and Wen Wan were together, there wouldn’t be any major problems. He never expected to have to deal with so many people.

Sifan decided to try and solve the problem with money.

After all, these young punks couldn’t be provoking him just for the sake of starting trouble. ’They must be after something.’

So, he forced a smile. "How about this? I’ll give you guys a thousand yuan. You can go sing some karaoke, get a massage, and have a good time. Don’t worry, I won’t call the cops."

"A thousand yuan... that’s a little tempting. Let’s see you prove your sincerity," the lead punk gestured.

Lin Qiang, who was standing to the side, saw this and felt something was wrong.

He quickly urged them on, "Hey, don’t forget who you’re working for! I already paid you."

"What’s the rush?" The punk glared back at Lin Qiang. "You, shut up."

Sifan then noticed Lin Qiang. He was the only one there with his face covered, which was definitely suspicious.

Putting all the pieces together, he instantly guessed that the masked man in front of him was very likely Lin Qiang.

So, he said coldly, "Lin Qiang, if that’s you, I suggest you take off the mask. Whatever this is about, let’s settle it face-to-face."

Hearing this, Lin Qiang panicked.

He quickly whispered, "I’ll give you another two thousand. Beat him up, right now."

When they heard this new offer, all the punks got excited.

One of them, unable to wait, decided to be the first to charge in.

Seeing this, Sifan kicked him square in the stomach.

"Son of a bitch..." The man was kicked to the ground.

Seeing this, the others dropped the act and decided to rush him all at once to teach him a lesson.

Sifan pulled Wen Wan back, retreating as he warned them, "I’m warning you, you’d better quit while you’re ahead. That masked guy is Lin Qiang. If you leave now, I’ll only deal with him."

But the young thugs weren’t listening. Two of them charged right up to him, fists raised, ready to give him a good beating.

At this point, Sifan couldn’t dodge their attacks, as he had to protect Wen Wan.

Wen Wan was getting scared too. She was worried Sifan would get hurt protecting her.

She desperately wanted to help, but they were all grown men. What could one girl do against them?

Even if she steeled herself and threw a punch at the thugs,

in their eyes, it would just be what they called a "thug’s delight" punch.

Sifan looked at Wen Wan and said, "Run! Just run!"

With that, he shoved a thug aside, creating an opening for Wen Wan to escape.

Wen Wan didn’t hold him back. When he told her to run, she ran.

The classic TV drama trope of "I won’t run! I won’t leave without you!" wasn’t going to happen here.

Because she knew that if she stayed, she would only be a burden to Sifan.

It was better to find a chance to get away and call the police for help immediately.

But how could Lin Qiang let Wen Wan go?

Just a moment ago, when Wen Wan looked panicked, he had been swallowing his saliva in anticipation.

The thought that this was Sifan’s girl made him rub his hands together, eager to take advantage of the situation.

’With that fair skin and pretty face, it’d be worth it to get a good grope or two.’

Lin Qiang ran after Wen Wan, closing the distance in just a few quick strides.

Wen Wan was completely unaware, still running for her life.

Seeing his chance, Lin Qiang decided to grab her in a bear hug to stop her.

Just as his hands reached for Wen Wan, two figures shot out.

One of them punched Lin Qiang square in the face, while the other executed a shoulder throw.

In a mere second, Lin Qiang hit the ground with a thud.

He still didn’t know what had happened, only that his mouth hurt and tasted of blood.

Lin Qiang screamed in pain, "AH! OWW! AHHH~~"

Wen Wan heard the noise and glanced back.

Seeing that someone was helping, her voice trembled as she pleaded, "Please, help! My... my classmate is over there, surrounded!"

"Ma’am, we were sent by President Lu. Don’t worry, we’re here to help the young master," Lao Liu said with a nod.

Lao Jiu, meanwhile, took out a pre-prepared rope and tied Lin Qiang up in a few swift motions.

Seeing this, Wen Wan finally processed what was happening.

’So Jiang Sifan’s father, Lu Fan, sent people to help.’

She let out a sigh of relief.

’But that was too fast. I just sent the message a moment ago, and people are already here to help.’

Meanwhile, Sifan was brawling with two of the punks.

In a one-on-one fight, none of the punks there would have been his match.

Against two, Sifan could barely hold his own.

But with no sense of honor, the punks ganged up on him, three or four at a time.

One of the punks kicked Sifan, knocking him to the ground.

He looked back at the arrogant thugs, spat on the ground, and climbed back to his feet with clenched fists. "Damn it, if you’ve got the guts, then come and kill me!"

With that, Sifan charged crazily at one of them.

No matter how the other punks hit him, he kept his focus on beating just one guy.

Gradually, the punk Sifan had pinned to the ground was beaten black and blue.

The others started to get scared, afraid that if he kept going, he might actually kill the guy.

They stopped hitting Sifan and instead tried to pull him off.

But Sifan wasn’t about to let go so easily. He relentlessly pounded the man on the ground with his fists.

’When you’re outnumbered, you have to pick one person and beat them senseless until the others get scared.’

The young punk on the ground covered his head and cried, "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!!"

The lead punk couldn’t stand watching this. He picked up a brick from the side of the road, planning to knock Sifan out.

Just as he raised the brick and leaped up to smash it down...

...the next second, Lao Liu sent him flying two meters with a single kick.

Before the others could react, Lao Liu had taken care of two more.

In an instant, their leader was down, and the other young punks only wanted to run. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

After all, they were good at ganging up on someone.

But they weren’t about to risk their lives for this!

’This isn’t enough money to die for.’

Sifan realized what was happening. Seeing that help had arrived, he stood up and started to run toward where Wen Wan had gone.

Right now, all he wanted was to know if Wen Wan was safe.

Wen Wan ran over to him. Seeing Sifan, she immediately said, "Someone’s here to save us! It was Uncle Lu, he sent people to rescue us."

Sifan froze for a moment, but he didn’t have time to think about it.

He asked, "Did you call the police?"

"I... I... I forgot." Wen Wan took out her phone, her hands trembling as she started to dial 110.

But at that moment, a Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of them and slowly came to a stop.

The door opened, and Lu Fan said, "Wen Wan, don’t dial 110 just yet."

Sifan was shocked to see Lu Fan appear.

But for some reason, the moment he saw Lu Fan, his panic subsided.

Just moments before, he had been terrified.

Afraid of being beaten to death, and afraid of beating someone to death.

He was also afraid that someone would try to assault Wen Wan.

He didn’t care if he got hurt, but Wen Wan absolutely could not be defiled.

Lu Fan looked at Sifan, noticing the bruise on his lip and the blood on his knuckles. He asked, "How are you? Are you okay?"

Sifan shook his head. He was about to ask why his father was here...

...but Lu Fan explained first. "Wen Wan just sent me a message sharing her location. I had a feeling something was wrong, so I sent people over immediately."

Sifan was confused. How did Wen Wan have Lu Fan’s contact information?

He looked at Wen Wan, who blushed and answered in a small voice, "At the seminar the other day, Uncle Lu told me to add him on WeChat. He said if I had any questions about starting a business, or if anything came up, I could contact him right away."

Sifan then asked, "Then why didn’t you tell me?"

"She was afraid you’d get mad. After all, you haven’t even added me on WeChat," Lu Fan said with a chuckle.

After saying that, he walked straight toward Lin Qiang.

Seeing this, Sifan didn’t say anything.

Wen Wan followed behind Sifan like a child who’d done something wrong, her face red.

Lu Fan looked down at Lin Qiang, who was crouching on the ground. "So my son beat you up before, and you couldn’t accept it. You decided to hire people to get revenge, is that it?"

"So what if I did?" Lin Qiang retorted stubbornly. "Your son was the one who hit me last time, but he didn’t get any punishment from the school. Instead, *I* was the one who got a demerit. How is that fair?"

"Because I’m more powerful than your father," Lu Fan stated calmly.

"What power do you have?" Lin Qiang laughed. "If you were so powerful, your son wouldn’t have to work a part-time job every day! If you were so powerful, I wouldn’t have been able to steal your son’s girlfriend. He can’t even afford to buy her an iPhone."

Sifan’s face flushed bright red. He said angrily, "She’s my ex-girlfriend, not my girlfriend!"

Seeing that he’d gotten a rise out of Sifan, Lin Qiang laughed even harder. "Your dad says he’s powerful, and yet you lost your girlfriend."

Listening to his incessant taunts, Lu Fan turned to Wen Wan and gestured. "Wen Wan, you should get in the car. I’ll have my assistant take you back to school."

Hearing this, Wen Wan quickly looked at Sifan, clearly worried about him.

But Sifan understood the unspoken meaning.

He nodded and said to Wen Wan, "You should head back. Don’t worry, they’re all tied up, and there are a lot of people here. I won’t be in any danger."

Only then did Wen Wan reluctantly get into the car.

Lu Fan glanced at Chen He, who understood instantly and drove the car away from the scene.

The main reason Lu Fan had sent Wen Wan away was that he didn’t want her kind heart to be tainted.

At the same time, Lao Liu and Lao Jiu brought over the rest of the young punks.

"Stay still! Don’t move."

"Damn it, still moving, are you?"

Lao Liu kicked one of the punks.

The man cried out in pain, "AH, IT HURTS, IT HURTS!"

Seeing that all the attackers were gathered, Lu Fan smiled at Sifan and asked, "Sifan, what are you going to do now?"

"I..."

The sudden question left Sifan stunned.

He stammered, "I’ll call the police."

"Mm, that’s right. For an ordinary person in this situation, calling the police immediately is the correct thing to do," Lu Fan nodded.

He then pointed at Lin Qiang and the others. "But today, you don’t have to call the police just yet."

"Why?" Sifan was confused. "Then what should I do now?"

"You’re going to hit them back, the same way they hit you."

Lu Fan looked down at Lin Qiang.

The next second.

He kicked him straight to the ground.

Sifan, standing to the side, was stunned.

’This...’