Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 152, vowed to avenge with blood!

"...Shen Yueli sent people to my mother’s grave?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan trembled slightly, veins instantly bulging on his forehead.

He had considered all sorts of moves his enemy might make, but he had never expected such viciousness! His mother had already been forced to leave the Ying family, to leave the Imperial Capital. Yet those beasts wouldn’t even spare the remains of the dead!

"Hmph, scared, aren’t you? If you dare touch a single finger of mine, my mistress will have your mother’s ashes fed to the dogs!"

CRACK!

Ah Lu smirked sinisterly, about to speak again, but Lin Fan’s face had already darkened, his form blurring in an instant. He appeared before Ah Lu, grabbed her right arm, and violently yanked it outward!

"Ah... AH!!!"

Her blood-drenched right arm was torn clean off by Lin Fan’s overwhelming strength. With a squeeze of his five fingers, he crushed it into a mist of blood!

Instantly, Ah Lu cried out in agony, tears streaming down her face as she rolled on the ground, shrieking.

"Forget one finger—even your head isn’t enough to pay for this!"

Lin Fan breathed heavily, his eyes webbed with bloodshot veins. A raging fury burned in his chest, threatening to burst through his ribcage.

"Go on, kill me if you dare! What kind of man bullies a woman? If you have any guts, go to the Imperial Capital and settle the score with the Ying family!" Ah Lu’s face twitched violently from the pain, a grotesque and miserable smile twisting her lips. Shaking uncontrollably, she struggled to her feet and began screaming wildly, as if desperate to provoke Lin Fan further.

CRACK! CRACK!

Without a word, Lin Fan kicked out. Instantly, both her knees were mangled, and she crashed to her knees.

"Kill me! Just kill me!"

Ah Lu trembled all over, the pain nearly making her pass out. She desperately tried to push herself up with one hand, but it was impossible.

Humiliation, defiance, fury... Ah Lu glared fiercely at Lin Fan, wishing she could lunge forward and rip a chunk of flesh from his body. She was one of Shen Yueli’s trusted confidantes and had always prided herself on her high status. She had always looked down on Lin Fan and his mother. But now, she could only kneel before this bastard, forced to endure his humiliation!

"No, I’ve changed my mind."

The next moment, Lin Fan suppressed the fury in his eyes and slowly shook his head. "I’ll spare your wretched life, so you can watch with your own eyes as I destroy Shen Yueli and the Ying family, step by step!"

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

He swiftly jabbed out with silver needles, sealing the major acupoints on Ah Lu’s body to prevent her from bleeding out.

"Hahaha, you’re dreaming! What a pipe dream!" Ah Lu bit her lip, fighting to stay conscious. "I’m telling you, you’ll only see just how insignificant and pitiful you are. In the face of absolute power, everything you possess is utterly worthless!"

She swept a venomous gaze over Yuan Youwei and the others. "You, and all of you, will be dragged down with him! You won’t be able to withstand the merciless boot of the Imperial Capital’s elite!"

"Damn, she’s a stubborn one! Boss, just let me kill this bitch!"

Upon hearing her words, both Yuan Youwei and Mrs. Xue’s expressions changed slightly, an inexplicable chill creeping into their hearts. Wu Miaomiao simply rolled her eyes as if looking at an idiot. An enraged Wang Meng, however, strode forward, scowling as he pleaded with Lin Fan.

"Keep her alive for now. I want to see just what price Shen Yueli is willing to pay for a loyal dog." After a moment of silence, Lin Fan shook his head, refusing the request.

What she said probably wasn’t just a threat. And thinking about Zhang Meili suddenly fleeing Lingyuan Mountain overnight... something must have happened.

"Hahaha, see? He doesn’t dare! He’s scared my mistress will take Lin Suxin’s ashes and feed them to the dogs!" Ah Lu cackled maniacally, her expression as ghastly as a demon’s.

SMACK!

Wang Meng could no longer bear it and slapped her viciously across the face!

THUD! With a tilt of her head, Ah Lu collapsed, knocked unconscious by the merciless blow.

"Lin Fan, I’m sorry. It was my negligence. I never expected someone would actually try to dig up Aunt Su Xin’s ashes..." Yuan Youwei walked over, her face full of apology as she whispered.

"It’s not your fault. They’re just too vicious." Lin Fan shook his head and looked at Mrs. Xue. "Have someone come clean this up and take Ah Lu away."

"Okay, I’ll call someone right away." Mrs. Xue nodded, her expression complicated.

"As for you... fine, you can stay for now." Lin Fan glanced at Wu Miaomiao, and after a moment’s hesitation, he finally gave in to her pleading gaze.

"Thank you, Young Master! I promise I won’t cause any trouble. Hooray!" Wu Miaomiao beamed happily.

"Where did the sound system and steel pipe come from?" Lin Fan’s face darkened as he turned to look at the steel pipe, which was as thick as an egg. "Did you steal them from that construction site nearby?"

"Ah... Young Master, you are truly brilliant and wise, with a discerning eye and god-like foresight!" Wu Miaomiao gave an awkward grin, then quickly scampered over to pull the steel pipe from the ground. Wang Meng and Mrs. Xue secretly clicked their tongues in amazement.

No wonder someone paid a fortune to have her assassinate Lin Fan. That strength alone is extraordinary... she might even be a Hua Jing Grandmaster!

"Stop the flattery and return those things right now," Lin Fan commanded coldly, barely suppressing the urge to hit her.

"Okay, okay! I’ll take them back right away, as long as the Young Master doesn’t send me away, hehe..." Wu Miaomiao nodded obediently like a chick pecking at grain, then hoisted the steel pipe and sound system and hurried away.

"Lin Fan, Mr. Yuan Sr. is urging us to hurry to the manor. He said Old Master Han and my eldest sister are about to arrive, and we’re all having a reunion dinner together today," Yuan Youwei said just then, holding her phone.

She glanced in the direction Wu Miaomiao had disappeared, a determined spark in her beautiful eyes. "Mrs. Xue, sign me up for a pole dancing class. I want the best instructor in Haicheng!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

THUD!

Lin Fan stumbled, nearly losing his footing.

"Miss, we’re not learning that kind of provocative dance, and you certainly don’t need to please that jerk, hmph!" Mrs. Xue’s face turned green as she shot Lin Fan an annoyed glare.

"..."

Wang Meng, standing off to the side, was stunned. He couldn’t help but secretly give Lin Fan a thumbs-up.

"Let’s head to the manor first. After the procurement conference tomorrow, I need to make a trip to the Imperial Capital."

Lin Fan didn’t say anything more. He pulled open the door of the black Bentley and got in. With a grim expression, he gazed out the window in the direction of the Imperial Capital, his mind a turmoil of emotions.

This trip to the Imperial Capital will likely be fraught with peril. But even if it’s a dragon’s den or a tiger’s lair, I, Lin Fan, will charge right in!

「Meanwhile, in the suburbs, at the Yuan family manor.」

Inside the brightly-lit manor, the air was filled with joyous laughter. Upon learning that the Yuan family’s eldest daughter and the old master of the Han family from the provincial capital were about to arrive, the manor staff were already bustling about, preparing a lavish dinner.

Aside from those who had lost their bet with Lin Fan, other family members like Yuan Tao were all present.

"Go to the cellar and bring out all my reserve wines!" In the spacious and brightly lit dining room, Mr. Yuan Sr. commanded a steward, his hands clasped behind his back and his face ruddy with joy.

Today was truly a day of double blessings. The Yuan family’s prestige in Haicheng was soaring, and his long-uncontacted granddaughter had returned on her own initiative. The old man was in high spirits, even deciding to bring out the good wine he was usually reluctant to share, intending to let everyone drink to their heart’s content.

"Mr. Yuan Sr., it’s terrible! You... you have to come see for yourself!"

The next moment, a steward from the outer grounds came running in, his face pale with terror, stammering as he tried to speak.

"What’s all the panic about?" Mr. Yuan Sr.’s smile faltered for a second before he chuckled, shook his head, and strode out with his hands still behind his back.

Outside the dining room, a number of Yuan family members had already gathered. They all wore strange expressions as they stared toward the manor’s main gate.

Mr. Yuan Sr. was about to speak when the smile on his face suddenly froze.

From the direction of the manor gates, the sound of a mournful, tragic dirge was drifting in.