Wang Yufeng nearly exploded with rage when she heard Ian Song say she had brain problems. Pointing at him, she snapped, "Chu Fan, stop pretending to be clueless! You must have heard how beautiful I am and begged Uncle Drake to marry me!
Let me tell you, bumpkin, you're not even qualified to touch a single finger of mine. How could I possibly marry you? So you'd better give up that unrealistic fantasy. If you don't, you won't even need me to deal with you personally—my admirers will tear you to pieces!
Hearing Wang Yufeng's words, Ian Song was even more speechless. Did he ever beg Drake Ward to marry anyone? Pretty sure not. This girl was beautiful, sure, but her personality was seriously off-putting. Even if Drake Ward wanted him to marry her, he'd refuse. Begging to marry her? What a joke.
"Miss, who exactly are you? And let me make this absolutely clear—I never begged Drake Ward to marry you!"
"Hmph!"
Wang Yufeng scoffed arrogantly, "Even now you dare pretend to be clueless and argue? You think I'll believe you just because you act like you don't know me? Anyway—"
"Enough!"
Ian Song shouted, face darkening, "I've got no interest in your nonsense. If you won't tell me who you are, then get lost and stop interrupting my tea!"
Just then, the two young men beside Wang Yufeng started shouting, one after another:
"How dare you!"
"How dare you!"
"How dare you disrespect Miss Feng!"
"Now, kneel and apologize to Miss Feng, or I, Darron Ward, won't let you off!"
"That's right! I, Damon Ward, won't let you off either!"
"Oh for f—... Enough!"
Ian finally lost patience. He raised his hand and slapped both young men—two crisp smacks—and sent them flying straight out of the courtyard.
Then he turned to Wang Yufeng, pointed at her, and said, "You, get out of here! What the hell is this—coming to my place early in the morning just to yap at me?"
Seeing Darron and Damon Ward sent flying, Wang Yufeng was stunned for a moment. But after hearing Ian's words, she instantly exploded: "You... you... how dare you talk to me like that!"
Ian rolled his eyes and said impatiently, "Such a pretty face, but your brain is clearly underdeveloped. Get lost, or else—even if you're a girl, I'll slap you too!"
"What? You called me brain-dead? Bastard! I'll fight you!"
In the next moment, a Sun-Soul phantom appeared behind Wang Yufeng, and she lunged forward in a blur, attacking.
"Out!"
Ian raised his hand and waved.
With a cry, Wang Yufeng followed in Darron and Damon Ward's footsteps—she was slapped and sent flying out of the courtyard.
"Finally, some peace and quiet!"
Ian relaxed.
"Miss Feng, are you alright?"
Outside the courtyard, Darron and Damon Ward had just climbed to their feet when they saw Wang Yufeng land nearby. They rushed over to help her up.
"Damn it! That bastard actually dared to hit me! I won't let him get away with this, absolutely not! Darron, Damon, go kill that bumpkin for me!" Wang Yufeng shouted in fury.
The two froze, then awkwardly said, "Miss Feng, we're probably no match for that bumpkin!"
After being slapped and sent flying, the two finally realized that this 'Chu Fan' bumpkin was way stronger than them—even if they teamed up, they weren't his match.
"Useless! You're both useless! Don't follow me anymore!"
Wang Yufeng shoved them aside and stormed off in a huff.
The two exchanged glances, then hurriedly called out, "Miss Feng, wait for us!"
"Wait for us!"
Inside the courtyard.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and Joy came out, fully dressed but exuding a lazy aura. "Master, who was that just now? So noisy!"
Ian shrugged. "No idea. Some bizarre brain-dead girl—I still have no clue why she came looking for me!"
"I see!"
Joy walked over, plopped right into his lap, and said sweetly, "Master, I'm hungry!"