Supremely Talented Tyrant

"But this is the damn truth," Hao Jian lifted his proud chin, raising an eyebrow at Shu Ya, "Wife, tell him your husband isn't lying."

Shu Ya really felt like killing Hao Jian at this point, cursing inwardly: This bastard!

Meanwhile, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but laugh and cry. He had already learned from Shu Ya's own mouth that her relationship with Hao Jian was purely business, not love.

That alleviated Zhang Cheng's worries somewhat, because with Hao Jian's mysterious identity and overwhelming power, even someone like Xu Donghe had dealings with him. If Shu Ya really married him, it wouldn't be long before Shu Ya Group might end up being renamed and rebranded.

Zhang Cheng couldn't accept this, so he had a talk with Shu Ya.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Naturally, he knew that it was Shu Ya who had actively pursued Hao Jian, or rather, forced him.

At this moment, Leng Feng was also eagerly looking at Shu Ya, just hoping she would give a negative answer.

Then, Shu Ya disappointed him.

"That's right, I pursued him," Shu Ya said, dejected.

"Miss," Leng Feng looked at Shu Ya with a face full of sorrow, appearing very plaintive.

"Have you all made enough of a fuss? If so, let's start the meal."

Shu Ya coldly dropped the sentence and turned to walk into the dining room, too lazy to deal with these two fools.

Zhang Cheng, however, looked thoughtfully at Hao Jian and asked, "Hao Jian, do you know Martial Arts as well?"

"Just a smattering," Hao Jian said modestly.

"I think you're deliberately hiding your skills. Even Leng Feng was defeated by you. That's not just a smattering," Zhang Cheng said, his gaze growing wary after receiving Hao Jian's response.

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"I was just careless, which is why I lost to him. Give me another chance, and I'm sure I can defeat him!" Leng Feng said, unwilling to accept his defeat.

But on hearing this, Zhang Cheng scoffed:

"A loss is a loss; don't make excuses about being careless. Do you think your enemy will give you another chance on the battlefield? If you keep that attitude, you'll end up dying out there sooner or later!"

Leng Feng trembled all over, realizing his impetuousness, and hung his head, exhaling deeply:

"I was wrong."

Hao Jian raised an eyebrow, watching the scene with interest. This Leng Feng was quite right—he really was a loyal hound.

"Hao Jian, let's go have dinner," Zhang Cheng turned back to look at Hao Jian, his tone polite.

It wasn't because Hao Jian was Shu Ya's fiancé, but rather because Zhang Cheng also couldn't figure out Hao Jian's true identity.

Seeing Hao Jian unwilling to mention his past, he tactfully refrained from asking further.

"Sure," Hao Jian agreed readily, joining Zhang Cheng in the dining room.

Leng Feng followed behind as well. Although he was a bodyguard, he had grown up with Zhang Cheng and was considered part of the Zhang Family, so he too had a place at the dinner table.

The four sat down at the table while the servants brought out the food. But just as they were about to start eating, a slightly frivolous voice came from outside the door.

"Yo, Shu Ya's back? Why didn't she come to visit her dear uncle?"

When all four of them looked outside the door, they saw a middle-aged man walk in, wearing pajamas on the outside, a tank top and large boxer shorts on the inside, sporting a face full of stubble, unkempt hair, looking even more like a vagrant than an actual vagrant.

Hao Jian was dumbfounded. Was this really Shu Ya's uncle? This getup was a bit too wild, way too cool and explosive, right?

Beside this man was a garishly dressed middle-aged woman.

In stark contrast to the man's untidiness and dishevelment, the woman seemed to have focused too much on her appearance. It was clear her melon-seed face had been surgically altered, her face heavily made-up—the powder could fall off in chunks, weighing over two pounds, and her mouth looked as if she had just devoured more than twenty pounds of hot peppers.

She even put on makeup to come eat—this was not ordinary behavior.

And this woman was clearly Shu Ya's aunt.

Upon seeing Zhang Zicong and Yao Shufen appear, Zhang Cheng's face immediately turned sour, clearly not too fond of his son and daughter-in-law.

"Uncle, Aunt."

Shu Ya called out politely and then fell silent, not even offering the most basic greeting, obviously not fond of these two people either.

Seeing this scene, Hao Jian immediately understood the relationship between the parties and chose not to say anything.

Noticing everyone's lukewarm reaction, Zhang Zicong and Yao Shufen felt irritated. Yao Shufen glanced sidelong at Leng Feng and said in a mocking tone:

"Oh, how did this dog get on the table again? Old man, you're really spoiling him, aren't you? If he gets used to it, he'll want to be on the table every day."

Hearing this, Leng Feng's expression chilled as he glared at Yao Shufen.

"Heh, you dare to glare at me? Did I say something wrong? Aren't you just a dog?" Yao Shufen scoffed disdainfully, knowing full well Leng Feng wouldn't dare to do anything to her.

"Sit down and eat if you want to eat; if you don't want to eat, then get out!" Zhang Cheng rebuked them gruffly.

Yao Shufen's face stiffened, and she huffed, taking a seat at one of the chairs.

"Shu Ya, who is this? Why don't you introduce him to your uncle?" Zhang Zicong asked with raised eyebrows, clearly having noticed Hao Jian.

"He is my fiancé," Shu Ya said, her eyes downcast as she continued eating, not even lifting her head.

Yao Shufen appraised Hao Jian from head to toe and let out a derisive chuckle:

"Fiancé? That's hilarious. Shu Ya, your taste in men is just like your mother's—not that great. You have the nerve to bring someone like this home?"

Upon hearing this, Shu Ya, who was eating, immediately stopped her chopsticks.

Hao Jian also frowned. Yao Shufen's words were indeed overstepping. She managed to insult both a living person and a deceased one in one go.

Shu Ya lifted her head, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at Yao Shufen: "Is it any better to bring home someone who dresses up flamboyantly and ******** like a ***** every day?"

"You—"

Yao Shufen was momentarily stunned. Did Shu Ya just call her a prostitute?

Yao Shufen turned to Zhang Zicong, "Zicong, listen to what your niece is saying. I was speaking for her own good, and she called me a *****."

At this, Zhang Zicong also frowned and said:

"Shu Ya, that's where you're wrong. Your aunt didn't say anything incorrect. Look at your fiancé—he doesn't even greet us when we arrive. So wooden, what's he good for?"

Hearing this, Zhang Cheng almost choked in anger.

Do you know who you are and who he is?

He is a giant, someone with a single word who could lead to the shuttering of our Shu Ya Group. And you, a good-for-nothing, lazy freeloader—how dare you expect him to greet you?