After Being Betrayed I Married the Glamorous CEO-Chapter 281 - 279: Do We Really Have No Grudges?!

Lu Shifeng’s depraved actions attracted a crowd of onlookers. After all, everyone who frequented Cloud Hotel was an official or a dignitary—respected, influential figures who were inherently a cut above the common masses. At this moment, Lu Shifeng’s remarks ignited public outrage.

"Where did this profligate son come from? Are all his elders dead? He has no manners whatsoever!"

"Threatening murder and abduction in broad daylight! Does he think Hangcheng City is a lawless land? How audacious!"

The barrage of harsh, reprimanding words caused Lu Shifeng’s face to shift between pale and flushed. Each word felt like a knife twisting in his heart. Some actions, when taken too far, inevitably invite censure. However, Lu Shifeng, who at that moment wished he could flay Shen Fanyun alive, couldn’t be bothered with any of it.

Facing the public condemnation, he spat fiercely, "It was that woman who offended me first! What business is it of yours? It’s none of your damned business! I’m the one who’s been wronged! Can’t I get a little payback? What are you all whining about?"

Shen Fanyun said coolly, "You walk up and try to drag a woman you don’t even know to a room, and now you claim it’s her fault? What, are you an imperial kinsman or from the emperor’s court that no one can afford to offend you? Stop playing the victim. Weren’t you the one who started this?"

The crowd’s incredulous gazes all fell upon Lu Shifeng. He glanced around, seeing eyes that looked like they wanted to eat him alive, and a profound sense of unease washed over him.

"What are you looking at? Am I wrong?" Shen Fanyun taunted.

"Where did this cur come from? Damn it, preying on people in broad daylight?"

"Whose descendant are you? How could your elders allow you to behave so atrociously?"

Overwhelmed by the onslaught of accusations, Lu Shifeng was completely stunned. Against any ordinary person, who would dare to interfere in his affairs?

Standing beside him, Han Feng was also caught in a dilemma. Lu Shifeng had clearly become the target of public outrage. If he stepped in to help, he would be openly aiding a tyrant.

Although I’m the son of a prominent family, one of the top scions in Hangcheng City, some lines can’t be crossed. Going too far could tarnish the Han Family’s reputation, and my father values that above all else. Especially now, at this crucial juncture right before my wedding... any scandal that harms my name would be a disaster...

"Are you Han Feng? Young Master Han?" As luck would have it, someone in the crowd recognized him. "I’ve always heard that Young Master Han is a very reasonable person. Everyone says you’re a man of your word, a respected genius of rare talent."

Han Feng was speechless.

"Is Young Master Han unable to stand by any longer? Is he going to discipline this lawless, foul-mouthed heir?"

"We were right about Young Master Han! A man of such great integrity would never tolerate this maniac’s wicked deeds. Stepping forward to dispense justice is exactly in line with his principles."

Han Feng remained silent. Lu Shifeng was also speechless.

Damn it all, how did things get so out of hand? I came here to back up Lu Shifeng, but one thing led to another, and now I’m stuck. If I help him, I’ll be directly opposing this angry mob. Besides, after all their praise, how can I turn around and abet a tyrant?

Han Feng knew perfectly well that Lu Shifeng had started this entire mess. Relying on his family’s powerful background, the privileged heir had planned to take the young woman by force.

But if I don’t help him... damn it! How did such a trivial matter escalate into this?

"Young Master Lu," Han Feng whispered, cautiously shooting Lu Shifeng a look. The message was clear: this was the wrong time and place. They should retreat for now and deal with it privately later. After all, Shen Fanyun was in Hangcheng City; he wasn’t going anywhere. More importantly, after being showered with praise by the onlookers, Han Feng was too embarrassed to cause any more trouble.

"Young Master Han, I had no idea your reputation in Hangcheng City was so sterling," Shen Fanyun said with a strange smile.

Before Han Feng could react, Shen Fanyun was standing right in front of them.

GASP!

The sudden movement made both Han Feng and Lu Shifeng jump. Was this man a ghost? A flicker? Teleportation? In the blink of an eye, he had closed the distance. Shen Fanyun’s face, fixed in a smirk, was staring them down. He was a good half-head taller than them, and his towering presence was intensely oppressive.

"So, are you a young man of great integrity, humility, and courtesy?" Shen Fanyun asked with a grin. This was a golden opportunity to put Han Feng on a pedestal, and Shen Fanyun had no intention of letting it go. Someone had just served themselves up on a silver platter; it would be against his very nature not to give them a good thrashing.

"You... you..." Han Feng stammered, stunned. "Do I know you? Why should I answer you?"

SLAP!

Tired of talking, Shen Fanyun swung his hand, landing a heavy, forceful slap across Han Feng’s face. Blood instantly gushed from his mouth and nose.

"You’re right, we’re not acquainted," Shen Fanyun nodded. "I’ll just have to slap you a few more times, and then we’ll get familiar." He leaned in closer. "By the time I’m done, we’ll be so familiar you’d recognize me even if I were reduced to ash."

Han Feng was terrified into silence.

Standing further back, Li Huanhuan stared, dumbfounded. Good heavens, Master is so domineering! That’s Young Master Han, and he hit him just like that! Although that guy deserved it for helping a tyrant, he’s still a major figure. The fact that Master shows him no regard is truly shocking to my little heart.

SLAP!

Another slap sent Han Feng staggering, nearly knocking him to the ground. Before he could recover, Shen Fanyun grabbed him by the neck and began slapping him repeatedly.

The crowd fell silent.

Lu Shifeng stood frozen.

Han Feng’s subordinates were all utterly dumbfounded. Their Young Master Han was being beaten? A man about to get married was having his face beaten into a swollen mess. If word of this got out, what would become of the Han Family’s honor?

"You... stop!" Han Feng gasped, spitting out several broken teeth. "We have no history, no feud... you... you’re too vicious."

With a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, Shen Fanyun looked down on him and asked, "Are you sure we have no history, no feud?"

SLAP!

"Are you sure?" A tooth flew out, trailing a spray of blood.

Han Feng’s breathing grew ragged, his legs turning to jelly.

"No history, no feud? Are you certain?" Shen Fanyun asked icily.

SLAP!

Another heavy slap landed, and Han Feng’s face was completely deformed. The crowd watched in horror, scarcely believing what they were seeing. Lu Shifeng stood rooted to the spot, his eyes bulging like a cow’s, absolutely stupefied by the scene.

"Don’t worry," Shen Fanyun said, offering Lu Shifeng a kind reminder. "You’re next."

Lu Shifeng could only stare in speechless terror.