Chapter 13: I Have Returned Once More!

Qin Family Villa.

Qin Monong called Wang Huirong, asking, “How is it? Have you found Lin Yang yet?”

“Not yet. I don’t know where he’s hiding,” Wang Huirong reported.

“He’s a blind man—where could he possibly run off to? Find him quickly and kill him!” The memory of the day’s events brought a surge of rage and murderous intent that Qin Monong could barely suppress.

“You really think it’s worth it? I haven’t killed you, but you’re hell-bent on finishing me off?” Lin Yang’s voice suddenly sounded from behind, startling Qin Monong.

“No need to keep searching. He’s at my house. Get over here,” Qin Monong said to Wang Huirong, then hung up, her face frosty.

“You’ve got some nerve, coming back! Do you think my home is a place you can come and go as you please?”

“You wanted to kill me, didn’t you? I was afraid you wouldn’t find me, so I came to offer myself up,” Lin Yang replied calmly, though his gaze never left Qin Monong.

Her body, sculpted like a work of art, still bore traces of what had happened earlier that day—a source of pride for him.

Qin Monong noticed Lin Yang staring openly. If she didn’t know he was blind, she would have suspected otherwise.

“You really think I won’t kill you?” There was a cold gleam in her eyes.

“A woman as venomous as you—what wouldn’t you dare do?” Lin Yang replied, settling himself beside her.

Qin Monong immediately stood and put distance between them. She needed to stall for time, waiting for Wang Huirong to arrive.

“In truth, I never intended to kill you. But you crossed every line and did that to me. You deserve to die!” She gritted her teeth, baffled. Lin Yang had clearly escaped, yet he dared return. Was he truly fearless? Or did he think he had something to rely on? But what could it be? He’d spent two years being tormented, was now blind—a broken man. Where would his confidence come from?

She couldn’t figure it out.

Lin Yang shrugged. “What’s done is done. I don’t regret it. Of course, if you don’t mind, before Wang Huirong arrives, we could spar a bit more.”

“Go to hell, you bastard!” Qin Monong stamped her foot in fury, her chest heaving, grabbing a cushion and hurling it at Lin Yang.

“Angry? What reason do you have to be angry? Compared to what you and your daughter did to me, what I’ve done is nothing. I haven’t even recovered my losses—at most, I’ve taken a bit of interest, and you can’t handle it?”

Every word Lin Yang spoke drove Qin Monong into a frenzy.

She couldn’t understand how, in a single night, Lin Yang seemed to have transformed completely, as if possessed.

Suppressing her anger, she sneered, “I know why you came back. You know you have no ability to survive, even if you escape—life would be worse than death. So you returned to provoke me, just to feel you still exist.”

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“Think what you wish,” Lin Yang replied, not bothering to explain. He closed his eyes, resting on the sofa.

If he continued gazing at her, he feared he wouldn’t be able to resist, and would immediately take Qin Monong right there on the sofa.

He cared about propriety in such matters; if Wang Huirong, that old woman, barged in at the crucial moment, it would spoil his mood.

Silence fell between them. Qin Monong waited for Wang Huirong, and Lin Yang waited as well.

It took less than half an hour for Wang Huirong to arrive at the Qin Family Villa.

“Madam, are you alright?” Wang Huirong asked.

Qin Monong’s face lit up at the sight of her, and she finally relaxed.

“I’m fine. Kill him at once!” Qin Monong pointed at Lin Yang, who was reclining on the sofa with his eyes closed.

“You’re finally here,” Lin Yang opened his eyes, stood, and stretched lazily. “Let’s get on with it. Don’t waste time.”

Wang Huirong was Qin Monong’s most trusted confidante—housekeeper and bodyguard in one, skilled, with third-rank strength.

Without a word, Wang Huirong launched a flying kick, aiming straight for Lin Yang’s head.

Lin Yang met it with a direct punch—no technique, just pure force.

Sheer strength trumps skill!

A natural-born master against a mere practitioner—it was like mowing grass, effortless.

Wang Huirong was sent flying, crashed into the wall, and slid down; one leg was ruined, rendering her unable to fight.

Qin Monong was dumbfounded, staring in disbelief.

Lin Yang walked to the corner, grabbed Wang Huirong by the neck and lifted her up.

“You’re too weak.”

“How…how are you so strong?!” Wang Huirong was incredulous.

She knew Lin Yang’s situation well—even Qin Yanran could toy with him, beating him like a dog. Last night, he was nearly killed, so how could he become so formidable overnight?

It made no sense!

“You threw me into the Luo River and, in a way, gave me a new chance. So today, I’ll spare your life,” Lin Yang said. He snapped her right hand, crippled her leg and hand, but left her alive.

Then he pressed her acupoint, causing Wang Huirong to faint instantly.

Lin Yang dragged her to the basement and tossed her into the small dark room where he had once lived.

When he returned to the living room, Qin Monong had thrown on a coat and was trying to escape.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Lin Yang leaped forward, blocking her path.

“You…you’re not blind! And you’ve mastered martial arts?!”

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“Yes.”

“How did you do it? It’s impossible!” Qin Monong was at a loss.

“Take your time guessing. Earlier, I collected some interest—now I want to reclaim my principal,” Lin Yang grinned.

“What are you planning? Don’t touch me!” Qin Monong retreated, her composure as a powerful woman shattered.

Lin Yang was beyond restraint; the fire he’d suppressed for two years was ablaze. He swept Qin Monong into his arms and carried her upstairs toward the bedroom.

“Let me go, you little devil!” Qin Monong punched his chest, but it was no more than a tickle—more like playful flirting.

She could never have imagined that her most private sanctuary would be so quickly invaded by Lin Yang again.

Lin Yang raised his hand, spanking her firm, rounded hips with crisp, resounding slaps.

It was his punishment for Qin Monong, venting two years of pent-up hatred and anger.

Though she cried out repeatedly, she was ashamed to admit she seemed to enjoy it, even crave more.

“Lin Yang, stop it! I really can’t take it anymore,” Qin Monong pleaded, sweating—the blows were too much for an ordinary person.

Lin Yang stopped his hand, but his desire was not sated.

Just then, there was a sudden knock at the door.

Both Lin Yang and Qin Monong were startled.

Lin Yang was annoyed at the interruption—it ruined the mood.

Qin Monong, naturally, was terrified someone would see her being humiliated by Lin Yang; her dignity would be destroyed.

“She can’t have woken up so soon, can she?” Lin Yang wondered. Wang Huirong, with her acupoint pressed, wouldn’t awaken for at least twelve hours.

“Mom, are you in your room?” came Qin Yanran’s voice from outside the door.

Qin Yanran had returned!

Hearing her daughter’s voice, Lin Yang’s lips curled into a playful smile—things were getting more and more interesting.

Qin Monong, recognizing her daughter’s arrival, was frantic and terrified.

Whatever happened between her and Lin Yang, it could never, under any circumstances, be known by Qin Yanran.

She couldn’t imagine what would happen if Qin Yanran opened the door and saw this scene.

What scared her more was the possibility that Lin Yang, emboldened, might not even spare Qin Yanran.