Chapter 79: Which Hand Did You Hit Her With?


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    “I’m going to see Enen,” Lin Anxin said, her face full of urgency as she hurried after.


    The corridor was left with only Su Chengyan and Chi Ya.


    Su Chengyan had finally recovered from his initial shock. His hands clenched tightly into fists at his sides, veins bulging on the back of his hands. A touch of ruthlessness tinged his usually mncholic and clear-cut face! He lifted his leg and walked toward the private room…


    “Brother Chengyan, what are you going to do?” Chi Ya quickly grabbed him.


    Su Chengyan’s face was cold as he said harshly, “Let go.”


    Because of the rtionship between both families’ elders, Su Chengyan had always taken extra care of her, as tender as a big brother. This was the first time he spoke to her in such a tone. Chi Ya’s heart clenched, and she subconsciously released her grip.


    By the time she realized it, Su Chengyan had already entered the private room.


    Inside the private room, Wang Feng was just helped up from the ground by his band of toadies, holding his stomach and his forehead covered in cold sweat from the pain.


    Groaning, he cursed, “You bunch of wasters, just watching me get hit!”


    Those being cursed didn’t dare cross him at that moment; they could only pretend they hadn’t heard.


    Wang Feng had never suffered such a big loss. He kept cursing, “That bastard dared to hit me, just you wait. As soon as I tell my dad, he’s dead!”


    He still didn’t know that he’d messed with someone he shouldn’t have. He was calcting in his mind how to make Li Beijue beg for mercy once he found him.


    As he was indulging in his future fantasies, the light in front of him suddenly dimmed. The people supporting him stopped…


    “What’s wrong now?” Wang Feng looked up in irritation, then paused, “Su Chengyan?”


    The Su and Wang families were both prestigious in Rainy City; their rtionship wasn’t close, but it wasn’t distant either, asionally having meals together.


    So they were on fairly good terms.


    “When did youe back to the country?” His whole body was in pain, and he wasn’t in the mood for small talk, quickly adding, “Brother isn’t feeling well today; let’s go out for drinks another time.”


    “Which hand did you hit her with?” His voice was cold, ruthless!


    Wang Feng frowned and said impatiently, “What do you mean ‘which hand’? Are you crazy?”


    “Can’t remember? Let me help you think.”


    With that, he grabbed Wang Feng’s hand and pressed him against the wall.


    “Su Chengyan, what the fuck are you doing? Let go of me!” Wang Feng, who had never suffered such humiliation, shouted furiously.


    There was a loud ‘bang—’ and his head had already been mmed hard against the wall!


    Su Chengyan, with a face more beautiful than a woman’s, was full of severity. His pupils were cold as he emotionlessly grasped Wang Feng’s neck, calmly asking, “Remember now?”


    “Your mother!” Wang Feng, disoriented from the blow, issued an enraged threat, “Let go of me! You dare treat me like this, aren’t you afraid my dad will destroy your Su Group?”


    No sooner had his words ended than another dull thud resounded, and his head was smashed against the wall again.


    This time, Wang Feng’s head was split open, and blood gushed out!


    “Remember yet, which hand?”


    “Su Chengyan, don’t forget, the Su family still relies on my dad. You can’t do this to me; what would your parents think? You…” Wang Feng was nothing more than a rich yboy, all bluster until he met someone who truly scared him, then he’d be the first to break down.


    Su Chengyan, as if he hadn’t heard the threats, lifted up Wang Feng’s cor, ready to strike again.


    Wang Feng screeched out in terror, “Left hand! Left hand!”


    “Good.”