Chapter 1083: Chapter 1081: You? Who Do You Think You Are?
But right now, Zhu Zhizhou really was so furious he could explode—by the Ji Family’s second young master who, according to rumors, was far less promising than Eldest Young Master Ji!
Zhu Zhizhou had always been the kind who bullies the weak and fears the strong. When he caught wind that his youngest daughter had latched onto a mega-rich clan like the Ji Family, the country’s richest, he was of course over the moon.
But he had just suffered a big loss in front of Young Master Yan, that future son-in-law, hit a hard nail and taken a nasty fall.
So now, he wanted to change strategy. He planned to strike first to gain the upper hand, to scare this Ji Family second young master into submission. By then, wouldn’t this Ji Family second young master, who was crazy about his youngest daughter, be at his mercy?
With his wishful thinking clattering away like an abacus, Zhu Zhizhou found out where Ji Huan was and immediately took action, wanting to catch Ji Huan completely off guard.
He had no idea that the two daughters had long since coordinated things with Ji Huan, and that the Ji Family had already developed a strong sense of precaution toward him and the Zhu Family.
It’s just that none of them had expected he’d come rushing in to get himself hurt this badly, this fast!
Nor did he have a clue that this second young master of the Ji Family, although there weren’t many rumors about him on the outside, had been, just like his Brother, involved in running the Ji Family and Yang Family businesses since his teens. In terms of methods and IQ, he’d always kept pace with his Brother; there’d never been a "who’s stronger, who’s weaker" between them. It’s just that Eldest Young Master Ji was a few years older, so he got involved in Ji Family business a few years earlier and ended up with a louder reputation outside.
And that notion he had—that twenty‑one‑year‑old Ji Huan was nothing but a useless coward—was downright laughable!
"Mr. Zhu, what did you come looking for me about? I’m pretty busy here, I’m afraid I won’t be able to properly entertain you!"
Ji Huan pretended not to see Zhu Zhizhou’s nose practically twisted with rage, and looked at him with an expression of pure curiosity.
As if that whole speech just now about not caring about his daughter hadn’t come out of his own mouth.
"Ji Huan! Don’t you dare think just because your family’s rich and powerful you can bully my Xiao Yu. Let me tell you, we Zhu Family people are not that easy to push around."
Zhu Zhizhou was livid, but he still had to hold his pose. He hadn’t forgotten that today’s goal was to put on a show of force and cow this dumb kid from the Ji Family.
That way, in the future, as the father‑in‑law, he’d be able to control this young master in the palm of his hand.
Ji Huan honestly doubted whether Zhu Qianyu and Zhu Qianying were really the biological daughters of this fat and stupid old man named Zhu Zhizhou.
If they were, it must have been some massive genetic mutation to produce two sisters that outstanding!
"Mr. Zhu, you’re not wrong about that!"
Ji Huan lounged there, calmly eyeing Zhu Zhizhou, who might have been truly furious or just putting on a show. "I do rely on my family’s wealth and influence, and yes, I do like bullying people. But the one I bully is you. Not Xiao Yu. Xiao Yu is my girlfriend. I’ll only love her and spoil her; I’d never bully her."
This time Zhu Zhizhou was so mad he nearly flipped the coffee table in front of him!
"Outrageous! Ji Huan, is that how you talk to your girlfriend’s father?"
Ji Huan looked at him coldly, his eyes full of mockery. "You? And who the hell do you think you are?"
Zhu Zhizhou finally couldn’t hold back anymore. He kicked his leg out and sent the coffee table flying.
The poor wooden coffee table, worth only a few dozen bucks, was kicked apart on the spot, its legs scattered all over the floor.
Ji Huan stood up, took a step back, picked up the phone, and directly dialed 110.
At first Zhu Zhizhou didn’t realize Ji Huan was calling 110, not until he heard Ji Huan say, "Hello, 110? There’s a psycho here who’s seriously threatening my personal safety. Please send someone over immediately..."
Before Ji Huan finished, Zhu Zhizhou, who’d just reacted, lunged at him and slapped the phone out of his hand.
"Ji Huan, don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!" Zhu Zhizhou said as he raised his hand to slap Ji Huan across the face.
But Ji Huan had been training with martial arts instructors since he was two or three. In university, his Sanda and fighting skills were practically unmatched.
Zhu Zhizhou, an old, fat man who rarely exercised, swinging like that was no different from a lamb throwing itself at a tiger. Ji Huan had been waiting for him to make a move. Once he did, Ji Huan had his excuse to teach him a lesson.
Ji Huan caught his arm halfway through the swing and tightened his grip. First he pulled along with Zhu Zhizhou’s momentum toward himself, then he shoved hard. The moment he let go, Zhu Zhizhou’s whole body went crashing forward.
Once he threw him, Ji Huan didn’t hesitate. He stepped outside, slammed the door shut with a bang, and locked Zhu Zhizhou inside the office.
From the office came Zhu Zhizhou’s howls, followed by a pained roar: "Ji Huan, this isn’t over between us!"
Leaning against the door, Ji Huan said coolly to the person inside, "I’m just afraid it will be over between us. Don’t worry, whatever you want to do, I’ll go with you to the end."
"Ji Huan! I’ll kill you!"
Zhu Zhizhou had slammed into the corner of the wall and still hadn’t gotten up. He was half‑collapsed on the ground in utter embarrassment, the hand he’d just swung, the one that had been aiming to slap Ji Huan, now hanging limply over his chest. Unless he was lucky, it was either dislocated or broken.
Ji Huan hooked his lips. "Mr. Zhu, save that talk for when you’re actually capable of it."
Inside the office, Zhu Zhizhou howled twice, then maybe the pain got too intense, because aside from ragged, gasping groans, he actually stopped spewing any more nasty words.
He clearly wasn’t saying anything anymore, but Ji Huan had no intention of letting him off that easily.
"Mr. Zhu, you’re Xiao Yu’s father, so yes, I should be polite to you. But ask yourself honestly—have you ever fulfilled a father’s responsibility to Xiao Yu? Her university tuition and living expenses were all paid by Shadow. You, the chairman of Mingxuan Group—don’t tell me you can’t even afford to support your own daughter?"
Ji Huan actually hadn’t heard much about the grievances Zhu Qianyu had suffered in the Zhu Family directly from her, but he’d done his homework in private.
He knew all about Zhu Zhizhou’s promiscuity, about how he neglected his two younger daughters and his youngest mistress, about what kind of life Zhu Qianyu and her sister had led all these years—he had all of it down cold.
Originally, Ji Huan hadn’t intended to clash with Zhu Zhizhou this way. After all, he had plenty of methods to make Zhu Zhizhou bow his head and regret everything.
He just hadn’t expected Zhu Zhizhou to be dumb enough to come meet him like this.
Ridiculous!
And pathetic!
Most likely, Zhu Zhizhou really had been driven to desperation by all the negative press, to the point he chose this stupid tactic, thinking that if he struck first, he could tame Ji Huan and make him obediently serve him.
Ji Huan didn’t know whether to call him naïve or pathetic. Being this out of touch with reality—it was about time he suffered a bit.
