Chapter 479: The Flower Vase

Chapter 479: Chapter 479: The Flower Vase

Park Jung-hoon seemed uninterested in dealing with Yoo Yeon-hee, this immensely popular Asian pop diva who had captivated millions of fans. Despite her stunning appearance that could easily charm countless men, she evoked no sentiment in him, and he even showed signs of disdain.

"Don't let there be a next time. I've told you before, I don't have feelings for you anymore," Park Jung-hoon said as he prepared to get back into the car.

"You're lying! You're lying! You're just afraid of what others might say! You can't possibly not love me!" Yoo Yeon-hee suddenly shouted.

Park Jung-hoon, about to sit down, furrowed his brow and sneered, "Afraid of what others say? If I cared, I wouldn't have started anything with you in the first place. I can only say that you're too conceited. Yes, you're very beautiful, but I don't need a world-class beauty. Yoo Yeon-hee, my patience has limits. Don't test them."

"You... you dare... it's impossible! You traveled all the way to Zhonghai; wasn't it to see me?!" Yoo Yeon-hee screamed.

Realizing something, Yoo Yeon-hee turned her head and saw Yang Chen standing at the doorway, watching the drama unfold with a smile.

Seeing Yang Chen, Yoo Yeon-hee's eyes suddenly lit up with realization. She quickly turned back to Park Jung-hoon.

"So that's how it is..." Yoo Yeon-hee muttered to herself, then burst into a self-mocking laugh.

"Hahaha! So that's how it is, Park Jung-hoon..." Yoo Yeon-hee laughed hysterically, then abruptly stopped and shot a venomous glare at Yang Chen before turning to Park Jung-hoon, "You have a sharp nose, but don't get too cocky. I'm not stupid, and neither are others. Park Jung-hoon, I will make you crawl back to me. When that time comes, I'll make you lick my toes."

A cold glint flashed in Park Jung-hoon's eyes. "Madwoman, I have no idea what you're talking about."

With that, Park Jung-hoon signaled his bodyguards to get into the car and sat back in the middle of the Mercedes.

Rolling down the window, Park Jung-hoon gave Yang Chen a polite smile, "Mr. Yang, please don't let that madwoman affect your mood. I hope to gain your sincere help, and I promise a generous reward."

Yang Chen grinned, "No worries," he said, waving goodbye.

Once Park Jung-hoon and his entourage had left, Yoo Yeon-hee shot Yang Chen a resentful look, then coldly smiled and got back into her Maserati, speeding off.

Yang Chen yawned, finding the scene dull. Turning around, he saw Lin Ruoxi standing at the door, quietly watching him.

As he walked back into the house, Yang Chen joked, "Ruoxi dear, you missed quite a show. You usually love watching Korean dramas, and this was a real-life one."

"What were they talking about?" Lin Ruoxi asked directly, ignoring Yang Chen's joke.

Since Park Jung-hoon and Yoo Yeon-hee spoke in Korean, Lin Ruoxi couldn't understand them.

Yang Chen shrugged, "Just the usual about a heartless man and a passionate woman, turning love into hate. Who knows? These things are always complicated."

Lin Ruoxi nodded, her face showing a hint of melancholy. She sighed softly and said, "I think something is off about this."

"What do you mean 'off'?" Yang Chen asked, smiling as he stood at the door.

The man wore black, thin-framed glasses, and his shoulder-length hair was unkempt. His face, dotted with stubble, exuded a rugged charm. His white coat was stained with various colorful smudges, and he wore old black boots. His expression was stiff, and his face, like a wax statue, showed no sign of color.

As the man in the white coat entered the room, he saw the television screen completely destroyed but showed no reaction. He merely glanced at it before continuing to the bedside.

The man on the bed swallowed nervously when he saw the white-coated man approach. His eyes revealed a mix of fear and anxiety. Finally, he called out softly, "Brother, you... you're here."

The man in the white coat did not respond directly but instead said, "Still alive, huh?"

The man on the bed fell silent immediately. His hands clenched into fists, his body trembling with a suppressed rage he dared not express.

The old butler quickly interjected, "Master, Second Young Master was beaten by that unreasonable Yang family brat. You must seek justice for him."

The man in the white coat remained expressionless, his eyes cold as he regarded the trembling figure on the bed. The tension in the room was palpable, with the unspoken threat hanging in the air.

The man in the white coat was none other than the eldest son of the Yan family, known to outsiders as the scientific genius Yan Bu Wen.

Yan Bu Wen completely ignored the old butler's tearful complaints and continued to stare mechanically at Yan Bu Xue, saying, "The people of the Yang family, regardless of whether they are legitimate or not, are not for you to provoke. Remember what I said."

"Why?!" Yan Bu Xue suddenly looked up, shouting angrily, "That old bastard Yang Gong Ming has long lost his power. The Yang family only has Yang Po Jun left, and now with the scandal, even his wife has left him. He can't achieve anything significant! Why should our Yan family be inferior to the Yang family?! What right do they have to be one of the Four Great Families?! Yan Bu Wen, despite being praised like a god by outsiders, are you really such a coward?!"

Yan Bu Wen didn't respond. Instead, he looked around and picked up a decorative vase from the bedside table.

"Crash!"

With a crisp sound, the vase shattered over Yan Bu Xue's head!

The old butler let out a scream but couldn't stop it in time.

Yan Bu Xue was stunned, feeling as if his soul had left his body. He felt a warm liquid trickle down from his head.

The white bandage wrapped around his head was now dyed red with blood.

"First of all, as long as Yang Gong Ming is alive, the Yang family remains one of the Four Great Families. Secondly, you should address me as 'brother,' not by my name. Lastly, whether I'm a coward or not is not for you to judge."

Having said that, Yan Bu Wen threw the remaining vase shards to the ground.

Suddenly, he noticed that his own hand had been cut by the vase shards, with some bright red blood seeping out.

Frowning slightly, Yan Bu Wen brought his right hand to his mouth, licked the blood with his tongue, swallowed it, and then stuffed his hand back into the large pocket of his coat.

As he turned to leave the ward, Yan Bu Wen seemed to murmur to himself, "If you were beaten to death, it might not be a bad thing after all."