Yun Ya clenched her fists, glancing around. If this guy dared lay a finger on her, she would indeed acknowledge his guts. For original chapters go to novel⁂fire.net "No wonder my nephew is so smitten, your looks are truly not exaggerated. You’re quite the beauty...." the man said as he walked toward Yun Ya, reaching out toward her shoulder. Yun Ya’s eyes narrowed, and with a swift move, she dodged his inappropriate touch, her voice laced with bone-chilling coldness, "Mr. Ning, please conduct yourself with dignity." She didn’t call him uncle; she went straight for ’Mr.’ How dare this lowlife make a move on her and do so without regard for the occasion. This man truly had no shame. "Conduct myself? Conduct what? That swaying waist of yours, let uncle take good care of it, much better than Ning Zihuan ever could...." A kick landed on his back, and Ning Qinghua suddenly toppled forward. As Yun Ya dodged, Ning Qinghua’s head hit the wall, making him cry out in pain, "Ouch, ouch!" Ning Zihuan pulled Yun Ya behind him, checking her from head to toe. Yun Ya shook her head at him, "I’m fine." Ning Zihuan gritted his teeth, "I’m sorry." With that, he lunged at Ning Qinghua, pinning him down, his fists raining down furiously. "You’re seeking death...." Next came Ning Qinghua’s screams of agony. "I am your elder uncle... stop it now...." "Even if you were the King Father of Heaven, it wouldn’t matter." The more Ning Zihuan thought about it, the angrier he became. Ning Qinghua and Ning Qinghuan were indeed true brothers, filthy and despicable alike. Vestiges of their past hedonism were one thing, but now targeting Yun Ya was something Ning Zihuan couldn’t tolerate. Following that were the uninterrupted screams of Ning Qinghua. Yun Ya watched coldly, a faint smile on her lips. Ning Qinghua was too old to endure Ning Zihuan’s beating, and he soon passed out. Still not satisfied, Ning Zihuan kicked him several more times, "You just wait, I won’t stop until you’re dead." This time Ning Zihuan was truly furious. If he hadn’t been vigilant to follow up, Yun Ya really might have been bullied by this old bastard, and that would have been intolerable. Stealing a glance at Yun Ya, he appeared somewhat at a loss, "Yun Ya... don’t... don’t be mad, I’ll definitely teach him a lesson." "He’s your elder uncle, and Sister Zijin’s biological father. What can you do?" Yun Ya asked with a laugh. "So what? Even if he were the King Father of Heaven, I’d beat him just the same if he bullied you," said the young man, his eyes sharp and dark. Yun Miao came out of the restroom, seeing Ning Qinghua lying on the floor, beaten black and blue, and shrank back instinctively. Yun Ya walked over and took his hand. "You two go ahead, I’ll follow shortly." Once the two had left, Ning Zihuan untied Ning Qinghua’s belt and restrained his hands behind his back. He grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the restroom, pushing his head into the toilet. Ning Qinghua choked on the water, his arms and legs flailing, but Ning Zihuan firmly controlled his limbs until Ning Qinghua was nearly out of breath before lifting his head out of the water. The moment he breathed in air, Ning Qinghua gasped violently. "Uncle, you went too far this time," Ning Zihuan whispered in his ear, his voice seemingly tender yet laced with an ice-cold undertone that made Ning Qinghua shiver, "Zihuan... what are you doing? I’m your uncle...." Ning Zihuan’s lips curled in a cold smirk. He didn’t even care about his biological father, so what was this uncle to him? With that thought, he grabbed Ning Qinghua’s hair and once again plunged his head into the water, the toilet water gurgling as it poured into his mouth. "Wash your mouth well. If you come out and disgust people again, it won’t be this simple," Ning Zihuan warned as he released his grip, took out a tissue from his pocket to meticulously wipe his hands, tossed the tissue onto Ning Qinghua, and walked away. Back at the banquet, he carried on chatting and laughing with Yun Ya as if nothing had happened. Yun Ya seemed to have selectively forgotten the recent incident, showing no signs of unhappiness. However, she was still somewhat affected, but she would never let others see her emotions. Only Ning Zihuan, attentive as he was, sensed her change and felt his inner fury grow. After the wedding banquet ended and the guests had mostly dispersed, Yun Ya was about to leave when Bai Ran, now changed into a bright red embroidered cheongsam, approached her: "Yun Ya." Her face showed mixed emotions, "I want to talk to you." Yun Ya gave Yun Miao’s hand a comforting pat and entrusted Ning Zihuan to look after him, then followed Bai Ran to an upstairs suite. This was Bai Ran’s dressing and resting area, with various items scattered on the floor, leaving the room in complete disorder.