A month later, a news broke out saying that the young president of the Feng Conglomerate was physically assaulted. Zhang Jiren had laughed hysterically as he watched the news from the comfort of his home.
"That's the first, Feng Tianhua. In the future, I'll make sure you'll be the best clown everyone would see." Zhang Jiren chuckled before sipping his alcoholic drink.
He took his phone and scrolled through the pictures that were taken of Feng Tianhua being beaten black and blue until his face was too swollen and he was limping in pain. It was easy for Zhang Jiren to arrange someone to attack Feng Tianhua, and they shouldn't be able to trace it back to him.
"Feng Tianhua, oh, Feng Tianhua. How stupid could you be to choose another woman over my sister? You didn't even suspect that she drugged my sister, sending him to another man's bed. But why would you care, right? My sister would never love a loser like you." He muttered to himself.
