Chapter Fifty-Three: The Yang Family

Feng Yisheng grabbed Li Ran and dashed out of the house. The four men outside heard the commotion and hastily pulled their hoods down, rushing toward the house, but Feng Yisheng was swift, dragging Li Ran straight toward the factory. In a moment, the four men realized their targets had slipped away.

Especially the one the others called “Boss,” who felt a surge of unease. If the daughter of the Changnan Tiger wasn’t in his hands, it wouldn’t be long before her father found him. Without any bargaining chips, he dared not hesitate. The so-called Boss quickly jumped into the van and drove in the direction Feng Yisheng had fled.

Feng Yisheng ran quickly, pulling Li Ran along, but the driver behind caught up in the van. Helpless, Feng Yisheng reached out and lifted Li Ran onto his back. Li Ran was caught off guard, suddenly finding herself piggybacked by Feng Yisheng.

With Li Ran on his back, Feng Yisheng moved with incredible speed. The van driver’s face darkened, and he stomped on the accelerator. Li Ran, feeling the rush of wind, couldn’t quite grasp how fast they were moving, but a strange sensation flickered in her heart—it was the first time she had ever been carried like this by a boy.

Feng Yisheng ran so fast that his back occasionally brushed against Li Ran, but he paid no mind, and Li Ran herself hadn’t realized she’d allowed such intimate contact with a young man she’d only met twice.

The van drew closer and closer. The driver, thinking of nothing else, aimed the vehicle straight at Feng Yisheng, trying to run him down. Feng Yisheng leapt backward, dodging the van with remarkable agility, startling the driver.

But in doing so, Li Ran was sent tumbling to the ground, though fortunately not at great speed, and she lay uninjured.

The van stopped, and three burly men, wielding improvised weapons, piled out. When the so-called Boss saw that Li Ran had been rescued by a mere student, his gaze turned vicious as he glared at Feng Yisheng.

“Kid, if you know what’s good for you, you and the girl on the ground should come with us quietly. If not... hmph.”

“Oh, how dull,” Feng Yisheng retorted. “I thought that after saving the damsel, I’d let you go. Since you insist on courting death, come at me if you dare!”

No sooner had he finished speaking than the three thugs charged at him, weapons raised. Feng Yisheng dodged one, and with a powerful punch, struck another in the belly—the one called Boss was sent flying three meters.

The other two, oblivious, kept swinging at him. The only moves Feng Yisheng had ever practiced were calisthenics, and most martial arts he’d merely watched on TV. Learning martial arts from television was a joke! But after observing the old man’s boxing recently, he realized it wasn’t as difficult as he imagined—the Tiger Cannon Fist packed quite a punch.

The man who’d been knocked down stood up and shouted, “Stop! Everyone, stop fighting!”

The other two halted immediately, but Feng Yisheng, unbothered, sent another flying with a single blow. Only then did he realize they had ceased hostilities.

The man asked, “You know the Tiger Cannon Fist? Are you from the Yang family?”

“The Yang family...?” Feng Yisheng was startled, recalling the old man from yesterday.

“What Yang family, what Ox family—I don’t know them,” he replied.

“Well, since you’re from the Yang family, consider this girl a token of respect from me.” The Boss turned to his men. “Let’s go!”

“You—” Feng Yisheng tried to pursue them, but Li Ran called out, “Don’t chase them!”

By the time Feng Yisheng looked again, the three men had already sped off in the van, vanishing from sight.

Feng Yisheng approached Li Ran, glanced at her, and smiled. “We meet again!”

“Yes, I didn’t expect you to play the hero today!” Li Ran teased, referencing his earlier claim.

“Ah, well...” Feng Yisheng laughed awkwardly.

“Thank you for saving me. Could I borrow your phone? Mine is still with those people,” Li Ran said.

Feng Yisheng unlocked his phone and handed it to her. Li Ran quickly dialed a number. When the call connected, she said, “Dad, I’m okay. My phone is with those people.”

Apparently, someone replied, and Li Ran continued, “Okay, Dad, I’m coming to the company now.”

After hanging up, Li Ran saved her number in the phone and handed it back to Feng Yisheng. “Thank you again. Your name is Feng Yisheng, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’ve saved my number in your phone. I have something to attend to now, but I’ll thank you properly another time,” Li Ran said.

“No problem, take care of your business first,” Feng Yisheng replied.

“Yes, could you call me a ride, please? The address is ****,” Li Ran requested.

Once the ride arrived, Li Ran thanked him again and got in.

Feng Yisheng checked his phone—it was already two o’clock. He hurried to school.

Back in the office building, the man finished his call and fell into deep thought. His expression eased, and he murmured, “Ran is safe. Those who dare to lay a hand on someone close to me will face my wrath.”

He dialed another number. “Investigate thoroughly. If you fail, you know what I’ll do.”

Meanwhile, Feng Yisheng arrived in the classroom, just as the teacher was walking in. He exchanged a glance with Jiang Zhiming, then went to his seat.

Classes had been uninterrupted lately, and since the afternoon, Zhuang Bi hadn’t come to hassle him. In the past, Feng Yisheng would have been anxious, but now, he wasn’t afraid—if anything, he feared Zhuang Bi would bring trouble on himself.

For four days, things remained calm. During that time, Li Ran called Feng Yisheng, hoping to meet and thank him properly, but he declined. After all, he’d only helped her in passing and felt there was no need for further contact.

But Feng Yisheng didn’t know it wasn’t Li Ran who wanted to see him—it was her father.

“Dad, he said it wasn’t necessary,” Li Ran informed her father after hanging up.

“Interesting. That young man is intriguing. But that day, you heard the men who captured you say he was from the Yang family?”

“Yes, Dad, that’s what they said.”

“If he truly is, then his skills aren’t surprising. But I know all the young men of the Yang family—none match his identity.”

“Dad, I really wouldn’t know,” Li Ran replied, having just returned from a business trip to Changnan.

“If the boy truly is from the Yang family...”