In the hotel room number 1201, Jing Yichen had just carried Shangguan Ning in when he heard his beloved wife mumble in his arms. "What is the pig-head doing here?"
Jing Yiran's face blackened hearing the word "pig-head".
His crisp red plaid shirt had become messy. Blood splatter was all over the shirt whilst his charming handsome face was covered with bruises, bloated like a dim-sum. His amorous eyes had lost their enchantment whilst blood kept dripping out of his nose.
This Second Master of Family Jing, who was so powerful and influential in A City, was being held down to the ground in a horrible way by two men.
It had been Jing Yichen who had made this happen.
He had been so furious that he spent too much time beating his brother up else he would have come to Shangguan Ning's rescue in the banquet hall much earlier.
Jing Yiran, on the other hand, had been beaten up by Jing Yichen too many times for him to even care about his wounds.
