Chapter 937: Chapter 937

Because Shu Ying and Shu Xin came to attend the birthday reception of the Chamber President's daughter, they couldn't leave because the reception had yet to begin.

As the time approached, Ding Fan finally led Shu Ying and Shu Xin into the venue.

Upon entering, Shu Xin's eyes instinctively searched for Mao Duo's figure. Soon, she spotted him not far away.

At this moment, the woman named Quting was with Mao Duo, the two laughing and chatting animatedly.

Thinking of the deceitful sweet words Mao Duo said to her yesterday, Shu Xin's heart was filled with bitterness.

Though Shu Xin approached Mao Duo with some ulterior motives, a woman's first time is undeniably precious. The man who takes it often holds a special place in her memory.

That's how Shu Xin felt about Ding Fan now—he lingered in her thoughts.

Shu Xin felt heartache, unable to bear watching Mao Duo flirt with another woman. She turned her head away, unable to look at them anymore.

"You're the child of some farmer, aren't you?" Just as Shu Xin was hoping the reception would end so she could go home quickly, Quting and Mao Duo walked over toward her.

Shu Xin hadn't expected them to approach her.

"What do you want?" Shu Ying stepped in front of Shu Xin and raised her hands protectively.

Ding Fan stood silently to the side, observing coldly.

Quting glanced at Shu Ying and smiled faintly. "Mao Duo, I really don't understand your taste. How could you associate with two country bumpkins ?"

Saying this, Quting deliberately—or perhaps unintentionally—hooked her arm around Mao Duo's right arm.

Mao Duo chuckled awkwardly. "Quting, what connection could I have with these bumpkins? I just gave them a ride because it was convenient."

"Mao Duo, you've gone too far!" Shu Xin couldn't hold back her anger.

Last night, Mao Duo had woven extravagant promises when he took her body, even talking about marrying her.

Now Shu Xin saw him for what he truly was. She had already resigned herself to being cheated, to her bad luck. But for Mao Duo to flaunt his love with Quting in front of her and call her a bumpkin repeatedly was unbearable.

Consumed by True Fire, Shu Xin raised her voice, drawing glances from surrounding guests.

Mao Duo's expression grew serious. "Shu Xin, this is the birthday reception of the Chamber President's daughter. Do you know the consequences of causing a scene here?"

Shu Xin stared defiantly at Mao Duo. "Mao Duo, now I finally understand—you're nothing but scum! A complete disgrace."

"Tsk tsk..." Quting folded her arms, watching the drama unfold with amusement. "Mao Duo, looks like you need to teach this bumpkin a lesson."

Before Shu Xin could react, Mao Duo had already raised his hand, aiming to slap her face.

Seeing Mao Duo's raised hand, tears started falling again from Shu Xin's eyes.

She recalled what Ding Fan had said earlier in Xi Mang Manor.

Mao Duo was nothing but a ravenous wolf that devours without mercy...

It was a pity she hadn't listened to Ding Fan back then. Now, not only had she lost her purity, but she was also being humiliated as a "bumpkin."

Just as Mao Duo's hand was about to strike Shu Xin's face, Ding Fan caught his wrist firmly.

Ding Fan's grip was strong, locking Mao Duo's wrist tightly.

Mao Duo's hand was now only inches away from Shu Xin's face.

"You... What are you doing? Let go of me!" Mao Duo tried to pull his hand back, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't free it. "You better let go, or you'll regret it."

Shu Xin turned back to look at Ding Fan, stunned. She hadn't expected Ding Fan to step forward and protect her at this moment. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱

Amid her overwhelming sadness, the act of being shielded stirred a sudden impulse in Shu Xin—to rush into Ding Fan's arms and cry her heart out.

Ding Fan cast a cold glance at Mao Duo. "You've gone too far."

Mao Duo had deceived Shu Xin, taken her first time, and now, to flatter his new flame, he intended to slap her in front of so many people. If that slap had landed, Shu Xin would never be able to face anyone again.

"Kid, what I do is none of your business. If you don't let go, you won't make it out of here alive," Mao Duo threatened viciously.

Ding Fan despised spoiled brats like Mao Duo—always flaunting their family's influence and acting recklessly, despite being utterly talentless.

"I'd like to see how I won't make it out of here," Ding Fan replied, tightening his grip.

The snapping sound of bones breaking could be heard by everyone nearby.

Mao Duo gritted his teeth, trying not to cry out. His new flame Quting was right beside him—crying out now would be an utter humiliation.

Ding Fan knew exactly what Mao Duo was thinking and increased the pressure again.

The overwhelming force crushed Mao Duo's wrist. Mao Duo, being a pampered heir, was no match for such physical strength.

"Let go... Let go... Help!" Mao Duo could no longer endure; tears streamed down his face.

At this moment, two security guards heard the commotion and approached.

Seeing the guards arrive, Ding Fan finally shoved Mao Duo aside.

"Arrest this bastard! He almost broke my arm," Mao Duo angrily demanded, wiping his tears.

But the security guards hesitated, exchanging glances. They knew the guests attending the Chamber President's reception were untouchable figures.

"I'm Qu Guangan's daughter! Arrest this man immediately!" Quting ordered the guards with a calm tone.

The mention of Qu Guangan's name made the guards automatically straighten their postures.

Qu Guangan was well-known throughout the Turkhan Country, renowned as its most influential businessman.

Without hesitation, the guards marched toward Ding Fan.

"You can't touch Ding Fan, Brother!" Shu Ying stepped forward, blocking their path.

Quting sneered at Shu Ying. "Bumpkins. This isn't a place for you to act out. Escort these bumpkins out and teach them a lesson."

"Yes, Miss Qu!" the guards replied promptly.

They knew siding with Qu Guangan's daughter could yield lucrative rewards.

One guard immediately reached out to push Shu Ying.

But just as the guard was about to touch Shu Ying, Ding Fan intervened. Before the guard's hand could fully extend, Ding Fan had already delivered a fierce kick.

The guard toppled to the ground.

The second guard, seeing his companion fall, pulled out a rubber baton.

But before he could act, Ding Fan struck again with another Great Flying Kick.

Thud! The second guard collapsed onto the floor.

Witnessing Ding Fan swiftly take down two guards, the crowd murmured in awe.

Ding Fan, although lean in build, had defeated two burly guards with just two moves.

Quting was caught off guard by how easily the guards fell before Ding Fan.

At that moment, footsteps echoed from the entrance, and the onlookers automatically cleared a path.

Quting looked over, seeing a group of people approaching.

Among them were prominent figures: the Chamber President Hua Yongshui, her own father Qu Guangan, and a foreigner.

Quting recognized the foreigner as Smith, a man with significant influence in the Middle East.

Smith was a major player whom Qu Guangan had been trying to curry favor with, and Chamber President Hua Yongshui had been keen to ally with.

"What's going on here?" Hua Yongshui frowned, his face stern as he surveyed the scene.

"President, this man caused trouble here," Quting said, switching to a courteous demeanor as she approached Hua Yongshui.

"This man started a commotion when I spoke to him. Then the guards came, and he violently attacked them..." She pointed at Ding Fan as she spoke.

Before Hua Yongshui could respond, Smith ignored everyone and walked toward Ding Fan with a smile.

"Mr. Ding, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Smith's casual, amiable approach stunned everyone present.

Smith's reputation in the Middle East preceded him—he wielded influence over both legal and underground realms.

Many had tried to win his favor, seeking alliances for business opportunities or security guarantees.

Yet Smith was notoriously arrogant, uninterested in partnerships with most people.

That evening, Hua Yongshui had been hoping his daughter's birthday reception would provide a chance to negotiate a collaboration with Smith.

But now, a man Smith treated warmly—a level of regard neither Hua Yongshui nor Qu Guangan had achieved—stood before them.

The crowd began to speculate: who was this young man to deserve Smith's attention?

Hua Yongshui's expression flickered with uncertainty.

"Hello..." Ding Fan extended his hand to Smith calmly...