Chapter 1867: The Frail Young Master's Joy-Bringing Beautiful Wife 22

That punch, Jin Chen didn't hold back his strength; the bewildered crowd only heard a sudden tragic cry, and in the blink of an eye saw a figure fly past.

Duan Linfeng landed on his back, heavily falling onto the table filled with plum blossoms.

"Young Marquis!"

The servants rushed to help but it was too late; the table split in the middle, the flowerpot shattered and soil covered Duan Linfeng from head to toe.

They then looked in the direction Duan Linfeng had fallen; Jin Chen lowered his fist as if nothing had happened, the chill not yet faded.

Where is there any resemblance to the sickly young master everyone in Chuan Ze Cheng imagined?

Jin Chen then clutched his chest, wailing even more miserably than Duan Linfeng, the one who had been hit.

"Ah Ci!"

Ye Yuchi hurried over to Jin Chen's side, paying no heed to Duan Linfeng, who was surrounded by everyone's concern.

"Husband, what's wrong?"

Jin Chen grabbed Ye Yuchi's hand, feeling nauseous deep down; before speaking, he didn't forget to pick up the tea cup on the table and throw it over.

Thud!

It accurately smashed into the forehead of Duan Linfeng, who had just stood up.

The attendant supporting Duan Linfeng stared dumbfounded, personally seeing a trace of blood slowly slide down from his head.

"Little... Young Marquis?"

Duan Linfeng hadn't even lifted his hand to touch his head when he suddenly spun and fell into the broken flowerpot's muddy heap, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

The crowd was greatly startled, and then they busied themselves in a chaotic frenzy.

"Ah Ci, that dead pervert tried to take advantage of me." Jin Chen clenched his face, embracing his husband and pouring out his grievances.

Ye Yuchi recalled that day at the clothing shop, the way Duan Linfeng's eyes were drawn to her husband's appearance, and her heart filled with intense anger.

In his previous life he already knew how perverted Duan Linfeng was—only feigning warmth and deep affection in front of Ye Zining, but behind the scenes, whenever he saw a slightly better-looking young lady or gentleman, he would harass them without any regard for consequences.

But in Chuan Ze Cheng, Duan Linfeng held the identity of Young Marquis, and hardly anyone noticed.

Who would have thought that in this life, this beast Duan Linfeng would even covet his husband.

Ye Yuchi strove to suppress her anger, but could hardly conceal the sharp, knife-like glare she cast upon Duan Linfeng as he again struggled to his feet from the muddy heap, disheveled.

"Young Master Jin! What do you mean by this!"

The Liu family's young master was so angry he almost drew his sword, rebuking Jin Chen: "My cousin is a marquis; you're committing insolence!"

The crowd's shocked gazes fell again on Jin Chen, all eager to find out what exactly was happening.

Jin Chen's flawlessly handsome face turned pale, as if greatly frightened he clutched his chest and tightened his embrace around his husband, saying, "What are you looking at me for? Trying to scare me to death?"

"Still talking about insolence, why not say he's ugly and mischievous, still wanting to flirt with the young master, without even looking at how ugly he himself looks."

Jin Chen muttered under his breath, his voice not lowered at all, letting them hear everything.

The young master of the world's number one merchant clan, being a Young Marquis of the imperial kin, none of them dared to provoke, acting as if they didn't exist and only listening to gossip.

"You're full of crap!" the Liu family's young master seemed to have heard a joke; he despises nothing more than such a sickly weakling, who alive cannot accomplish anything.

"What beauty could my cousin lack that he would take a fancy to you?"

Jin Chen rolled his eyes.

Who would want it!

"He's a pervert, and you're even more blind."

A room full of demons and monsters.

Ye Yuchi wiped Jin Chen's shoulder with a handkerchief, then embraced him, slightly suppressing her inner anger.

Not long after, Duan Linfeng finally came to with Ye Zining's support, merely ridiculous and disheveled, a hastily fetched hot towel placed on his forehead, his face mixed with blood stains and dirt.

He was furious, wanting to kill; at that moment he saw no trace of the pity Jin Chen had feigned earlier, only a burning hatred wishing to be rid of him immediately.

"Jin Chen, you really don't put me in your eyes at all! Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Oh, you weren't even smashed to death just now."

Jin Chen gave him an up-and-down glance, as if seeing something dirty, his gaze flashing a fleeting fierce laziness.

Duan Linfeng inexplicably felt a chill, but soon reacted; looking again, he only saw Jin Chen leaning in Ye Yuchi's embrace, aggrieved and in need of comfort.

Duan Linfeng frowned tightly as if seeing a ghost.

It's surprising to feel that someone so ill they could die at any moment possesses such a terrifying aura.

He would rather believe that his consciousness was dazed from being hit by the fallen flowerpot just now.

Duan Linfeng couldn't swallow this anger; just as he was about to have someone teach Jin Chen a lesson, before he could speak, Jin Chen coughed a few times.

Someone, hurry back to fetch my father and Dage; I'm about to be angered to death here.

With so many eyes watching, Ye Yuchi likewise wore a worried expression, her phoenix eyes brimming with disappointment and dimness.

The Jin manor's guards were about to draw their swords and aim at Duan Linfeng.

Duan Linfeng: '......'

After all, one still had to give the Jin family face; moreover, the Liu family knew Duan Linfeng's temperament all too well, so it was the Liu family patriarch who stepped in to smooth things over, thereby avoiding further conflict.

But the revenge of the big shot, disgusted as he was, wasn't so easily let go.

Jin Chen indicated it was unforgivable.

Thus, after Duan Linfeng changed his clothes and returned, he constantly felt as if sitting on pins and needles; from time to time an inexplicable cold sensation would sweep across the top of his head, making his mind uneasy.

Ye Zining sat beside him and spoke; naturally she wouldn't believe what Jin Chen had just said, instead feeling pity for Duan Linfeng.

But gradually, the faces of those at the table grew somewhat strange, staring at Duan Linfeng with suspicion, not daring to say anything.

Jin Chen looked for a while, then shifted his gaze without any guilt.

Not beheading this dead pervert on the spot is already a sign of his kindness.

"All right, Ah Ci, don't be unhappy—look, he's lost all his hair." Jin Chen embraced Ye Yuchi, leaning against himself, and after a few kisses that nauseous feeling deep inside was greatly soothed.

All of Ye Yuchi's attention was on Jin Chen; upon hearing this, she was somewhat surprised and looked toward Duan Linfeng, who was seated a few places to the side, and stared blankly.

"What... what's going on?"

Jin Chen shook his head; the fingers hanging under the table flashed a faint golden light, and another clump of hair fell from Duan Linfeng's occiput.

"I don't know; maybe it's karmic retribution."

"I see."

Ye Yuchi hooked Jin Chen's finger and gave it a shake; her expression finally relaxed a little. "Someone like him deserves retribution."

"Cousin... cousin, your hair!" The Liu Family young master was so frightened by the overly rapid and bizarre hair loss that he stammered.

Duan Linfeng's hair kept falling out more and more; the chill on his head finally let him react, and he stood up in shock.

"What's going on?"

The bald patch on the back of his head exposed outside looked truly ridiculous; the servants dared not look up, kneeling in terror: "I don't know... Young Marquis, have you eaten something?"

"He deserves to die."

Duan Linfeng shoved the servant before him aside hard, strode away in haste, his steps hurried, and he even stumbled while running.

Someone at the banquet couldn't help laughing, then hastily covered their mouth out of fear.

"Get the manor physician over here!" Duan Linfeng roared angrily.

Jin Chen lounged lazily, producing a paper fan from somewhere unknown, and swayed it with an inscrutable air: "Those who repeatedly commit injustice will bring about their own downfall."

Ye Zining watched him warily: "Did you put something in Linfeng's wine?"

Ye Yuchi coldly lifted her phoenix eyes: "This is the Liu Family; do you think, as a cousin, that this is the Ye Family's backyard, where any sort of filthy thing can happen?"

Ye Zining couldn't get a word in edgewise against him; her already unpleasant face shifted unpredictably, and she completely failed to notice someone making a small movement behind her.