The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 438 - 435: Beat Some More, Thousands of Yuan 17_1

"Your son committed robbery, assaulted a store clerk, and is suspected of indecency. We now have both eyewitness testimony and physical evidence! Rest assured, these seven or eight bags are worth one hundred thousand. Robbery is a major crime. With multiple offenses adding to his charges, your son could very well face the death penalty, or at the very least, life imprisonment. And you can be absolutely certain we won’t grant any chance of a suspended sentence." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

The aunt pointed at the video of Yan Xixi picking up the chair and screamed, "They were the ones who started it..."

"They were acting in self-defense. When confronted with a robber, should they not resist?"

The aunt was left speechless.

Zhang Xiang glanced at Yang Wei, who lay there like a pile of mud, and thought to himself, Serves you right, you thug. You didn’t even consider that Third Young Master wouldn’t dare lay a finger on her, yet you dared to come and attack her so violently. Weren’t you courting death?

Outside, an ambulance siren wailed, rapidly approaching.

The rolling door opened, and two muscular men dragged the limp, dog-like Yang Wei onto the ambulance. The rest of the violent women didn’t dare to stay and left with the ambulance.

The shop was finally quiet again.

Zhang Xiang then turned to Yan Xixi. "Miss Yan," he said politely, "don’t worry. They will never dare to cause you any more trouble."

Yan Xixi kept her head down, not knowing what words of thanks to say.

Xu Xiaoya was also overcome with gratitude. "Thank you, Brother Zhang! Thank you so much, you and Third Young Master! If it weren’t for you, we would have been done for this time..."

"Don’t worry, there won’t be any more trouble like this."

He looked at the injury on Yan Xixi’s face. "Miss Yan, you should go to the hospital and get that checked."

She shook her head. "I’m fine."

"Even small injuries should be treated properly. It’s best to go to the hospital for a comprehensive check-up. You don’t want any complications in the future."

Yan Xixi kept her head down, remaining silent. Though she was grateful, she didn’t know how to express it.

Xu Xiaoya saw Zhang Xiang out and quietly asked, "Brother Zhang, Yang Wei isn’t really dead, is he?"

"Don’t worry, those two are professionals. They know how to control their force. That thug will definitely hurt for a few months, but his life isn’t at risk."

Xu Xiaoya finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, a death would be a serious problem.

When she saw the two muscular men stay behind, she was a little surprised. Zhang Xiang quickly explained, "I’m worried their associates might come looking for trouble again. Xiaoya, these men will protect you for the next few days. To avoid disturbing other customers, they’ll change into security guard uniforms and patrol outside. Don’t worry."

Xu Xiaoya was so grateful she could hardly speak, continually fiddling with her fingers. "Brother Zhang, thank you, really, thank you very much."

"It’s alright. Just take good care of Miss Yan."

"Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’ll definitely look after Xixi well."

She returned to the shop, still smiling somewhat dazedly; in that moment, it truly felt as if she had gone from hell to heaven.

Yan Xixi was still sitting in the same spot, appearing lost. Xu Xiaoya walked over and quietly said, "Xixi, I didn’t have any other choice. I was really scared, so I secretly called Brother Zhang yesterday. He once gave me his business card and told me to call him if I needed help. Besides him, I had no idea who else could help us..."

Yan Xixi forced a bitter smile. It wasn’t that she wasn’t grateful for everything Zhang Xiang had done; it was just that she couldn’t describe her feelings—it was like that time when her mother was critically ill, and she saw Wan Donglin slap the traffic cop. She had felt a peculiar sense of satisfaction from it. A ruffian’s greatest motivation is their belief that you wouldn’t dare to be as much of a ruffian as they are. And perhaps, to deal with a ruffian, do you really have to be more of a ruffian than them?