Chapter 6: Get Out of Here

With Lin Feng accompanying her, Su Qingxue truly felt less afraid. Her drive home was steady and uneventful, and soon they arrived at her residence.

Tianyun Villa.

One of the most renowned wealthy districts in Jiangcheng.

Su Qingxue lived in a lakeside villa, much quieter than most, but as they approached, they saw the place bustling inside and out, people everywhere working with fervor.

As soon as they stepped inside, a festive atmosphere rushed up to greet them. Everywhere were decorations for celebration—red characters for happiness, ribbons, couplets—making it seem as if tomorrow was Su Qingxue's wedding day.

"Qingxue, you're back."

A middle-aged man stood up from the sofa, smiling as he looked over. He was impeccably groomed, the smile on his lips betraying a sinister air that instinctively made others want to keep their distance. Especially when his gaze landed on Lin Feng, a sharp flash crossed his eyes.

"Su Shifeng, get these people out of my house!" Su Qingxue could no longer endure it, her voice sharp and commanding as she spoke.

The workers paused, stunned, glancing over in confusion.

Yet Su Shifeng merely waved his hand, saying, "Carry on."

The crowd resumed their tasks, relieved.

Fixing his gaze on Su Qingxue, Su Shifeng said, "The family has just decided—since your health has mostly recovered, you might as well marry into the Bai family sooner and pursue your own happiness. Isn't that a good thing?"

"My happiness?" Su Qingxue's almond eyes grew cold. "It's clear you just want Bai family's resources. You dare call it pursuing my happiness? When did the family become as shameless as you?"

"Qingxue, mind your tone," Su Shifeng's voice chilled.

To be openly defied in front of so many, he lost patience at once. He turned to the makeup artists nearby and barked, "Aren't you supposed to do the lady's styling? What are you waiting for?"

"Yes, sir."

The two makeup artists hurried forward. One bowed slightly, saying, "Miss, please come with me." The other reached out and pressed down on Su Qingxue's shoulder.

Su Qingxue glared at them, icy and furious. "Do you mean to drag me to the Bai family by force?"

"Miss, we're just following instructions. Please don't make this difficult for us."

With that, immense force bore down. No matter how hard Su Qingxue struggled, she couldn't break free.

But the next moment, the makeup artist suddenly cried out, recoiling his hands as if shocked by electricity. On the back of his hand, two silver needles had appeared, burrowing into his flesh like hundreds of rampant ants.

"Aaah!" The agony drove him to his knees.

Su Shifeng frowned, reassessing Lin Feng, though soon his expression turned to disdain. "Young man, heroics require substance. Do you think you have it?"

"Miss Su just said to leave. I won't repeat her words a second time."

"You!" Su Shifeng's face darkened.

From Lin Feng's calm gaze, he felt deeply offended—though in his mind, Lin Feng had no right to offend him.

Stepping back, Su Shifeng dispensed with further words, barking, "Take him!"

"You dare!" Su Qingxue cried out, frightened, rushing to stand before Lin Feng, trying to shield him.

Yet Su Shifeng's people closed in from all sides; Su Qingxue alone couldn't hope to hold them back.

Two men lunged from the front, grabbing Su Qingxue left and right, while three more advanced on Lin Feng from behind, their attacks vicious—clearly aiming to cripple him.

They were fast, but Lin Feng was faster.

In an instant, he spun and swept his leg toward their waists. His leg, straight as a steel whip, struck with unyielding force. The three had no chance to defend, swept aside and sent flying.

They crashed down, unconscious, not one able to rise again.

Everyone looked on, stunned—including Su Shifeng.

These men were not mere wedding staff, but his longtime bodyguards, each capable of taking on ten men. Yet before Lin Feng, they were as weak as chicks.

Su Qingxue was shocked as well, not expecting Lin Feng to fight so fiercely.

"Not bad, Qingxue." Seeing that force would not resolve the matter, Su Shifeng shifted the pressure back to Su Qingxue. "But think carefully—a single enforcer can't change the family's will. You can't hide behind him forever. If the family wants, it could crush him effortlessly..."

Just as he spoke, Lin Feng strode up and interrupted, standing before Su Shifeng.

"What do you want?"

Su Shifeng couldn't help but swallow nervously.

Lin Feng wasted no words. He reached out, seized Su Shifeng’s collar, and with a casual motion tossed him out like garbage.

Bang!

The burly figure crashed through the door, landing heavily outside.

The air froze for a moment, then panic swept through everyone as they stumbled out to check on Su Shifeng.

Though bruised all over, his head was spared. After a moment, he regained his senses.

Supported by his people, Su Shifeng rose, glaring at Lin Feng with a twisted expression.

"You dare touch me? Do you know who I am?" he spat. "You're finished, boy. With one call, every Su family expert will hunt you down! I'll show you just how badly you've messed up..."

His threat was cut short as a large plastic bag was suddenly thrown from inside the house, hitting him squarely. It was filled with countless wedding items.

"Someone, kill him!" Su Shifeng roared with fury, flinging the bag aside.

Yet with Lin Feng’s prowess on display, no one dared step forward.

At that moment, cold, measured footsteps sounded behind them.

A graceful woman approached, accompanied by a middle-aged man whose sharp, hooked nose gave him a harsh, unsettling look.

"Shifeng, I sent you to help your sister—how did it come to this?"

"Mother!" Like a boat finding harbor in a storm, Su Shifeng turned, recounting the incident with embellishment.

The woman’s expression sank to its darkest.

"This girl’s gotten out of hand." With a sharp rebuke, she strode into the villa.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng was pouring a glass of water for Su Qingxue. Seeing the scene, the woman’s gaze grew ever more dangerous.

"Ah Biao, cut off this boy's hands for me."

"Yes, madam."

The hooked-nosed man flicked his sleeve, producing a short dagger, gripping it tightly.

The atmosphere, which had calmed, now tightened once more, taut as a drawn bow.