Never Look Back at Explosions! Call Me Madam Jiang From Now On

Ye Bufan's hands turned into claws, seizing A Long's arms.

With a slight exertion, the suit on A Long's body instantly shredded into strips of cloth.

Sss!

The crowd gasped, unable to imagine what it would feel like if that move were used on them.

No wonder Old Master Lin had his eye on him—he had some real skill.

A real man never looks back at the explosion!

Ye Bufan's lips curled upward, confident as he looked toward Mu Qingcheng and the other woman.

The next second, bones creaked and his eyes turned bloodshot.

There were Li Shiyao and the other woman—one massaging Jiang Cheng, the other feeding him peeled grapes.

Enraging!

You brat, how dare you mock me.

Ye Bufan wanted nothing more than to strike Jiang Cheng down, but seeing the two women humbling themselves for his sake, he let out a heavy breath.

Qingcheng, Shiyao, wait for me to rescue you.

Huh?

Something's off!

Where were the screams? An ordinary person hit by that would have their hands ruined.

How could this bodyguard hold back from crying out?

Ye Bufan turned to check the situation.

Whoosh!

A palm, so fast it left afterimages, swept in like the wind.

Smack!!

Ye Bufan spun three hundred and sixty degrees in the air, a large tooth flying from his mouth.

Say what you will about the Protagonist's Halo—

an ordinary person would've gone straight to meet their ancestors, but Ye Bufan was like a cockroach that just wouldn't die.

Jiang Cheng saw in him a true respect for life and a will to survive!

Struggling to his feet, Ye Bufan shook his head, feeling like little stars were spinning above him.

He bit his lip, the taste of blood snapping him back to clarity, but also igniting his fury.

His woman hitting him was one thing, but Jiang Cheng's bodyguard dared to slap him?!

That was as good as Jiang Cheng slapping him himself.

"I'll kill you!"

Ye Bufan stopped holding back, stomping a deep footprint into the ground, revealing his Internal Strength cultivation without reserve.

Not good!

Jiang Cheng's pupils contracted. He never expected Ye Bufan to have broken through to Internal Strength.

Without the Thousand-Year Blood Ganoderma, how did he manage it?

This was trouble.

A Long himself was at the peak of Outer Strength. Jiang Cheng had him go all out from the start to seize the advantage, precisely because he feared Ye Bufan might have a trick up his sleeve.

Before he could shout a warning, Ye Bufan was already upon A Long.

He threw a punch, aimed straight at A Long's vital point.

In the hall, the young ladies and socialites had already shut their eyes, unable to bear watching.

Bam!

A Long's muscles bulged, his whole body like a small mountain.

"A Body Refinement Master!"

Ye Bufan cursed inwardly.

Damn it, Old Six!

A Long let the punch land on him, the impact ringing out with a metallic clang.

The next second, he kicked out, and Ye Bufan flew like a cannonball.

"Since this is a spar, why go for the kill?"

Old Master Lin had somehow already stepped in front of A Long, playing the peacemaker.

"Jiang Family boy, wouldn't you agree?"

"Old Master Lin, you've got that backwards."

Jiang Cheng gestured for A Long to come back, then sneered.

"But this Brother Ye struck to kill first—everyone present saw it with their own eyes."

Lin Chongwu's eyes darkened; he hadn't expected Jiang Cheng to be so blatantly disrespectful.

"Did any of you see that?"

At Lin Chongwu's words, the crowd in the hall fell silent.

The Jiang Family and the Lin Family—they couldn't afford to offend either. Who dared to speak up now?

Li Shiyao's face flushed red as she silently cursed Lin Chongwu for his shamelessness.

Mu Qingcheng's expression soured too. This old fox was clearly twisting things to favor Ye Bufan.

"I saw it."

Just then, a cold voice rang out from outside the door, tinged with barely contained anger.

Lin Chongwu's brow furrowed. He hadn't expected anyone to dare defy the Lin Family at a time like this.

Tap, tap, tap~

The moment he saw who it was, Lin Chongwu's face changed.

"Miss Qin."

Qin Yan's gaze was like ice that had never thawed in ten thousand years. She gave Lin Chongwu a frosty glance, then walked straight toward Jiang Cheng.

Her face bloomed with smiles and longing, like snow melting in winter.

"How are you?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head. Man, this freeloading life felt great!

Lin Chongwu's heart skipped a beat. The Jiang Family had actually connected with the Qin Family.

Qin Yan knew this wasn't the time to pour out her longing for Jiang Cheng, so she suppressed the restlessness in her heart.

She turned and swept her gaze across the hall, her voice cold. "Tell me—did you see it or not?!"

"I saw it."

"I saw it too."

The crowd wiped cold sweat from their foreheads and chimed in one after another.

Lin Chongwu's face turned as ugly as if he'd eaten shit, but he didn't dare flare up.

Damn, that's my wife—so fierce! Jiang Cheng thought to himself, feeling nothing but satisfaction.

Qin Yan nodded in approval and spoke flatly.

"Family Head Lin, did you hear that clearly?"

"I... I heard it clearly."

Lin Chongwu had lost all his earlier arrogance, his old face ashen.

The Birthday Banquet ended in a hurry, leaving only a mess on the floor and Ye Bufan lying unconscious.

At the foot of the mountain, "Senior, I'll ride with Sister Mu."

Li Shiyao glanced at Qin Yan beside her and spoke up on her own.

Jiang Cheng was taken aback; he hadn't expected Li Shiyao to say that.

"Can't bear to let her go?"

Watching the two women leave, Qin Yan pinched Jiang Cheng's waist.

"What's there to be reluctant about?"

Jiang Cheng wrapped an arm around Qin Yan's waist, his lips brushing against her earlobe.

The scorching heat made Qin Yan's heart itch, and she went limp in his arms like melted mud.

"Brother Cheng."

Just then, an ill-timed shout rang out.

Qin Yan reflexively straightened up and glared at the newcomer.

Lu Ming jogged up to them, his eyes full of admiration for Jiang Cheng.

"Sister-in-law."

Lu Ming gave Qin Yan a bow.

Qin Yan gave a light, deliberately calm hum, but inside, her heart was churning.

She really liked that form of address.

From now on, call her Madam Jiang.

"You'd better have something good."

Jiang Cheng's expression was unfriendly. This brat was always ruining his fun.

"Cough, cough~ Bro, I do have something, something big—it's about my future happiness."

Lu Ming slid into a kneel, grabbed Jiang Cheng's thigh, and burst into theatrical sobs.

"Alright, spit it out."

Jiang Cheng couldn't be bothered with Lu Ming's dramatics and cut straight to the point.

"Heh heh~"

Lu Ming gave an awkward laugh, stood up, and spoke with a pitiful tone.

"Brother Cheng, you have no idea."

"My dad's gone crazy lately. He's forcing me to start taking over the family business, and no matter what I say, he won't listen."

"I'm still so young. I really don't want to inherit the estate!"

Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched. Was that even something a person should say?

Still, given Lu Ming's fun-loving nature, it really was tough on him.

"So what do you want me to do about it? You're not planning to hand the Lu Group over to me, are you?"

Lu Ming's eyes lit up.

That was a great idea—why hadn't he thought of it!

Jiang Cheng felt another wave of helplessness. This fool was actually considering it.

"If you don't want to send Uncle Lu to an early grave, you'd better think again."

Wait...

Jiang Cheng froze. In the original story, Lu Tiannan had died of heart and lung failure.

But since the Lu Family hadn't gotten too tangled up with Ye Bufan, the story hadn't mentioned much about it.

Could it be that Uncle Lu had already discovered his own condition and was arranging his affairs?

He'd have to find time to visit the Lu Family...