Ultimate Supreme Soldier King

"What did Xiaojun do? Say something!" Xia Yan's mother demanded, brandishing a feather duster in her hand.

Seeing that Xia Yan remained silent, her mother laughed coldly. "I didn't see Xiaojun do anything; all I saw was you bringing a stray man home!"

"Xia Yan, I truly love you. Even though you've done wrong, as long as you promise not to get entangled with this man, I can forgive you. Come back home, let's live our lives well," Yang Jiajun deliberately pretended to be a magnanimous victim.

Unfortunately, in Xia Yan's eyes, this only made her feel even more disgusted.

Her heart was filled with depression, anger, and a sense of injustice, but Xia Yan dared not speak out.

She was afraid her photos would be made public.

"Look at Xiaojun, he's such a good kid. Xia Yan, if you still have a conscience, cut ties with that stray man and live a good life with Xiaojun."

"..."

Xia Yan's aunts started chiming in.

Aunts are known to be quite formidable.

Especially since these aunts had often received small favors from Yang Jiajun.

And knowing that Yang Jiajun owned a company and came from a wealthy family, they naturally spoke up for him.

But what they didn't know—

Yang Jiajun did own a company, but the real estate industry had been declining in recent years, and his income was dropping, sometimes even resulting in losses.

Fortunately, Xia Yan's income had been gradually increasing.

An annual salary of 800,000.

Often, it was Xia Yan who used her money to fill the gaps in Yang Jiajun's company finances.

Over the past two years, Xia Yan had nearly taken out more than a million of her own money.

Even the wedding last month, all the expenses had been covered by her, Xia Yan, alone.

But in the end, everyone remembered only Yang Jiajun's contribution, completely oblivious to hers.

What could she do?

To maintain Yang Jiajun's face and to give gifts to the aunts, everything was done in Yang Jiajun's name.

But in truth, that money was all Xia Yan's...

Now, she had to face the criticism of the aunts.

And, unfortunately, she had no way to refute it.

For Xia Yan, this was a checkmate.

After a long while, Xia Yan turned and said to Su Chen, "Xiaochen, you should go back."

Clearly, Xia Yan was prepared to face it alone.

There was no use for Su Chen to stay.

He could only give Yang Jiajun more to talk about.

Yang Jiajun was very pleased with the current situation.

He wanted Xia Yan to have no way out.

Although he knew that Xia Yan's heart no longer belonged to him, nor would it ever again.

After all, Xia Yan hadn't come home that day and had stayed with Su Chen.

So, he surmised that Xia Yan and Su Chen might already be together.

Jealousy burned fiercely inside him.

But he couldn't let go of Xia Yan.

He really couldn't.

Such an excellent woman was too hard to find.

And there was an even more important reason he didn't want a divorce from Xia Yan.

He still needed Xia Yan's help to secure loans.

What he didn't realize was that Xia Yan originally planned to have Yu Qingmei provide the loans to him.

But unexpectedly...

Now he had something to hold over her, he was certain he had Xia Yan cornered.

No matter how capable Su Chen was, what did it matter?

He had already been driven to a dead end.

If he couldn't secure a loan, his company would go bankrupt, and he would be left with nothing.

So, he could no longer care about the consequences.

Even if Chen Shuo wanted to kill him, he was no longer afraid.

After all, if he died, Xia Yan wouldn't get off easy either.

He also understood Xia Yan.

She would absolutely not allow those photos to go public.

Su Chen was, of course, aware of the current situation.

He spoke languidly: "Yang Jiajun, can we talk alone?"

Talk alone?

A hint of fear flashed in Yang Jiajun's eyes.

Su Chen had connections with Chen Shuo, and naturally, Yang Jiajun was scared.

But at this point, he was like a dead pig not fearing boiling water; if they were going to talk, he had nothing to fear.

"Sure, I just happen to want to talk to you too!" A sinister light flashed in Yang Jiajun's eyes.

They both headed to the bedroom.

Bang, the bedroom door closed.

Yang Jiajun pulled out a cigarette, lit it up, and with a mocking look on his face, he said to Su Chen, "Kid, how do you want to talk?"

"What do you want in exchange for giving the photos back to Xia Yan?" Su Chen asked.

Yang Jiajun glanced over Su Chen and snorted, "You wish. Don't think I don't know what you two..."

Su Chen frowned slightly.

The more this type of thing was discussed, the worse it got. Even if he said nothing happened between him and Xia Yan, Yang Jiajun certainly wouldn't believe it.

"Actually, it's not impossible to take the photos back." Yang Jiajun exhaled a ring of smoke and drawled, "Let her accompany Director Deng and help me get a fifty million loan!"

Originally, Yang Jiajun only needed a twenty million loan, but since things had come this far, he naturally wanted to borrow more.

Listening to Yang Jiajun, Su Chen's face turned a bit ugly.

"Don't look at me with that face, kid. You've both already... You agree, right?" Yang Jiajun said with a smirk.

Hearing this, Su Chen also laughed and retorted, "Agree my ass!"

Right after speaking, his body sprang into action.

Yang Jiajun only saw an afterimage before he realized someone was choking his neck.

Then, he saw an expressionless face.

That emotionless face slowly took on an evil smirk.

Because his neck was being clutched, Yang Jiajun could only open his mouth wide in an attempt to breathe.

Su Chen directly reached out and took the cigarette from Yang Jiajun's mouth, then flipped it and stuffed it back into Yang Jiajun's mouth, lit end first.

"Aah..."

Yang Jiajun let out an agonizing scream.

Unfortunately, Su Chen had already covered his mouth, so no sound could escape.

Sizzle!

The cigarette, heated to 700 degrees, was extinguished inside Yang Jiajun's throat.

He felt as if his throat was about to smoke.

He was in pain; he was contorted.

He tried to break free from the man's grasp.

But he found that the man's hand was like iron pincers, immovable.

Fear filled Yang Jiajun's eyes.

He had never anticipated that this man would act so decisively and ruthlessly.

He was ten times more merciless than Chen Shuo forcing Yu Qingmei to kneel on glass shards.

Su Chen watched with an indifferent gaze as the pained Yang Jiajun twisted, feeling not a hint of sympathy in his heart.

For someone like Yang Jiajun, only severity and pain could make him remember vividly.

Su Chen released Yang Jiajun, patted his slightly disheveled clothes, and said indifferently, "Destroy those photos yourself, or else, believe me, I have ways to make you suffer a thousand times more!"