Daily Intelligence: Forced to Save the Beautiful President at the Beginning

100: Chapter 100 You dare to go against Young Master Pei? You’re asking for trouble!Song Zhiwei spread her arms, blocking the entrance to the villa. Her white skirt fluttered in the evening breeze, but it didn’t affect the determination in her voice at all: ”I said, this is my family’s villa. Without my permission, no one is allowed to enter.”

These words were like a pebble thrown into boiling water, and the students outside the door instantly erupted—

”What’s going on? Isn’t this villa Young Master Pei’s? How did it become Song Zhiwei’s?”

”Is she crazy? Young Master Pei already brought us to the door, and she’s still here pretending to be a young lady?”

”Wait, that’s not right. Just now, Young Master Pei couldn’t even open the fingerprint lock, but Song Zhiwei could get Nanny Wang to open the door... Could there really be a problem?”

The buzzing of the discussion drifted into Pei Yunxiao’s ears. He looked at the people who had been surrounding him with compliments, but now their eyes were full of doubt. Panic surged in his heart like a tide.

He knew that Song Zhiwei was going to flip the table completely and strip away his ”fake young master” facade!

Rage instantly clouded his reason. He took a step forward, pointed at Song Zhiwei’s nose, and his voice trembled: ”Song Zhiwei! What exactly do you want? Don’t be ungrateful! If you provoke me, you won’t have a good ending either!”

Song Zhiwei didn’t even lift an eyelid; she just tilted her head to look at Zhang Fan beside her.

The man stepped forward half a pace at the right time, his tall figure blocking her like a solid shield.

Feeling the steady aura emanating from Zhang Fan, the ripples in Song Zhiwei’s heart caused by everyone’s doubts instantly calmed down.

As long as he was there, she wasn’t afraid of any farce.

”Young Master Pei has already said so, what are you still pretending for, Song Zhiwei?” Li Na was the first to jump out, arms crossed, her tone full of mockery. ”This entire manor belongs to Young Master Pei. How could the villa be yours? You didn’t even bother to come up with a better lie. Do you really take us for fools?”

Wang Ting also chimed in, her eyes full of disdain: ”Exactly! I’ve seen thick-skinned people, but never someone as thick-skinned as you! You’re clearly a servant of Young Master Pei’s family, yet you dare to block the master outside the door. You’ve probably forgotten your place!”

Zhao Ya was even more exaggerated, intentionally shouting to the people around: ”Everyone, don’t believe her! She’s just jealous that Young Master Pei brought us to the banquet and is intentionally causing trouble here! Young Master Pei is usually so good to her, yet she’s still not satisfied. What an ungrateful wolf!”

These three were like three loyal dogs. Even if they had doubted Pei Yunxiao before, at this moment, for the sake of social climbing, they stood by him without hesitation.

Watching them defend him one after another, a smug smile finally appeared on Pei Yunxiao’s tense face, and his confidence grew: ”Song Zhiwei, do you see? Everyone knows who the real master here is! If you continue to be unreasonable, you’ll only make everyone loathe you. Move aside now!”

Seeing this, Ruan Shu went straight to Song Zhiwei and raised her hand to push her, her tone sharp and mean: ”You, a servant’s daughter, dare to block Young Master Pei’s path? I think you’re looking for death!”

Song Zhiwei stepped aside to avoid her hand, her eyes full of helplessness—you really can’t wake people who are pretending to be asleep.

She sneered: ”You’re all so eager to leech off my villa; do you like being someone’s lackey that much? Or did you already know Pei Yunxiao is a fraud and just couldn’t bear to miss out on a free meal?”

These words hit a nerve for many. The volume of the discussion grew louder, and some even began to question in low voices: ”Yeah, if Young Master Pei is really rich, why couldn’t he even open the fingerprint lock?”

”If Song Zhiwei were really a servant, why would Nanny Wang be afraid of her?”

Pei Yunxiao’s face turned pale and then flushed with anger. He knew that if this continued, his identity would eventually be exposed!

He grit his teeth, with only one thought in mind: push Song Zhiwei aside first and let everyone in. Once they were inside the villa, no matter what Song Zhiwei said, everyone would think she was just throwing a tantrum!

He suddenly reached out and pushed toward Song Zhiwei’s shoulder with enough force to knock her to the ground: ”Get out of the way!”

”Get lost!” Zhang Fan was quick. He grabbed Pei Yunxiao’s wrist and squeezed his knuckles hard, making Pei Yunxiao cry out in pain.

Zhang Fan’s eyes were as cold as ice, his voice filled with pressure: ”Don’t you dare touch her.”

Pei Yunxiao’s wrist went numb from the grip. He tried to struggle but couldn’t break free at all, so he could only shout with a flushed face: ”None of your damn business! This is my family’s matter. You, a little white face, stay out of it!”

”little white face?” A figure suddenly rushed out of the crowd—it was Yellow Hair.

He had previously ordered 620,000 yuan worth of red wine and felt he owed Pei Yunxiao a favor. Seeing his ”master” being bullied, he immediately got fired up and kicked toward the small of Zhang Fan’s back: ”How dare you lay a hand on Young Master Pei! You’re dead!”

Yellow Hair was an uneducated hothead who loved fighting at school. He had no idea of Zhang Fan’s identity. If he knew Zhang Fan owned his own tech company and was worth over a hundred million, he wouldn’t have dared to lift a finger even if he were given ten times the courage.

This kick was fast and fierce, carrying the brute force of a street thug, and it landed squarely on the side of Zhang Fan’s waist.

”Ugh!” Zhang Fan let out a muffled groan. He felt as if his lower back had been struck by a sledgehammer. Intense pain instantly spread through his body, and his grip loosened. Pei Yunxiao took the opportunity to break free, while Zhang Fan couldn’t help but stumble forward a few steps and fall heavily onto the stone path with a ”thud.”

Cold sweat instantly soaked through Zhang Fan’s shirt. He curled up, his hands clutching his lower back tightly. The pain made his vision go dark, and tears and snot flowed uncontrollably.

This was the most severe injury he had sustained since he could remember, ten times worse than the time he and Gu Jingshen fought people at the night market during university!

Last time, with Gu Jingshen protecting him, they had the upper hand. But this time, he was blindsided by a sneak attack, and the excruciating pain left him without even the strength to speak.

In his blurred consciousness, Zhang Fan belatedly remembered that before following Song Zhiwei to the manor that evening, a line of red warning had popped up from the system on his phone—

[Warning! Tonight at 18:00, Song Zhiwei will be insulted at the Song Family Manor. Please be prepared.]

At that time, he had scoffed at the system for making a fuss over nothing. Song Zhiwei was in her own home, and Butler Wang’s people were nearby; how could anything happen? Even if there were trouble, it wouldn’t be his turn as an ”outsider” to block it.

But now, the sharp pain in his lower back told him clearly: he was wrong.

Song Zhiwei was fine; she hadn’t been touched by Pei Yunxiao, nor was she affected by Yellow Hair’s brute force. Instead, he, who wanted to ”protect her in passing,” had taken the kick full-on. The pain was so intense that even moving a finger felt like it was tearing his internal organs apart.

”Zhang Fan!” Song Zhiwei cried out. She immediately knelt down and carefully tried to support him, but Zhang Fan held her hand back. He was afraid his strength would be too much and hurt her.

Looking at his pale face and the cold sweat rolling down his forehead, Song Zhiwei’s heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by a hand. Rage instantly overrode all her composure.

The people around were completely stunned—

Li Na, Wang Ting, and Zhao Ya froze in place. Looking at the fallen Zhang Fan, their eyes were full of panic. They only wanted to cling to Pei Yunxiao; they never thought it would lead to someone getting hurt.

The two young teachers were so scared they quickly pulled out their phones, instinctively wanting to call the police, but they were afraid of offending Pei Yunxiao. Their fingers hovered over the screens, not daring to press.

The other students retreated several steps, their eyes filled with fear. No one dared to gossip anymore.

Pei Yunxiao was also stunned. He only wanted to push Song Zhiwei aside; he hadn’t intended for Yellow Hair to hurt anyone!

Seeing Zhang Fan curled up in pain, a surge of panic rose in his heart: if something really happened to Zhang Fan, he wouldn’t be able to cover it up even with ten fake identities!

Yellow Hair hadn’t realized he had caused trouble yet. He stood to the side with his hands on his hips, cursing at Zhang Fan on the ground: ”You must be tired of living to oppose Young Master Pei! If you dare to meddle again next time, I’ll break your legs!”