Inside the study, Zhang Tengfei watched the late-night news on a massive flat-screen television that looked strangely out of place among the antique furnishings. Yang Jiahui served him a cup of hot Longjing tea.
His assistant, Cao Guang, stood nearby, phone pressed to his ear, patiently appeasing the clan elders.
They were furious.
Young Miss Xiulan had once again caused a scandal, beating people up like a street thug in front of thousands. Completely unladylike.
Worse still, she had filed lawsuits against the girls she beat, drawing massive attention. Her face and name were splashed across every news outlet.
Shameful, they said.
While Cao Guang fielded the complaints, Zhang Tengfei and Yang Jiahui watched footage of Xiulan dodging the masked attackers. Dressed in a sharp white suit, she looked dazzling. Her movements were fluid and precise.
When she began fighting back, Yang Jiahui gasped. "Was Xiulan always this strong?" she asked. "How did she learn to fight like that?"
