Romantic Medical Immortal

Yang Cheng looked down at him and said casually, "I can give you one last chance."

"What chance? Just tell us! We’ll agree to anything!"

Kong Demao hurriedly replied.

"First, sell all the shares you hold to Kong Lingwen. Second, your entire family must leave Zhonghai and never return."

As the words fell, Kong Demao’s expression changed, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes.

The shares they held were the most, besides those of Kong Lingwen’s family, which gave them some status among the clan members.

Although he often threatened Elder Kong with selling the shares, he actually could never sell them, since Chenling Pharmaceutical was making a lot of money and selling the shares would mean a huge loss.

"What? You don’t want to?"

Yang Cheng raised an eyebrow and toyed with the dagger in his hand, his voice cold: "Then I’ll give you another option, for you and your son to disappear without a trace."

His voice was light, but Kong Demao felt a chill rising from his feet straight to his head. He had no doubt that this young man would do as he said.

"I agree! I agree to everything!"

Kong Demao nodded repeatedly, his voice trembling.

"Very well."

Yang Cheng put away the dagger and looked at Kong Lingwen, "Lingwen, is the contract ready?"

Kong Lingwen took out a pre-prepared share transfer contract from his bag and threw it in front of Kong Demao.

"Sign it, then get out of Zhonghai."

Kong Demao, with trembling hands, picked up the pen and signed his name on the contract.

Kong Lingjiang was also helped up and used his only functional hand to sign his name with difficulty.

"From today, I don’t want to see you in Zhonghai again."

Yang Cheng took the contract, turned with Kong Lingwen, and left.

Behind them, Kong Demao slumped to the ground, looking at his son’s bloody hand, tears streaming down his old face.

He quickly helped Kong Lingjiang up, drove him to the hospital, and after bandaging his injuries, rushed with his injured son to the Yan Family.

Though the Yan Family was not as prominent as the Kong Family or Gong Family in Zhonghai, it was still a notable family.

Patriarch Yan, Yan Liguo, relying on the power of the Gong Family, had surpassed the Kong Family in Zhonghai, prompting Kong Demao to connect with them, hoping they could help him seize the position of Family Head of the Kong Family.

"What brings you here so late?"

Seeing Kong Demao appearing in such a sorry state at the door, Yan Liguo slightly frowned.

"Patriarch Yan, something big has happened!"

Kong Demao, looking mournful, recounted the events.

After hearing it, Yan Liguo’s face darkened, "You mean that Yang Cheng cut off your son’s fingers?"

"Not only that, but he threatened us to surrender our shares as well."

Recalling that scene, Kong Demao still felt a chill in his heart.

Hearing this, Yan Liguo’s expression immediately turned unpleasant, "You and your son couldn’t even handle a young punk, and you have the nerve to come to me?"

"Patriarch Yan, that young man is ruthless! If we hadn’t agreed, we might have been dead by now."

Kong Demao still felt a lingering fear and could only rely on Yan Liguo to deal with Yang Cheng.

"And what can I do about it? Go beat up Yang Cheng?"

Yan Liguo waved dismissively, "You should go back now. I’ll remember this matter and take care of him when the opportunity arises."

"But..."

"No buts! The most important thing now is for you to take your son to recover, and we’ll discuss other matters later."

Yan Liguo gestured for them to leave.

Kong Demao opened his mouth, wanting to say more, but seeing Yan Liguo’s impatient expression, he had to swallow his words.

At that moment, Yan Liguo’s phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID, it was his sister Yan Lizhu.

"Hello? Lizhu, what’s up so late?"

"Big brother! Come quickly! That bastard Gong Jian... he brought his mistress home!"

On the other end, Yan Lizhu’s voice was sharp and grating as she wailed into the phone.

Yan Liguo jumped to his feet, raising his voice: "What? You said Gong Jian brought his mistress home?"

"Yes! He even said from now on that vixen will live here and I have to get along with her! Big brother, you have to stand up for me!"

Yan Lizhu cried heart-wrenchingly, wailing so much that Yan Liguo’s ears hurt.

Yan Liguo’s face turned livid, he gritted his teeth, "He’s really bullying our Yan Family as if we have no one left. Hold on, I’m coming over right now!"

After hanging up, he looked at Kong Demao, "You should head back first, I have something to deal with."

"Patriarch Yan, do you need our help?"

Kong Demao asked tentatively.

"No need, hurry and leave."

Yan Liguo replied gruffly, as family scandals were not to be aired in public, and he didn’t want outsiders to see the joke.

He left in haste, while Kong Demao watched his back, sighed, and helped his son into the car.

"Dad, what do we do now? I can’t swallow this grievance."

Kong Lingjiang’s face was pale, his voice weak, his eyes full of hatred.

"We’re going to find your uncle, after all, he’s my brother. He can’t just sit by and let Yang Cheng act so violently."

Kong Demao felt uncertain, so he decided to gather the other members of the Kong Family and go find Elder Kong together.

...

Meanwhile, at the Gong Family villa.

The atmosphere in the living room was so tense it seemed like water might drip out.

Gong Jian and Su Xiaowan sat on the sofa; she wore a simple and elegant dress, her head bowed, looking pitiful.

Yan Lizhu sat opposite, her eyes swollen, her face livid, staring at Su Xiaowan as if she wanted to devour her alive.

"Gong Jian, what do you mean by this? It’s bad enough that you cheated, but bringing this vixen home is intent on killing me?"

Yan Lizhu’s voice was hoarse, having lost all the poise of a lady.

Gong Jian frowned, displeased, "Don’t talk so badly. Xiaowan is with me."

"She’s with you? Then what am I? I’ve given you a son, managed this household for decades, and now you tell me she’s with you?"

Yan Lizhu jumped up, pointing at Su Xiaowan’s nose and cursing, "This tramp, how is she better than me?"

Gong Jian sighed, "Calm down, Xiaowan is sensible. She won’t fight with you for anything, just consider there’s an additional sister at home, and you remain Madam Gong."

Yan Lizhu sneered, "That’s easy for you to say! Let me tell you, if she’s here, I’m not. If I’m here, she’s not!"

Upon hearing this, Gong Jian’s face instantly turned cold, "Yan Lizhu, don’t push it. If you insist on causing trouble, we can only divorce."

"What did you say? You’re going to divorce me?"

Yan Lizhu stared at him incredulously, trembling with anger, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

At that moment, a rush of footsteps sounded outside the door. Yan Liguo strode in, with a few Yan Family members following behind.