Chapter 62: The Yang Family Seeks Trouble

“What did you say?” Father Yang’s voice rose sharply, his face growing even darker. “That’s impossible.”

“Whether it’s possible or not, you can ask your daughter. Oh, and by the way, this hospital helped with the transfer back then. If you don’t believe me, you can check with them and see if I’m lying.”

Father Yang’s eyes flickered. Hearing Zhao Fan’s words, he knew he wasn’t lying. Transferring to another hospital just because she thought it was better—Yang Qingqing was more than capable of doing that.

Thinking of how they’d made such a scene, only to become a laughingstock, Father Yang’s face was as black as thunder.

Zhao Fan couldn’t care less what he was thinking. He opened the door to the ward and ordered the Yang family to leave at once.

“If you try this again, don’t blame me for cutting off Yang Qingqing’s medical expenses. Get out!”

The Yang family exchanged glances, their resentment growing.

“Young man, is that any way to talk? Telling your elders to get out—do you have any manners?”

“Exactly! No upbringing at all. Bah, your parents—”

Before the speaker could finish, a fist shot straight for his face.

A heavy thud, followed by a crash.

Screams pierced the air, drawing a crowd from the neighboring wards.

Mother Zhao trembled inside, wanting to step forward several times but kept getting pushed to the edge of the crowd.

Meanwhile, the screams from inside the ward grew louder.

“What’s going on in there?”

“No idea, but it sounds scary. Someone’s getting beaten up, I think.”

“I know that ward—that’s where all the trouble was before. A huge family surrounded it, even the hospital security couldn’t deal with them. It was terrifying.”

While people gossiped outside, inside, Zhao Fan was pummeling a middle-aged man with all his might. The man howled in pain, completely unable to fight back.

After a thorough beating, the rest of the Yang family finally snapped out of their shock and rushed to pull them apart.

They thought Zhao Fan would never stop, considering how hard he was hitting. But just as they reached out, Zhao Fan halted, quickly stepping away to put a safe distance between them.

The Yang family looked at each other in confusion. What now?

Zhao Fan shook out his hand. “Get out, or I’ll find someone else to do the job.”

His glare was fierce, and with the middle-aged man still rolling on the floor, the Yang family shrank back. The way he’d fought just now, wild and desperate, none of them wanted to be next.

One by one, they pushed each other toward the door. Even the man on the floor was dragged away, none daring to linger.

“They’re coming out, quick, move!”

The crowd blocking the door scattered, trying to look casual as though they were only passing by.

Mother Zhao, holding Zhao Yuner in her arms, met the Yang family head-on. Her face went white. “You—”

Before she could finish, the Yang family slunk away, tails between their legs.

Eh?

Mother Zhao was bewildered. What on earth had just happened?

Zhao Fan appeared at the door. “Mom, come back in.”

“Yes, all right.”

Once inside, Zhao Fan glanced around. His calm, indifferent gaze startled the onlookers who were still peeking in, sending them scurrying away, none daring to look back.

With the door closed, Mother Zhao’s curiosity overflowed. “Xiao Fan, what did you do just now? Why were those people so afraid of you?”

Zhao Fan smiled. “Nothing much, just scared them a bit. The Yang family only bullies the weak and fears the strong. The moment you stand up to them, they fall apart.”

Mother Zhao was skeptical. She set the little girl down and scrutinized Zhao Fan, tugging at him to make him turn around.

Zhao Fan complied, half-amused, half-exasperated. “Mom, I’m really fine.”

“How would you know? I’ll be the judge of that.”

After finally reassuring herself, Mother Zhao stepped back, her expression turning anxious.

“Xiao Fan, things can’t go on like this with the Yang family causing such trouble. What do you think we should do to put an end to it?”

“That’s simple. Cut all ties between the families.”

“You mean… divorce?” She lowered her voice, mindful of Zhao Yuner sitting nearby.

“It’s the only way.”

“But…” Mother Zhao turned to look at the little girl, her heart aching—she was only five, and already had to face her parents’ divorce. It was heartbreaking.

“Mom, I know you feel sorry for her, but the Yang family is so aggressive. Keeping things as they are won’t work. It’s better to cut the knot quickly and solve the problem once and for all. It’ll be better for everyone.”

“That’s easy to say, but what about the child? How can a child grow up without a mother?”

“That’s nonsense. Just because she doesn’t have a mother, does that mean she can’t be raised well? You know what kind of people we are. No way we’d let her suffer.”

She was just a five-year-old girl. Even if Zhao Haitian didn’t want to raise her, he, as her uncle, would never let their own family suffer.

Mother Zhao considered this and decided not to worry about it anymore.

“Well then, I’ll leave it to you and your brother to handle.”

Just then, the ward door was flung open, and Zhao Haitian and Father Zhao burst in.

“Is everything all right?” Father Zhao asked anxiously.

Mother Zhao waved him off. “Everything’s fine. Xiao Fan sent them packing.”

Zhao Haitian gritted his teeth. “I’m going to divorce Yang Qingqing right now—take nothing with me, and make a clean break between the two families!”

He didn’t wait for a reply, turning to leave at once.

Father Zhao was taken aback and hurriedly urged Zhao Fan, “Go after him, just in case your brother runs into the Yang family and gets the worst of it.”

“Okay, Dad, here—”

“I’ll stay here, it’s fine.”

“Alright.”

Zhao Fan caught up to Zhao Haitian and grabbed his arm.

“Wait, big brother.”

Zhao Haitian stopped. “What is it?”

“You’re just going to see Yang Qingqing like this?” Zhao Fan looked him over—dusty work clothes, face smudged with mud and grime.

“What do you expect me to do?” Zhao Haitian retorted, barely concealing his anger.

Zhao Fan almost laughed. “Come on, big brother. Look at yourself.”

He dragged him to the mirror outside the restroom so he could see for himself.

“How do you think you look?”

Zhao Haitian was at a loss for words. “I… I’ll go change.”

Yang Qingqing was good-looking and always well-dressed. If he went to divorce her looking like this, people would just say he was marrying above his station.

He didn’t want to give her the upper hand for no reason.

“Alright, come with me.”

Zhao Fan took Zhao Haitian to a nearby clothing street, went into a few shops, and bought him a suit and leather shoes. Then he took him to a barber to get a haircut and a wash.

When they came out, Zhao Haitian looked like a different person, exuding the air of a true professional.

Zhao Fan patted him on the shoulder. “Now go see Yang Qingqing and ask for a divorce. If she agrees, great. If not, don’t waste your breath—come back to me, and I’ll handle it.”

As long as Zhao Haitian was resolute, Zhao Fan would clear every obstacle for his brother.

“Alright.”

Two hours later, Zhao Haitian returned to Zhao Fan, crestfallen and dazed.

“Brother, how did you know she wouldn’t agree?”