Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches

Han ShuYi vaguely heard voices speaking nearby.

He tried to open his eyes, but everything remained pitch black.

His jaw throbbed, feeling like it had been dislocated. The pain jolted his memory, reminding him of what had happened before he lost consciousness.

He had encountered a man dressed in black, who had knocked him out with a single punch.

He hadn't been a match for him at all!

This left Han ShuYi feeling defeated. All the self-defense training he'd spent so much time on had proven utterly useless.

'If I get out of this alive, I swear I'll learn some more brutal moves!'

As he thought this, he heard the sound of a car coming to a halt.

After what seemed like ages, he was set down on a chair, and a bucket of cold water was dumped over him.

Someone pulled off his blindfold, and as daylight flooded his vision, Han ShuYi instinctively lowered his head, squinting against the brightness.

When he finally looked up, he locked eyes with the man before him.

Lee Tian stared at him, expressionless, though his eyes burned with anger.

"Han ShuYi, we meet again."

"Uncle, was all this really necessary just to bring me here?" Han ShuYi's tone was calm, showing no hint of panic.

"Uncle? Han ShuYi, I'm just a washed-up businessman---how could I deserve the title of 'Uncle' from you?" Lee Tian's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Didn't Zhou WenLi personally come to cancel our engagement? Didn't Han LiTian end our contract himself? At every turn, your Han family's been pushing me to the brink."

Han ShuYi's expression didn't change at Lee Tian's bitter words.

He simply stared at Lee Tian, then asked:

"Uncle, you must realize the consequences of this. Even if you've captured me, what's the endgame? Even if my dad gave you money, you'd still have to run. Do you think you can escape the reach of the Han family's influence?"

"Oh? Are you suggesting I should just silence you here and now?"

Lee Tian pulled out a knife, stepping close to Han ShuYi.

A glint of silver flashed before his eyes as the blade traced a shallow line along his cheek, a thin trail of blood seeping from the cut.

Han ShuYi met Lee Tian's gaze coldly, his face showing no fear.

He knew he couldn't show a trace of fear in front of Lee Tian. Otherwise, he'd be completely at his mercy.

Lee Tian, noticing Han ShuYi's steady expression, suddenly let out a laugh.

"Hahaha, ShuYi, I knew I wasn't wrong about you. You're far tougher than that useless Han HuMing. Not even a flicker of fear in this situation---you're born for big things."

Lee Tian returned the knife to his pocket, and Han ShuYi felt a small wave of relief.

But then, Lee Tian pulled out his phone and made a call.

The line connected quickly, and Lee Tian put it on speaker. A voice came through clearly.

"Lee Tian, why are you calling me?!"

Han ShuYi's eyes narrowed, his expression turning serious.

The voice on the other end belonged to none other than his mother, Zhou WenLi.

Her tone was full of irritation as if she found Lee Tian's call an unwelcome nuisance.

Lee Tian chuckled, his tone mocking. "Zhou WenLi, don't you want to hear who's here with me?"

He glanced at Han ShuYi, eyes glinting with menace. Han ShuYi knows Lee Tian intended to use him as leverage against his mother---no need to suffer any more than he had to.

"Mom, it's me."

Zhou WenLi was silent for a moment before her scornful voice turned frantic.

"ShuYi?! What are you doing there?"

"Your son, of course, was taken by me. Since your Han family is so heartless, I'll drag you all down with me if I have to." Lee Tian's smile was hideous as if Zhou WenLi were standing before him.

Back at home, Zhou WenLi, who had been lounging on the sofa watching TV, collapsed in shock.

She really hadn't expected Han LiTian's warning to come true.

Lee Tian had actually gone after her child. She'd arranged plenty of protection for ShuYi before he went out today, but it had clearly not been enough.

Her heart pounded furiously as if it might burst any second, and her hand trembled as she gripped the phone. With a voice on pins and needles, she exclaimed:

"Lee Tian, whatever you want, I'll give it to you. Just let my son go! We can discuss any terms you need!"

She reached for her other phone, intending to contact Han LiTian. But, as if he'd anticipated her move, Lee Tian's voice cut in sharply.

"Zhou WenLi, only you can know about this. If Han LiTian finds out, I'll kill him on the spot. You remember how the Su family's child died, don't you?"

His words unleashed a deep-rooted fear within Zhou WenLi.

She remembered exactly what had happened to the Su family's eldest daughter. After the kidnapper took her, the Su family had alerted the authorities. In retaliation, the kidnapper had torn her apart, leaving pieces of her at the Su family's doorstep.

Zhou WenLi had been there, comforting the girl's mother, and she hadn't expected to witness such a horrifying sight. The girl's mother had fainted from the shock, and Zhou WenLi herself couldn't eat for days afterward; it had taken a visit to a psychologist before she began to recover.

She couldn't bear to imagine ShuYi in pieces like that.

With no choice, she complied with Lee Tian's demands.

"Fine, whatever you say, I'll do it as long as you let my son go!"

"Wait for my call."

The line went dead abruptly. Zhou WenLi paused, then called out a few times into the silent phone.

Confirming he'd really hung up, she finally lowered the phone.

She covered her face with her hands, her expression twisted in pain.

At that moment, HuMing walked in, seeing Zhou WenLi like this, he had an inkling of what was going on.

He asked, "Mom, why do you look so distressed? Did something happen?"

Startled by HuMing's voice, Zhou WenLi quickly forced a strained smile.

"No, nothing's wrong."

"Your eyes are swollen from crying, and it's nothing?" HuMing frowned, genuinely worried.

Seeing him, Zhou WenLi's heart ached. She thought of how she'd been treating him recently.

'HuMing does still care about me.'

"Really, it's nothing. I just cried a bit watching a drama. Go rest in your room."

"Alright, just don't watch too long---it's bad for your eyes."

HuMing nodded and turned to head back to his room.

Zhou WenLi hung her head, her eyes dull and lifeless.