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At two in the morning, Yunxi Bay was immersed in the thick darkness of night.

Su Hao pushed open the villa door with extremely gentle movements.

Li Qiuchan and Song Xiaoxiao were clearly fast asleep.

He didn't turn on the light, changed into slippers in the dark, and went into his bathroom.

Hot water poured down from the showerhead, washing away the night wind and the smell of blood.

Su Hao closed his eyes, water droplets sliding down his jawline from his fingertips, but the scene of the abandoned clothing factory kept flashing through his mind.

With three masters descending the mountain at the same time, foreign forces are stirring, corruption is rampant within the Martial Arts Department, and now a mysterious Celestial Master-level opponent has appeared...

It seems that peaceful days won't last much longer.

Su Hao turned off the shower, grabbed a towel to dry himself, and lay down on the bed. By then, the sky outside the window was already faintly turning a pale white.

The True Dragon Technique circulated a small cycle on its own, and most of the fatigue dissipated.

He closed his eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep.

……

"Song Xiaoxiao! Are you coming with me or not?!"

"I'm not going back! Let me go!"

Early in the morning, sharp arguing pierced through the door and suddenly pounded into my ears.

Su Hao woke up instantly, his pupils still showing a hint of sleepiness when he opened his eyes, but his body had already reacted first.

He threw off the covers, didn't even put on slippers, and rushed out of the room barefoot, wearing only a pair of loose shorts, revealing his muscular upper body without any cover.

The living room was a complete mess.

Song Xiaoxiao's eyes were red, her wrist was tightly gripped by a middle-aged man in a suit, and her body was pulled forward. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she bit her lip and refused to let them fall.

Li Qiuchan stood to the side, her face anxious. She reached out to stop him but hesitated, her brows furrowed.

The man had his back to Su Hao, and he exerted considerable force, his knuckles turning white, while he continued to berate him harshly: "I'm your father! You don't listen to me anymore? You think you're all grown up now?"

Su Hao's temper flared up instantly.

Without saying a word, he strode forward and kicked the man in the back.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The middle-aged man didn't have time to react. He was hit head-on by a speeding truck, staggered forward, knocked over a celadon vase in the entryway, rolled twice on the floor, and finally came to a stop after crashing heavily into the corner of the wall.

He clutched his chest, his face flushed red, and coughed violently, unable to get up for a long time.

The living room became quiet.

Su Hao frowned and said, "Coming to my villa this early in the morning to beat up my people, do you have a death wish?"

"Su Hao!" Song Xiaoxiao finally came to her senses and rushed forward to grab his arm, her voice filled with panic.

"That's my dad! Song Zhongji!"

"..."

Su Hao's Demon-Suppressing Treasure Reserved.

He turned to look at the middle-aged man in the corner who was struggling to get up against the wall. The man did indeed resemble Song Xiaoxiao in some ways, but he had a more shrewd and arrogant look in his eyes.

He scratched his head, walked over, reached out and helped the man up, his tone fairly sincere: "Uncle, I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you."

Song Zhongji had just caught his breath, his chest still aching, and he almost fainted again upon hearing these words.

He shook off Su Hao's hand, clutching his chest and glaring angrily: "You're Su Hao?!"

"It's me." Su Hao nodded, adding in a flat tone.

"But Uncle, even if I knew it was you beforehand, I would still kick you if I saw you make Xiaoxiao cry."

"You!" Song Zhongji was so angry that he trembled all over and pointed at his nose, shouting sternly.

"It's my right to discipline my own daughter! What right do you, an outsider, have to interfere in the Song family's affairs?"

"It's not a family matter." Su Hao took half a step forward, subtly shielding Song Xiaoxiao behind him, and looked up at Song Zhongji, his tone calm but carrying an undeniable force.

"Song Xiaoxiao is mine, and no one, not even her own father, can bully her."

"Your people?"

A sharp, sarcastic female voice came from the doorway.

Song Xiaoxiao's stepmother, Yu Wenqian, walked in wearing high heels. Her mink coat made her look radiant with jewelry, and the gold necklace around her neck was so dazzling that it made people dizzy.

She sized Su Hao up and down, her eyes filled with contempt and disdain, and sneered, "Who do you think you are? It's none of your business how our little one behaves. Besides, it's a one-man-one-woman system now. You already have Li Qiuchan by your side, and you still want to monopolize our little one? You've got quite the appetite!"

Su Hao glanced at her, then turned to look at Song Zhongji, and suddenly smiled, his tone somewhat amused: "It's really ironic to hear you say that."

Yu Wenqian's face darkened: "What do you mean?"

Song Zhongji frowned, forcing himself to speak firmly, and shouted, "Boy, explain yourself clearly! Stop making veiled accusations! I, Song Zhongji, am upright and honest; it's not for a junior like you to judge me!"

"Do you act uprightly and sit properly?" Su Hao raised an eyebrow, took two steps forward, and looked at Song Zhongji's face before speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Uncle Song, I happen to know a little about medicine and can tell something from a person's complexion. Your kidney energy is severely depleted, your yin and yang are imbalanced, and you have had intimate contact with at least three different women in the past seven days."

Song Zhongji's face turned deathly pale, and his forehead was covered in a thick layer of cold sweat.

What Su Hao said was absolutely correct.

He had indeed been juggling three women these past few days, thinking he had kept it well hidden, and that even Yu Wenqian hadn't noticed. How could this young man have seen through him at a glance?

"You...you're talking nonsense!" Song Zhongji shouted, his voice trembling, though he himself lacked confidence.

"Whether I'm talking nonsense or not, you know in your heart," Su Hao said calmly, arms crossed.

"How about this: you swear a solemn oath that you haven't touched a woman other than the one beside you in the last seven days, and if you lie, may you be struck by lightning and have no descendants. Do you dare?"

"I..." Song Zhongji's lips trembled, and he took half a step back, his eyes darting away.

"On what grounds should I make such a vow? It's utterly absurd!"

His repeated excuses said it all.

Song Xiaoxiao stared blankly at her father, the father who had always portrayed her as an upright and family-oriented man since childhood, who was actually keeping other women outside, and more than one at that?

The tears in her eyes finally rolled down and landed on the back of her hand, which felt cold.

"Dad...is what Su Hao said true?"

Song Zhongji avoided his daughter's gaze.

Silence is consent.

"Song Zhongji!"

Yu Wenqian's scream suddenly exploded.

She raised her hand and slapped Song Zhongji hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of the slap echoed loudly in the empty living room.

"You bastard!" Yu Wenqian's voice was so sharp it almost pierced eardrums.

"I married you, you divorced old bastard, raised a daughter who isn't even my own, managed your business, and supported you, and you actually kept three women on the side?! Divorce! Divorce right now! Half of the assets are mine, let's see how you feed those vixens!"

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked out.

"Wenqian! Wenqian, let me explain!" Song Zhongji panicked, ignoring the pain in his chest, and hurriedly chased after her.

"It's not what you think! Those women were the ones who seduced me! You're the only one in my heart!"

"Get out! Don't touch me!"

"Wenqian! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please give me another chance!"

The sounds of their argument gradually faded away, eventually disappearing outside the villa gate.

The living room fell silent again.

Song Xiaoxiao slumped onto the sofa, covering her face with her hands, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Over the years, although her relationship with her stepmother was not good, she always felt that her father was a responsible man.

But today, Su Hao's words completely overturned the mountain in her heart called her father.

"Xiaoxiao, don't think too much." Li Qiuchan sat down next to her, gently put her arm around her shoulder, and silently patted her back to comfort her.

Su Hao stood aside, watching the little girl cry so sadly, and felt a little bad himself.

He never regretted exposing Song Zhongji's true colors.

Lies will be exposed sooner or later; it's always better to know sooner than later!