Chapter 7 Just the Right Amount of Strenght (1)

There were many beautiful women in Changqing City who had fallen victim to Zhao Jing's cruelty, leaving a deep psychological scar on their husbands.

Zhao Jing had brought up the Chen Zhou incident multiple times—perhaps because he was eager to indulge in his twisted desires again.

Han Wan'er felt a sense of helplessness. She was about to become his legal wife, yet he still obsessed over such things.

As she thought about it, Han Wan'er couldn't help but rub her forehead. This was the man she was going to marry… The future didn't seem as bright as she had once imagined.

In hindsight, Chen Zhou wasn't so useless after all. He was young, handsome, and possessed special talents. What a pity…

Realizing where her thoughts were drifting, Han Wan'er quickly shook her head and dismissed them.

"He's already dead—what's the point of thinking about such nonsense?"

She steeled herself with another thought:

"I shouldn't let such foolish sentiments cloud my judgment. Chen Zhou was nothing more than a fool and a commoner. He was never worthy of my status. Besides, he was merely a tool to cure my illness—always meant to be discarded after use."

"But Zhao Jing is completely different. He is the son of the county magistrate, and he has already reached the seventh level of the First Realm. He is a true martial arts genius!"

With this reassurance, Han Wan'er felt inexplicably at ease.

Zhao Jing, oblivious to Han Wan'er's inner turmoil, wrapped his arm around her waist and said, "By the way, Wan'er, in a month, your husband will be going to Guanghan Palace to study."

Han Wan'er's heart skipped a beat. "Is that true?"

Changqing County was just a small, insignificant region within the vast territory of Yan State. Above it was a much larger governing state.

The state overseeing Changqing County was called "Guanghan State," which ruled over 25 counties. At its center was Guanghan Palace—the residence of the state lord.

"Of course, it's true," Zhao Jing said with a smug smile. "The Palace Master of Guanghan Palace himself has taken an interest in my martial arts talent and wants to accept me as his disciple."

Han Wan'er clapped her hands in delight. "That's amazing!"

Indeed, the Han family's decision had been the right one. Having a connection to Guanghan Palace meant that the man before her had a boundless future!

Seeing Han Wan'er's excitement, Zhao Jing continued, "Guanghan Palace must have strict rules.

Once I'm there, I doubt I'll have much time to rest.

So, this month, I need to indulge myself as much as possible.

And Wan'er, you are the only one who can truly satisfy me.

Ordinary women don't interest me, so I hope you, as my wife, will understand and support me..."

The smile on Han Wan'er's face froze.

What could she say? This man had a bright future, and her family had placed their hopes on him. She had no choice but to force a nod in agreement.

All she could do was sigh internally, knowing that for the next month, the beautiful women of Changqing City would once again suffer under Zhao Jing's cruel desires.

At that moment, loud knocks sounded at the door, followed by the maid's anxious voice.

"Master! Miss! Something terrible has happened!"

Han Wan'er immediately straightened up. "What's wrong?"

"The idiot—he's still alive!" the maid blurted out in panic as she pushed open the door.

In the Han Mansion, there was only one person who was referred to as "the idiot."

"Chen Zhou?" Han Wan'er frowned. That fool was still alive?

Hadn't she already ordered Shen Mao to get rid of him? Did he take the money and fail to do the job?

However, now that she knew Zhao Jing had secured a place in Guanghan Palace, she no longer cared about Chen Zhou. She casually waved her hand.

"If he's still alive, just send someone to kill him. It's a simple matter."

"Wait!" Zhao Jing's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Don't kill him yet. If possible, bring that idiot here—I want to have some fun with him."

Han Wan'er frowned. She knew exactly what Zhao Jing meant. Just as she was about to object, the maid interrupted, her face turning pale with fear.

"Master! Miss! It's worse than that—Chen Zhou… he's here to kill us!"

...

Ten minutes earlier, the figure of the young man in blue shirt was walking quickly in the bustling crowd.

As he approached the Han Mansion, more and more people recognized him. They recalled how, just the previous day, he had been carried away like a beaten dog.

Whispers spread among the onlookers—some surprised, some mocking, some pitying.

In a nearby shop, a group of women sat together, watching him and whispering among themselves.

"Hey, isn't that the Han family's son-in-law?"

"It's him! That face is hard to forget. Didn't they say he was beaten and thrown out?"

"I heard it was because he had an affair with a maid and stole money… Who knows if it's true?"

"Would the Han family lie? That shameless bastard actually dares to show his face here again!" a beautiful woman sneered.

...

Click.

Chen Zhou, who had been walking calmly, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Then, he turned and walked straight toward the gossiping women.

A man with nothing to lose cannot tolerate resentment—let alone slander spoken so openly.

You could talk behind someone's back, but why be so cruel to their face?

"Hey, hey, hey…"

One of the women suddenly felt uneasy. "He's coming over!"

"What's there to be afraid of?" the beautiful woman scoffed. "He's just a disgraced fool. Does he really think the Han family will back him up?"

With a smirk, she called out sweetly, "Husband, someone is being mean to me!"

A burly, bald man stepped out from the shop, his expression fierce. "Who dares to mess with my wife?"

The beautiful woman smirked, confident in her husband's strength. He was a martial artist and a core member of the Black Tiger Martial Arts School, having reached the Fifth Level of the First Realm.

If this fool dared to cause trouble, her man would surely beat him into the ground!

She looked at Chen Zhou expectantly, eager to see him cower in fear.

But to her disappointment, Chen Zhou's expression remained unchanged. He kept walking forward without hesitation.

"Boy, are you looking for trouble?" the bald warrior barked.

Chen Zhou didn't respond. Like a flash of lightning, his right hand landed on the warrior's shoulder.

With a simple push, the burly man was sent flying several meters away like a helpless ragdoll. He tumbled to the ground, stunned.

"H-how is this possible?!"

The warrior gasped in disbelief. How could he—a trained fighter—be overpowered so easily?

Before he could comprehend what had happened, his wife suddenly found herself face-to-face with Chen Zhou.

Then—SLAP!

A crisp sound echoed as the beautiful woman was sent crashing to the ground.

Her once delicate face was now swollen beyond recognition.

"Ahhh!"

The other women screamed and scattered in terror.

Ignoring them, Chen Zhou crouched beside the fallen woman and whispered into her ear:

"Do you know why I hit you? If you're going to badmouth someone, at least do it behind their back.

But if you run your mouth where others can hear, don't blame them for teaching you a lesson.

Don't you agree?"

Tears streamed down the woman's pig-like face as she sobbed.

She was dizzy but still conscious—just enough to understand every word of Chen Zhou's chilling lesson.

His slap had been perfectly measured—not enough to cause lasting harm, but more than enough to humiliate her.