Glamorous Doctor
Chapter 719

Chapter 719: Chapter 719

"No, your father refused to divorce, and Aunt Yun is furious," Zhang Yang said.

Then, looking slightly surprised, he asked, "Why did you suddenly think to ask that?"

Xiao Man fell silent for a moment, then spoke with a serious tone, "It seems like my dad has been in contact with them. I don’t know what they talked about, but I have a bad feeling. In any case, you, Aunt Yun, and my cousin should all be careful."

"Oh, and my cousin’s husband, too. He needs to be careful as well."

Zhang Yang’s heart sank. Is the Qingyi Sect still trying to go after the people around her?

"Xiao Man, you tell that bitch, if she dares target the people around me again, I, Zhang Yang, will go on a killing spree. Even if she hides at the ends of the earth, I’ll make sure she’s torn to pieces."

"Haha, no wonder you’re my man—so domineering!"

"Alright, the five minutes are up. That’s it for now. Love you, Zhang Yang."

"I love you too, Xiao Man!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yang’s mood was not great.

Xu Caimei, concerned, climbed out from under the covers. "What’s going on with Xiao Man? Are you two in trouble? Do you need me to ask my dad for help?"

Zhang Yang gave a bitter smile. "Your dad won’t be able to help, but don’t ask further. You heard just now—they might go after the people around me. So..."

Before Zhang Yang could finish, Xu Caimei kissed him on the lips.

"Alright, don’t say anymore. I’m not afraid. After all, I’m the youth women’s Sanda champion."

"Whenever you go to rescue Xiao Man, make sure you bring me along. I’ll make sure to beat them to the ground."

Looking at Xu Caimei’s fearless expression, Zhang Yang couldn’t help but smile.

He didn’t continue the conversation. If Xu Caimei were to know about the existence of ancient martial arts in this world, it wouldn’t be a good thing. He cherished the righteousness and confidence in her character.

Knowing Zhang Yang was in a bad mood, Xu Caimei blushed and said, "Zhang Yang, you can touch my boobs. Even though they’re not as big as Xinxin’s, they’re still bigger than Yu’er’s—and they’re soft!"

Zhang Yang pinched Xu Caimei’s nose. "Silly girl, do you believe I’ll tell Yu’er right now?"

"No, no, no. I was wrong."

"So, do you want to feel them or not?" Xu Caimei asked playfully with a hint of coquettishness.

"Of course I do. Not only do I want to touch them, I want to taste them too!"

The two started to flirt playfully until Xu Caimei fell asleep. Zhang Yang got up and went outside.

The earlier laughter was just to avoid letting the people around him feel his gloominess.

Zhang Yang went to a store, bought a pack of cigarettes, and lit one up. With a deep inhale, he watched the plume of smoke drift upward, as if seeing Xiao Man’s smiling face in it.

How could Zhang Yang not know that Xiao Man’s laughter on the phone also carried helplessness and grievance?

"Xiao Man..." Zhang Yang murmured softly to himself.

Just then, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"I’m begging you, stop it. Come home with me."

The voice was pleading, tinged with tears.

Zhang Yang’s expression shifted, and he followed the sound to a nearby alley. In front of a small chess room, a woman was pulling a man, trying to get him to leave.

A crowd had gathered around, gossiping and pointing at the scene.

"Get the hell out of here! Stop ruining my mood. If it weren’t for your bad luck, I would’ve won that last round!"

"You wouldn’t have won. You’ve already lost enough. Please, just come home with me." The woman continued to plead bitterly.

"I told you to get lost!"

The man slapped her across the face.

The onlookers did nothing to intervene. They just stood there, watching the show.

The man raised his hand again, intent on striking her, but suddenly another hand appeared and grabbed his wrist.

"Who the hell are you? I’m warning you, stay out of this!"

Of course, it was Zhang Yang who had appeared. Furious, he raised his fist and punched the man.

Zhang Yang was already in a foul mood, and now, seeing his former goddess, Mr. Tang, being hit—how could he hold back?

That punch left the man with blood spilling from his mouth.

"Zhang... Zhang Yang!" Tang Tiantian looked at him in shock.

The next second, she quickly looked away, not wanting Zhang Yang to see her in such a pitiful state.

Although she had once crossed paths with Zhang Yang when he treated her and shared some intimate moments, Tang Tiantian hadn’t contacted him since then.

Even though Zhang Yang had told her she’d need several more massage treatments, she’d chosen not to return.

His overwhelming passion had left her feeling confused and at a loss.

She had never expected to run into him here today.

Seeing Tang Tiantian like this, Zhang Yang didn’t know what to say.

But his anger only intensified. Such a wonderful woman, and this bastard didn’t know how to treasure her.

It was now clear to Zhang Yang—this man was Tang Tiantian’s husband, the domestic abuser. When Zhang Yang had treated Tang Tiantian previously, the bruises on her body were both shocking and distressing.

Now that he had this bastard in front of him, Zhang Yang landed another kick.

The man, enraged, couldn’t fight back—he was no match for Zhang Yang.

Finally, Tang Tiantian pleaded with Zhang Yang, "Stop, Zhang Yang, please stop."

She grabbed Zhang Yang’s arm and pulled him back.

Fearing he might hurt her, Zhang Yang finally halted. The man stood up, battered and bruised.

"Who the hell is he, you bitch?" the man snarled at Tang Tiantian.

"Who are you calling a bitch?" Zhang Yang growled, ready to strike again.

The man flinched, trembling. This was the first time he’d encountered someone as fierce as Zhang Yang, and he couldn’t even fight back.

Tang Tiantian pulled Zhang Yang back and said to the man, "He’s one of my former students!"

The onlookers finally understood. They had earlier misunderstood the situation but now realized he was her student.

No wonder he was so agitated—anyone seeing their teacher get hit would likely intervene.

"Zhang Yang, this is my husband, Lin Fucheng."

Lin Fucheng glared angrily at Zhang Yang. "I don’t care which piece-of-trash student you are. You dared hit me today—pay me ten thousand yuan for medical expenses, or I’ll call the police."

"Go ahead and call them. Perfect timing—let everyone see how you’ve been abusing your wife," Zhang Yang replied fearlessly.

"Hitting my wife is a family matter. It’s none of your damn business!"

"I’m Mr. Tang’s student. Try laying another finger on her and see what happens." Zhang Yang’s eyes burned with intensity as he stared down Lin Fucheng.

Sensing the escalating tension, Tang Tiantian quickly tried to mediate, "Alright, let’s stop this. Zhang Yang, thank you. Sorry you had to see this mess. We’ll be leaving now."

"Leave? Not before he pays me ten thousand yuan for medical expenses. If he doesn’t, you can pay for him. Otherwise, just wait until we’re home and see what I do to you."