"What's happening here?"
Ning Cangyun furrowed his brow involuntarily, glancing at Wang Daoqian beside him.
Wang Daoqian gave a helpless shake of his head, just as bewildered.
Their gazes then simultaneously turned toward Chen Bufu.
Chen Bufu's face was etched with panic as he struggled to recall. "I only arrived recently—I had something urgent to take care of earlier! Wait…"
Suddenly, realization seemed to strike him, and he spun around abruptly.
His piercing eyes locked onto Luo Ao without hesitation.
"Bam!"
At that moment, Luo Ao collapsed to his knees, disbelief flooding his wide eyes.
"You bastard!"
Chen Bufu understood instantly.
Why had Master Su left? Everything pointed back to this arrogant troublemaker, Luo Ao.
"Luo Ao! You're dead meat today!"
With a single step forward, Chen Bufu surged forward like a storm.
Then, he swung his hand fiercely.
"Smack!"
The sharp crack of flesh meeting flesh reverberated through the air.
"Agh!"
Luo Ao let out a scream as his body was sent flying through the air.
"Thud!"
He slammed into the hotel's tempered glass door with tremendous force.
The glass quivered violently, threatening to shatter under the impact.
It was clear Chen Bufu hadn't held back an ounce of strength.
As soon as Luo Ao hit the ground, he passed out cold.
"Let's go. From now on, no contact with anyone from the Chen family—none whatsoever."
With those words, Ning Cangyun turned and walked away.
Ning Canghai and the others hurriedly followed suit.
Wang Daoqian sighed softly before leading his own group out of the Royal Dynasty Hotel.
They had come because of Su Ming—and now that Su Ming was gone, there was no reason for them to stay.
Chen Bufu paid little attention to their departure; even without looking, he knew these families would likely sever ties with the Chens after tonight.
In that moment, staring down at the unconscious Luo Ao, Chen Bufu felt a surge of murderous intent—but remembering this was his sister's son, he hesitated.
"Hmph…"
Finally, waving dismissively, Chen Bufu strode out of the hotel, his figure exuding an aura of desolation.
Meanwhile, two people quickly carried Luo Ao inside.
"Xiao Ao! Xiao Ao!"
On the top floor of the hotel, a middle-aged woman dressed in flamboyant attire called out, tears streaming down her face.
Beside her stood a man with a stern, shadowed expression, his lips pressed tightly together.
"Mom…"
Luo Ao groaned weakly, regaining consciousness.
"Xiao Ao, what happened? Why did your uncle hit you?" The man's voice was low and calm, yet laced with tension.
"It… it went like this…"
Luo Ao recounted everything in detail, starting from their encounter at Yulin Village earlier that day to Su Ming's eventual departure.
"A grandmaster… Are you certain?"
When Luo Ao mentioned how everyone referred to Su Ming, the woman—his mother, Chen Lin—interrupted sharply.
Though she hailed from the Chen family, she had married out and thus hadn't participated in the events surrounding the martial arts arena.
She hadn't met Su Ming herself, but she understood the gravity of the situation: the entire display tonight was meant as an apology to a grandmaster.
Luo Ao nodded faintly, regret flickering across his face.
"Ah… A grandmaster…"
Luo Baida, Luo Ao's father, sighed deeply.
Chen Lin's emotions churned within her. Normally, she wouldn't tolerate such treatment—but when a grandmaster was involved, even she felt powerless.
Suddenly, a dark thought crossed her mind, and she snapped, "No! Even if he's a grandmaster, so what? How dare my brother lay hands on his own nephew! Xiao Ao, tomorrow we'll return home, and I'll make sure your uncle gives us an explanation!"
"Linlin, don't you think this is inappropriate…" Luo Baida interjected cautiously.
"Inappropriate? What's inappropriate about it? Tell me, are you coming with us or not?" Chen Lin snapped, her fiery gaze locking onto him.
Luo Baida flinched visibly, stammering, "I-I'll come, I'll come!"
"Hmph…"
Satisfied, Chen Lin added coldly, "That's not all. This whole mess started because of that wretched girl. Luo Baida, send someone to investigate. Find her, bring her back—I want her kneeling before Xiao Ao to apologize!"
"Yes, I'll handle it right away!"
This time, Luo Baida agreed without hesitation. After all, this matter had nothing to do with the grandmaster—it was just some ordinary person. With his status, he wasn't worried about repercussions.
After issuing her orders, Chen Lin turned back to Luo Ao. "Rest well, Xiao Ao. Mom will ensure justice is served for you."
"We can't touch a grandmaster, but your uncle owes us answers!"
"T-thank you, Mom…"
Luo Ao nodded weakly, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Unaware of the drama unfolding behind him, Su Ming drove straight back to No. 108 Yujing Garden.
"Leng Yueling… Who knows how much time she has left. I'll spend more time with her tomorrow. Once her wish is fulfilled, I'll head back to Jiangzhou."
With a heavy sigh, Su Ming climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep.
Truthfully, Leng Yueling was a sweet girl—pure and innocent. Perhaps it stemmed from growing up alone in the hospital, isolated from friends and family. She was like an untouched canvas, untainted by the world.
If possible, Su Ming wouldn't hesitate to help her. But cancer… Modern medicine still had no cure.
He suspected the system might hold a solution, but so far, he hadn't unlocked anything relevant.
The night passed swiftly. Early the next morning, Su Ming sought out Cold Monthling.
Together, they visited the hospital for her check-up, then spent the day shopping. Throughout, Leng Yueling smiled radiantly. By 8 PM, after enjoying a lavish seafood dinner, Su Ming dropped her off at home.
"Thank you for spending the day with me, Su Ming. See you later!"
Jumping out of the car, Leng Yueling waved cheerfully before heading inside.
Su Ming waved back, watching until she disappeared from view before driving off.
"Crash!"
"Agh!"
Just then, the sound of a collision and a startled cry rang out almost simultaneously.
With the acute hearing of a grandmaster, Su Ming recognized the voice immediately—it belonged to Leng Yueling.
"What's going on?"
Slamming on the brakes, Su Ming twisted in his seat to peer through the window.
His eyes widened in shock as he spotted a dark figure plummeting from the third-floor railing.
"Thud!"
A dull thump echoed moments later.
Peering down from the railing above, two shadowy figures lingered briefly before disappearing.
"Leng Yueling!"
Frozen in place, Su Ming stared in horror.
An instant later, a fierce aura erupted from him. Bursting out of the car, he shot forward like lightning, reaching the scene in seconds.
There, Leng Yueling lay motionless on the ground, her breathing shallow, the light fading from her eyes.