Chapter 12: I Dislike Being Hit, But I Enjoy Hitting Others

“Big sister, you’ve finally come!”

Chu Siqi exclaimed happily, her face instantly lighting up with a joyful smile as she hurriedly ran over.

She threw herself into her sister Chu Mengyao’s warm embrace, a hint of grievance in her voice as she said, “Siqi, are you alright?”

Chu Mengyao asked gently, her eyes full of concern.

“I’m fine, big sister, but you really have to help me teach Zhang Feiyang a lesson.”

“He just insulted you, completely disregarding you,” Chu Siqi said indignantly as she lifted her head from her sister’s embrace.

“Zhang Feiyang, where do you think you’re going?”

Chu Mengyao’s gaze sharpened as she stared directly at Zhang Feiyang, who was attempting to sneak away.

“Sister-in-law, you’re here!”

Zhang Feiyang’s smile instantly froze; he never imagined Chu Mengyao would arrive so quickly. He stood there dumbfounded.

“I… I was just going to the restroom,” he stammered, eyes darting nervously, his entire body sweating as if a tiny drum was beating relentlessly inside him.

Gone was his earlier arrogance; he trembled uncontrollably.

He was doomed. After saying so much nonsense, he was surely finished now.

“To the restroom? Such a coincidence,” Chu Mengyao said as she sat down heavily on a bench, crossing her long legs with suspicion and disdain in her eyes.

“Going to find that little whip to punish me?”

Zhang Feiyang flinched violently—damn it, she had overheard that.

“Sister-in-law, I was just joking,” Zhang Feiyang’s voice trembled as he prayed to survive this.

“Zhang Feiyang, you’re becoming more and more unruly!”

Chu Mengyao’s brows furrowed deeply, her voice rising a notch.

“It seems your Zhang family really doesn’t take me seriously,” she said, crossing her arms, her imposing aura seeming to freeze the air around her.

“That’s absolutely not true, sister-in-law. I just lost my head for a moment—I never intended to disrespect you,” Zhang Feiyang hurried to explain. If this got back to his father and eldest brother, they would skin him alive. This must not escalate.

“Don’t take it seriously!”

He glared angrily at Zhao Qiang, thinking that if not for this man, he would never have said such things.

“Not take it seriously?”

Chu Mengyao snorted, propping her head on her thigh with one hand. “So you’re joking about me?”

Her tone was icy.

“No, sister-in-law, please listen… please listen,” Zhang Feiyang babbled, terrified. He knew Chu Mengyao’s methods well—if he angered her, there would be no good outcome for him.

“Who’s your sister-in-law?”

Chu Mengyao snorted coldly, causing the men around to shiver involuntarily.

“I’m not married into your family yet, so I’m not your sister-in-law.”

She continued, “Don’t call me that recklessly, or you might lose your tongue!”

At that moment, a burly man named Hu Biao stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Feiyang up like a chicken.

Hu Biao was said to be a former convict who, after serving his sentence, became a security guard before being promoted by Chu Mengyao.

He was fiercely tough, a one-man army who could take on ten men.

Zhang Feiyang had witnessed Hu Biao’s brutal methods—and Hu Biao only obeyed Chu Mengyao.

“I was wrong, I was wrong, Mengyao, I admit it. I won’t dare do it again,” Zhang Feiyang begged with tears, trembling like a frightened child.

His college student henchmen stood frozen, not daring to move or make a sound.

“Sis, Zhang Feiyang not only insulted you but stopped me and tried to molest me,” Chu Siqi added, taking advantage of her sister’s presence to exaggerate.

“That never happened! Siqi, don’t make things up. When did I ever molest you?” Zhang Feiyang was dumbfounded, not expecting Siqi’s lies to go so far.

He felt like dying, sweat streaming down his forehead.

“Yes, you were molesting me just now, touching me there!” Chu Siqi said with a sly smile.

“What?” Zhang Feiyang gasped, “I never did! Mengyao, she’s slandering me!”

“You beast! If you’ve done such a thing to my sister, and you don’t want your family to know, then kneel right now!” Chu Mengyao’s eyes flashed with anger as she shouted.

With a thud, Zhang Feiyang’s legs buckled when Hu Biao raised his fist like a sandbag, and he knelt straight down.

“You have two choices: apologize to my sister and slap yourself, admitting your fault,” Chu Mengyao said coldly.

“Or I can have someone beat you into a cripple and send you home. Your choice.”

Her voice was devoid of warmth, as if capable of freezing anyone.

Zhang Feiyang’s face turned pale, drowning in fear and indecision.

Zhao Qiang watched quietly from the side, silently admiring Chu Mengyao’s formidable presence.

Cold, domineering, and aloof.

Who could ever tame such a fiery woman?

Zhang Feiyang’s complexion shifted between pale and flushed. He knew he couldn’t escape this ordeal today.

After weighing his options, he gritted his teeth and began slapping himself.

Embarrassment didn’t matter; survival was everything.

“Siqi, I was wrong. I’m no better than a beast. I shouldn’t have offended you.”

Chu Siqi crossed her arms and snorted coldly. “That’s more like it, but your slaps are way too soft!”

Chu Mengyao watched Zhang Feiyang with icy eyes. “Keep going until my sister is satisfied!”

Zhang Feiyang had no choice but to hit himself harder. Soon, his face swelled and reddened.

“Enough, stop now,” Chu Mengyao called out. She didn’t want the Zhang family to have any excuses.

“Thank you, sister-in-law, thank you,” Zhang Feiyang gasped, relieved.

Chu Mengyao stood and approached him. “This is just a small lesson. If there’s a next time, it won’t be so simple.”

“Zhang Feiyang, go back and tell your eldest brother that I need to reconsider this marriage.”

“Based on your behavior today, I find it hard to believe your family’s upbringing,” her tone was icy.

“Sister-in-law, please, it’s all a misunderstanding!” Zhang Feiyang panicked. If this marriage fell through, he’d be in big trouble at home.

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