Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 167, the man below, Lin Fan?

"So, I’m back again..."

Early in the morning, at the drizzly Imperial Capital International Airport, a passenger plane landed steadily on the runway after several hours of flight. The cabin door opened, and a boarding ladder was lowered.

Lin Fan, empty-handed, followed the other first-class passengers down in a single file. He couldn’t help but gaze around, overcome with emotion.

"Mr. Lin, thank you, thank you so much!" the middle-aged couple holding their child said, thanking Lin Fan excitedly once more.

Even the medical personnel in their white coats nearby cast respectful glances his way.

"It’s nothing. If you run into any trouble, feel free to contact me," Lin Fan said, glancing at the boy with the shaved head.

The little one was fast asleep, his complexion a deathly white. Lin Fan’s gaze shifted. He reached out, touched the top of the boy’s head, and quietly transferred a strand of Inner Breath into him. Instantly, the boy’s previously furrowed brow relaxed.

"Yes, of course! Goodbye, Mr. Lin. You truly are a living Bodhisattva!"

The middle-aged man jotted down Lin Fan’s phone number. He and his wife expressed their immense gratitude one last time and hurried off with the medic.

Standing by the runway, Lin Fan watched them go for a long time, murmuring to himself, Little guy, whether you survive the surgery is up to fate now.

That strand of Inner Breath would temporarily protect the boy’s heart meridians, which should be enough to sustain him for a day and a night.

Averting his gaze, Lin Fan faced the light rain and breeze, slowly following the crowd toward the airport exit. The next moment, he was taken aback and frowned silently. Is that... Huang Xiaoya?

Among the crowd of greeters to the right of the corridor, he saw a youthful, beautiful figure in a white shirt and tight jeans. She was looking this way, her lovely eyes filled with anticipation.

It was none other than Huang Xiaoya, the granddaughter of Haicheng’s magnate, Huang Jiacheng!

Lin Fan had never met her in person, but he had seen her on a television news broadcast about a charity gala. Although several years had passed, Huang Xiaoya hadn’t changed much. She still appeared so gentle and demure.

"Xiao Ya! Over here!"

Just then, a beautiful young woman with dyed-blonde wavy hair, dragging a large suitcase, hurried past Lin Fan. Paying no mind to anyone else, she waved excitedly at Huang Xiaoya.

"Sooeun!" Huang Xiaoya called out, then bounced over to embrace her friend.

"You’ve lost weight again. You haven’t been eating properly, have you?" Kim Sooeun said, releasing her and looking her over from head to toe. Her command of the Xia Country’s language was quite fluent, though it carried a distinct Goryeo accent.

"I’m fine! I’m so glad you could come back to the Imperial Capital to witness my moment of glory!" Huang Xiaoya beamed, but her eyes then fell on Lin Fan, who was standing a few steps away. A mysterious smile touched her lips, and she poked Kim Sooeun in the ribs. "That guy over there, he isn’t your boyfriend, is he? He’s pretty handsome, but he’s dressed so formally. He looks like an insurance salesman, hehe!"

"What boyfriend? You know I only have eyes for Jiang Taizhong oppa!" Kim Sooeun said, but when she followed Huang Xiaoya’s gaze, her expression changed. "Xiao Ya, that guy looks weird. He’s definitely not a good person. I saw him staring at you earlier. What a creep!"

"Huh? But I don’t know him either!" Huang Xiaoya froze, a hint of nervousness in her eyes. She quickly grabbed Kim Sooeun’s slender wrist. "Let’s go, then. I drove."

However, before they could turn to leave, Lin Fan strode over and hesitantly called out to Huang Xiaoya.

"Get away from us! I already have a boyfriend! I won’t add you on WeChat, and I have nothing to say to you!" Kim Sooeun shouted at Lin Fan, her face a mask of wariness. Her outburst immediately drew the attention of the surrounding crowd, who began casting strange glances their way.

"You’re Huang Xiaoya, the granddaughter of Haicheng’s magnate, Huang Jiacheng, right?" Lin Fan asked, nodding at Huang Xiaoya without even sparing a glance for the aggressive Kim Sooeun. "Hello, my name is Lin Fan. I really need you..."

"Need what? Are you deaf? We don’t want you here, get lost!"

However, before Huang Xiaoya could respond, Kim Sooeun’s face darkened, and she reached out to shove Lin Fan’s shoulder.

"Can you shut up? You reek of kimchi. Are you trying to suffocate someone?"

SLAP!

Lin Fan’s eyes turned cold as he suddenly grabbed Kim Sooeun’s arm.

"You! Let go! Don’t you dare touch me with your filthy hands! You men from the Xia Country are ridiculous! Do you think you can just force yourselves on people when hitting on them fails?!" Kim Sooeun shrieked, her face flushed with a mixture of shock and rage.

Coming from a prestigious background, no strange man had ever dared to treat her this way. On impulse, she swung her other hand to slap Lin Fan across the face!

SLAP!

Lin Fan, his expression unchanging, opened his hand again and, with a single hand, caught both of her arms.

"Ah, sibba! You bastard! Touch me again and I’ll have Jiang Taizhong oppa beat you to death!" Kim Sooeun’s cheek twitched as she screeched her threat.

But Lin Fan merely tightened his fingers slightly, and the pain was enough to make her face turn pale, her wrists already red from his grip.

"Sir, I don’t know you. Please don’t trouble my friend," Huang Xiaoya pleaded, stunned.

"This young man has no class at all. Does he lose all reason at the sight of a pretty girl?"

"Getting physical in broad daylight, how disgusting!"

"A man like that will probably never find a girlfriend. Pah!"

The crowd buzzed with chatter, pointing and staring in their direction. Many of the women shot him looks of disgust and contempt.

As two airport security guards approached warily, Lin Fan silently frowned. Alright, we’ll probably see each other again.

He released Kim Sooeun’s wrists.

"I’m sorry, we were just being overly nervous. Goodbye!" Huang Xiaoya said, her face a little tense. She was clearly frightened. She forced a smile, then pulled the reluctant and apprehensive Kim Sooeun away with her.

"Xiao Ya, you shouldn’t have apologized to that bastard! He was clearly the one with bad intentions!" Kim Sooeun complained, rubbing her still-sore wrists. She glared at Huang Xiaoya, feeling utterly wronged. "If I wasn’t afraid of waking Jiang Taizhong oppa, I’d have him come over and teach that guy a harsh lesson!"

"Just let it go. It was all a misunderstanding... Do you think Mr. Jiang Taizhong will accept me as his disciple?" Huang Xiaoya asked, shaking her head with a smile as her expression turned expectant.

"Don’t worry. Jiang Taizhong oppa used to be the chief bodyguard at the Cheong Wa Dae Jonggung. My family hired him for over twenty billion Goryeo Won a year, specifically to ensure the safety of my brother and me when we’re out!"

At this, Kim Sooeun forgot her anger, her eyes filling with pride and admiration. "His Taekwondo skills are considered the best in all of Goryeo. He’s revered as a Grandmaster of Qi Condensation!"

"Sooeun, thank you so much! I’ve always wanted to learn martial arts to strengthen my body and get over my frailty," Huang Xiaoya said, her eyes lighting up. She clenched her fist, flexing a slender arm beneath her white shirt. "I want to get stronger! I’ve already mastered traditional Chinese medicine; all I’m missing is a master to teach me martial arts!"

"Hmph, of course. My Jiang Taizhong oppa doesn’t accept just anyone as a disciple," Kim Sooeun said, nodding with her chin held high. "Oppa’s time is very precious. He came here with my brother and was also invited by the Extreme Speed Taekwondo Gym to be a judge and oversee the finals of their anniversary celebration today!"

As she spoke, she glanced back smugly at Lin Fan, who was still standing in the distance. Compared to Jiang Taizhong oppa, that detestable guy is just a piece of dog crap... Huh?

Kim Sooeun froze, her mouth falling open in astonishment. At the other end of the airport, a large contingent of warriors in black combat uniforms suddenly appeared, swiftly locking down the area. Countless passengers were driven out, with no room for questions or protests.

What-what’s happening? Could it be... are they here for that guy, Lin Fan? Huang Xiaoya was also stunned. She and Kim Sooeun stared at each other, utterly bewildered.

The black tide of warriors instantly submerged the walkway. Only Lin Fan remained, his expression impassive and unmoved as they surrounded him layer by layer.

"This area is now under martial law. Please leave immediately!" two cold-faced warriors in black uniforms announced sternly as they approached the girls.

"Okay, we’re leaving right now."

Curious and nervous, Huang Xiaoya and Kim Sooeun had no choice but to leave, looking back every few steps.

BOOM!

As the last passenger was expelled, the great doors of the airport exit slammed shut. Only the heavily armed warriors remained, their gazes locked on Lin Fan as if facing a formidable enemy.