His Handkerchief
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
When everyone from the party had been proficiently handled, Jing Yiran was the only one who stood on his own feet, surrounded by Jing Yichen's bevy of men.
Ordinary methods didn't work for Jing Yiran at all. He had been punched by Jing Yichen many times since he was little and yet he was unaffected. He was like a cockroach who could be beaten down, but not for long. He would continue to wreck havoc without a care in the world, thanks to the efficient medical team at the Family Jing House.
However, Jing Yichen didn't bother to get into a physical scuffle with Yiran this time around. He had thought of something better. Something that would cause Jing Yiran so much pain that being beaten to death would seem like the easier option.
Jing Yiran feigned indifference. He smiled mockingly when he looked at Jing Yichen. He usually did this to provoke Jing Yichen even further.