The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 128 - 125: The Weakness of Human Nature!

With all her might, Wei Shuying slapped Zhou Xueman across the face! Caught off guard, Zhou Xueman staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

SWISH—! She whipped her head up, instinctively clutching the side of her face as it burned with a fiery pain. Staring at Wei Shuying in disbelief, she snarled, "You dare hit me?"

Ever since she could remember, Zhou Xueman had been surrounded by a life of luxury. For years, she had used her family’s wealth to ensure she never suffered the slightest grievance. The only exception was the last time she was here, when Qin Fan had made those humiliating demands.

Provoked by the slap, her pampered and arrogant nature flared. She completely forgot the danger she was in and, as if losing her mind, raised her hand to strike Wei Shuying back. But how could Qin Fan give her that opportunity? The instant Zhou Xueman raised her hand, he shot forward, seizing her by the throat and lifting her off the ground.

Showing no hint of compassion, Qin Fan smiled at Wei Shuying. "Mom, go inside first! I’ll handle this."

Wei Shuying moved her lips as she watched Qin Fan lift Zhou Xueman, but she forcefully held back the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She knew that since Qin Fan had endured this matter for so long, he would know where to draw the line.

Biting her lip, she nodded. "Alright!"

With that, she shot a look of utter hatred at Zhou Xueman and Zhou Yihang, then turned on her heel and walked into the room.

As for Zhou Xueman, the blood drained from her face as Qin Fan held her aloft. In a state of ghastly pallor, she flailed her arms, uselessly striking at him. Seeing his daughter on the verge of passing out, Zhou Yihang screamed frantically, "Mr. Qin, let my daughter go! I beg you, please let her go!"

Qin Fan gave a glacial smile. He loosened his grip slightly, tossing Zhou Xueman onto the sofa.

"Zhou Yihang, if I remember correctly, that marriage certificate still makes Zhou Xueman my fiancée, doesn’t it?" Qin Fan said, not even glancing at Zhou Xueman, who was now coughing violently.

In his panic, Zhou Yihang blurted out, "Young Fan, you... what are you planning to do!"

"You don’t need to worry about what I’m going to do," Qin Fan said, his face an icy, expressionless mask. "Right now, you have two choices. One, the Zhou Group is dismantled in a few hours. Two, get out of my house! As fast as you can."

"Please, can you let Xueman go? Uncle Zhou is begging you, I’m begging you!" Zhou Yihang’s legs went weak, and he instinctively moved to kneel again.

But Qin Fan’s next words stopped him cold.

"You have five seconds," Qin Fan stated. "Five!"

Zhou Yihang froze, his gaze fixed on Zhou Xueman in an agony of indecision as he bit his lip.

"Four!"

On one hand was his life’s work and the rest of his own life. On the other was the humiliation his daughter was about to suffer. Torn by the agonizing choice, Zhou Yihang bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Three!"

Zhou Yihang’s breathing grew ragged, each gasp labored and sharp.

"Two!"

As Qin Fan’s voice bit out the word "two," Zhou Yihang’s eyes flew wide. "Young Fan, Uncle Zhou will get out! I’ll get out now!"

In that split-second decision, Zhou Yihang had chosen his company. After all, if the Zhou Group collapsed, if he fell, what would become of Zhou Xueman? He couldn’t begin to imagine that dark future. Besides, if Qin Fan was determined to hurt his daughter, what could he possibly do to stop him now? In the end, he had no choice.

But to put it another way, the cold logic of self-interest had triumphed over the bonds of family. An ungrateful wretch will always be an ungrateful wretch. Deep down, he could never cast aside his own selfish nature. So-called ’rationality’ is often just an excuse for selfishness and cowardice.

If Zhou Yihang had held his ground, Qin Fan might have shown him a shred of mercy. But now?

Qin Fan sneered in contempt. "Then get lost."

"Dad! No! Don’t go! Take me with you!" Seeing Zhou Yihang turn and take his first weary, defeated step, Zhou Xueman shrieked hysterically. She knew what would happen if she were left behind. Would she suffer at Qin Fan’s hands? Of course she would!

At that moment, regret washed over her. She didn’t regret what she’d done to Qin Fan. She regretted agreeing to come here with her father. More than anything, she regretted not hiring an assassin to kill Qin Fan from the very beginning. If she hadn’t come, would any of this be happening? Going back even further, if she had just hired a killer to take out her frustrations, would she and her father be in this predicament today?

Truly, it was like father, like daughter. A deep-seated, selfish streak ran in their blood, only revealing itself in moments of crisis.

Hearing his daughter’s piercing screams, Zhou Yihang’s fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. He wanted to turn back, but he couldn’t summon the courage. Heaving a deep sigh, he let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh and forced himself to walk out the door.

In that instant, Zhou Xueman’s heart turned to ash. She couldn’t believe that the father who had doted on her and granted her every wish would abandon her like this.

"Miss Zhou, my apologies. It seems you’ve just had your first taste of familial betrayal," Qin Fan said, shaking his head with a derisive smile.

"This is your fault, Qin Fan! It’s all you! You’re the one pulling the strings, you’re the one stirring things up! I hate you, I hate you!" Zhou Xueman suddenly went berserk. Tears streamed down her face as she lunged at Qin Fan like a wild animal, her hands like claws.

Her life was supposed to be a fairy tale, a princess in a castle, but now, everything had changed. It was all ruined. The moment her father knelt and revealed the Zhou Group’s dire situation, she had felt the darkness of her future closing in.

"Hate me? Hmm. I suppose you should," Qin Fan said, easily catching her flailing hands.

They say that pitiful people always have a hateful side. What other explanation was there for the Zhou family’s downfall? It was entirely their own doing. If it weren’t for Zhou Xueman’s incessant provocations, Qin Fan wouldn’t have even bothered with them; he would have simply let them self-destruct. But there were no ’what-ifs’. Fate had decreed that they would face this tribulation upon his return to this life.

RRIP!

Qin Fan nonchalantly reached out and tore at Zhou Xueman’s clothing. With a sharp sound, her expensive designer blouse was ripped apart.

Before she could scream, Qin Fan circulated his True Qi. Muttering an incantation, he set up a soundproofing Array. All sound was instantly sealed within it, rendering her panicked, piercing shrieks completely silent.

Piece by piece, Qin Fan ripped her clothes away, letting the shredded tatters fall to the floor. He didn’t even spare her underwear. Under Qin Fan’s calm, detached gaze, Zhou Xueman was left completely bare.

"Pervert! You’re a pervert! A demon! You’re a demon!"

Completely naked, Zhou Xueman’s eyes were filled with nothing but terror. Her spirit, never fortified by hardship and only shaped by a pampered, arrogant upbringing, finally shattered. She had a sickening premonition of what was about to happen next.