Chapter 400: Chapter 400

The other two punks quickly knocked on the window, trying to get Wan Chu’er to stop.

But Wan Chu’er did not give in to them. She shifted into reverse, and the car flew backward at high speed, causing the young man on the hood to fall to the ground. He rolled twice, and the others rushed to help their companion, cursing at Wan Chu’er in the meantime.

Wan Chu’er stopped the car, shifted gears again, and continued to stomp on the accelerator. The car thundered towards the three ahead.

The car came to a steady stop less than ten centimeters from them, scaring the three so much their faces turned ashen, shaking uncontrollably.

But when they saw Wan Chu’er calmly step out of the car, they regained their courage, began to curse furiously, and even two of them approached Wan Chu’er, looking like they wanted to teach her a lesson.

"You fucking bitch, looking for death, aren’t you!"

Wan Chu’er watched them approach with a cold smirk, and when they were less than a meter away, she suddenly lashed out, kicking one, then pounced on the one who had fallen, barraging him with punches left and right.

The third punk lunged over, trying to grab Wan Chu’er’s hair. Wan Chu’er caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, rolled on the spot off the guy on the ground, then spun around and kicked out, landing a blow on the punk’s shin.

The guy howled in pain, clutching his shin and yowling.

Taking advantage of the moment, the man on the ground scrambled up and lunged at Wan Chu’er again.

Wan Chu’er fought with growing excitement, unleashing the fury that had been stoked by Chen Jiahua and his mother on these three unwise punks. She beat them until they howled, trying to escape. Wan Chu’er wouldn’t let these punching bags leave so easily; she saw them reaching for the car door and threw them back.

Inside a luxury car, Chen Jiahua was talking to his mother when the elderly lady’s eyes suddenly widened and her mouth twitched. She lifted a hand, pointing outside.

Chen Jiahua quickly looked out, but saw nothing.

"Stop the car!" the old lady shouted at the driver.

"Screech—" the car came to a rapid halt.

The old lady urgently urged her son, "Hurry, hurry, your niece is fighting with someone, go help!"

"What? Fighting?" Chen Jiahua hadn’t quite grasped the situation before his mother kicked him out of the car. He stumbled for balance, then looked back and saw two sports cars parked on the roadside behind him, where, indeed, several people seemed to be fighting.

It was hard to see clearly from afar, and the cars obstructed the view. But he trusted his mother’s eyesight.

Chen Jiahua called out to the bodyguards in the car behind him and rushed towards where Wan Chu’er was.

"Uh..." Coming closer, Chen Jiahua just stood there frozen. This wasn’t a fight—it was clearly his niece single-handedly beating up three frail young men.

The bodyguards shivered as they watched each punch and kick from Wan Chu’er. It was horrifically inhumane, and they felt a strong sympathy for the three guys getting beat up.

Wan Chu’er had finally vented enough and kicked the person on the ground away, yelling, "Get lost!"

The three punks couldn’t believe for a moment they were really set free, falling to their knees and wailing like ghosts.

"Big sis, we were wrong."

"We didn’t recognize Mount Tai. Please have mercy on us."

"What’s your honorable name, big sis?" There was even a punk bold enough to ask Wan Chu’er for her contact information, which Chen Jiahua found impressive.

Wan Chu’er glared at him: "What? Still itching for more?"

The guy scrambled back in fear, "No more itching, no more. If we or our brothers on the street see big sis again, I’ll make sure they treat you well."

Wan Chu’er snorted dismissively, too indifferent to spare them, as well as Chen Jiahua and the group of foolish bodyguards, another look. She turned to get into her car, ready to leave.

Chen Jiahua hurriedly rushed over, saying, "Niece, are you alright? Need me to continue teaching them a lesson for you?"

The three blonds who were about to sneak away suddenly felt weak in the knees and nearly fell over.

Wan Chu’er looked at Chen Jiahua coldly and said, "Disappear from my sight within three seconds, or I won’t mind loosening your bones for you."

Chen Jiahua stumbled, stuttering, "I am... your younger uncle."

"1, 2, 3." Wan Chu’er simply counted three numbers.

As her ’3’ hit the floor, Chen Jiahua neatly squatted down, vanishing from Wan Chu’er’s view.

The bodyguards all looked up to the sky: We didn’t see anything, we don’t recognize such a spineless young master.

Wan Chu’er emotionlessly turned the steering wheel and stepped on the gas, leaving swiftly.

When she got home and remembered that Mrs. Jiang and the children were there, she changed to a more relaxed expression.

Upon hearing their mother’s voice, Little Zhuanqi and Little Hunter immediately became excited, cooing and puffing out their little bellies, wanting Wan Chu’er to hold them.

Mrs. Jiang laughed and said, "These two little monkeys are really lively."

After having dinner, when Jiang Kechu came back and Mrs. Jiang was about to leave for home, Jiang Kechu, worried about his mother going back alone, went out to drive her.

As the mother and son walked outside, passing by the neighboring villa, a suave man in his thirties came out. Seeing them, he put on a smile and warmly greeted,

"Hello, I’m your new neighbor, my name is Chen Jiahua."

Jiang Kechu froze for a moment, unaccustomed to such enthusiastic neighbors.

Mrs. Jiang reacted quickly, smiling promptly, "Hello, such a lively young man."

Chen Jiahua, seizing the chance, smiled and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Jiang Kechu and his mother: "..."

"Oh, I heard that in China you like to ask if someone has eaten as a greeting? We just came back from abroad, so... if it’s rude, please forgive me," Chen Jiahua quickly explained.

Mrs. Jiang couldn’t help but laugh, sympathetically saying, "We’ve eaten. Young man, have you eaten?"

"Yes, I have, you’re welcome to visit my home," Chen Jiahua said cheerfully.

Jiang Kechu said expressionlessly, "We have to get going," then nodded and pulled his mother away.

Chen Jiahua didn’t mind, instead, he watched them walk away with pleasure, faintly hearing the old lady say, "Your new neighbor is so enthusiastic... distant relatives aren’t as good as close neighbors..."

Hmm, the niece’s husband is quite handsome, has the air of a soldier. The niece’s mother-in-law seems like a very kind person.

Not until the mother and son were out of sight did Chen Jiahua cheerfully glance at the tightly closed villa next door, returning to his new home to eagerly report what he’d seen and heard to his mother.

That night, Wan Chu’er didn’t tell Jiang Kechu about the incident at the airport. After putting the two children to bed, she went to the study to mull over Hailang and Thunder’s business.

Business strategies weren’t her strength, and after pondering for a long time without any good ideas, she proceeded to do what she was skilled at. After thoroughly researching Thunder’s products, she based on Thunder’s range, further optimizing the products, enhancing the performance and user experience of the Hailang products.

Using other people’s methods to best them at their own game.