Ultimate Supreme Soldier King

Because it wasn't just Yang Jiajun inside the house!

The entire living room was filled with no fewer than seven or eight people!

It took Xia Yan more than a minute to come back to her senses, then she stammered towards a woman who seemed to be about forty or fifty years old, "Mom..."

Mom?

"Big Aunt..."

"Second Aunt..."

"Third Uncle..."

After hearing Xia Yan's terms of address for these people, Su Chen was somewhat dumbfounded.

So, these people were Xia Yan's maternal relatives?

"Good, good, good! Xia Yan, you really know how to bring honor to our Xia Family!" Xia Yan's mother's face was dark and terrible as she looked at the two still holding hands.

Before entering the door, Su Chen held Xia Yan's hand to comfort her.

He thought that only Yang Jiajun would be at Xia Yan's home, never expecting so many people to be inside.

And all of them were Xia Yan's maternal relatives.

Although the Xia Family was not particularly prominent, they always had strict family discipline.

The last time Xia Yan called her mother, she directly said she had had an affair, which Xia Yan's mother of course did not believe.

She thought it was just a spat between the young couple... that's why Xia Yan said that.

But she didn't expect...

Even though Xia Yan had a bold personality, it didn't mean her life was disordered.

On the contrary, she had always been a well-behaved girl.

Now, she had become the leverage Yang Jiajun used to control him.

Even going as far as to call her maternal relatives over.

Xia Yan's mother originally did not believe her own daughter would have an affair, but seeing this scene, she had no choice but to believe it.

Her own daughter had brought another man back home, and they were even holding hands.

What's worse, Xia Yan was wearing Su Chen's coat.

She had run out last night wearing her pajamas, so when Su Chen came over and saw Xia Yan shivering with cold, he naturally took off his coat and draped it over her frail body...

Suddenly, Xia Yan's mother stood up, grabbed the feather duster from the sofa, and charged towards Xia Yan with fury, without a word, the feather duster in her hand swung directly at Xia Yan.

"I'll beat you to death, you shameless thing!"

"You've lost all face for our Xia Family's ancestors!"

"How could you be so cheap?"

"..."

Slap, slap, slap!

Xia Yan's mother was incredibly harsh, leaving purple bruises on Xia Yan with every hit from the feather duster.

Meanwhile, she was also spewing extremely unpleasant insults.

By the time Su Chen reacted, Xia Yan had already been hit more than a dozen times.

Xia Yan was hurting so much that her face contorted, yet she didn't dare let out even a slight sound.

"Auntie, listen to me, let me explain!" Su Chen quickly pulled Xia Yan over, standing in front of her.

Xia Yan's mother glared at Su Chen with a dark expression, saying, "Explain what? Get out of the way quickly, or I'll hit you too!"

Su Chen naturally could not let Xia Yan continue to be beaten.

"Alright, you want to stand in front? Perfect, I'll discipline you, this shameless thing, on behalf of your mother!"

Xia Yan's mother wasn't joking, and her temper was incredibly violent.

She actually picked up the feather duster and swung it at Su Chen.

"I'll teach you to mess with married women!"

"I'll teach you to flirt around!"

"..."

Xia Yan's mother swung the feather duster slap after slap.

Directly hitting Su Chen.

But Su Chen stood there, his body not flinching in the least, not even his eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh, you young whippersnapper can really take a beating, huh? I don't believe I can't deal with you today!"

Xia Yan's mother increased the force in her hands.

It must be said, Xia Yan's mother might have been accustomed to wielding the feather duster from a young age, knowing how to apply force to cause the most pain.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard she hit, Su Chen's body remained unmoved.

Su Chen's resistance to physical punishment was incredibly strong; not to mention a feather duster, even a whip wouldn't make him flinch.

Thus, Xia Yan's mother's feather duster was nothing more than a tickle to Su Chen.

"Mom, stop it!" Xia Yan cried urgently, trying to rush forward to stand in front of Su Chen.

However, Su Chen gripped her tightly, keeping her behind him, unable to move.

"Mom, please stop, I beg you!"

Xia Yan's mother had hit dozens of times, tiring herself out.

"Auntie, if you're still angry, you can continue to hit me," Su Chen said calmly.

Xia Yan's mother, doubling over, hands on her knees, was panting heavily.

A glint of unusual emotion flashed in her eyes.

A feather duster might not kill someone, but it certainly hurt to be hit with it.

Yet surprisingly, Su Chen didn't even blink.

From this point of view, this man was indeed tough.

"Heh, you little rascal, you like being beaten, don't you? I'll indulge you today." Xia Yan's mother spoke as she was about to swing the feather duster again.

"Enough, Mom!" Xia Yan let out an angry shout.

Xia Yan's yell finally made Xia Yan's mother stop swinging the feather duster, with disbelief flashing across her face.

From childhood to adulthood, Xia Yan had always been obedient, hardly daring to talk back.

But today, she had yelled at her own mother.

"Ha, you're turning against me now, shouting at me for a man!" Xia Yan's mother was furious.

"Mom, let it go, Xia Yan didn't mean it!" At this moment, Yang Jiajun actually stood up, pleading for mercy on Xia Yan's behalf.

If it were in the past, Xia Yan would have been very touched.

Unfortunately, she had already seen through the true face of Yang Jiajun.

She could no longer trust him.

"You see how understanding and good to you Jiajun is, yet you dared to find another man outside, how can you be worthy of him?" Xia Yan's mother said angrily.

A self-mocking expression flashed across Xia Yan's face.

"Mom, do you know what he's done?"

Xia Yan subconsciously wanted to share her grievances, but then she saw Yang Jiajun's eyes.

Yang Jiajun's gaze was filled with mockery, and a hint of threat.

Xia Yan instantly closed her mouth.

If Yang Jiajun were to publish her photos and videos, she wouldn't be able to face anyone for the rest of her life.