Chapter 39: As You Wish

Wei Hailiang paid no mind to Liang Xianrong's expression, clutching his face and fuming, "That's right, brother-in-law! This guy doesn't respect our Purple Aura Manor, nor does he respect you. He must be taught a good lesson!"

No sooner had he spoken than Liang Xianrong erupted in fury.

"You two blind fools!"

"Feng Hai, start by giving this wretch a good beating!" Liang Xianrong pointed at Zhang Yan.

Feng Hai lunged forward, grabbing Zhang Yan by the collar, ready to slap her across the face.

Zhang Yan, terrified, cried out, "Mr. Liang, why are you hitting me for no reason? I haven't done anything wrong!"

"Still have the nerve to talk back? Feng Hai, do it!" Liang Xianrong shouted angrily.

Feng Hai raised his broad hand.

"Wait," came the voice of Ye Tianci, stopping Feng Hai.

"Master Ye, what is this about?" Liang Xianrong bent slightly at the waist, looking at Ye Tianci in confusion.

Ye Tianci said calmly, "Mr. Liang, you can’t just strike someone without reason. Even if you are going to do it, there must be some justification."

Liang Xianrong nodded respectfully, "Yes, yes, Master Ye, you’re absolutely right. What do you suggest?"

Ye Tianci turned to Wei Hailiang, "I slapped her once, and you initially demanded five hundred thousand from me. So your idea is five hundred thousand per slap, correct?"

Wei Hailiang’s eyes flickered, and he dared not respond. He had realized by now that his brother-in-law showed such respect to Ye Tianci for a reason. It was likely even Liang Xianrong dared not offend Master Ye.

"If you won’t speak, I’ll take that as your agreement."

"So if it’s five hundred thousand per slap, then fifty million buys a hundred slaps. I slapped her once, so if I compensate fifty million, she actually owes me ninety-nine slaps. Am I right?"

Ye Tianci looked at Wei Hailiang with indifferent eyes.

Wei Hailiang counted on his fingers, then nodded mechanically.

"Good. I’m a man of my word. You wanted fifty million, and fifty million it shall be, exactly as you wished."

Ye Tianci turned to Liang Xianrong, "Patriarch Liang, may I borrow fifty million to pay your brother-in-law? I promised him."

Looking at Ye Tianci’s calm demeanor and harmless expression, Liang Xianrong knew that the more peaceful Ye Tianci appeared, the more formidable the power hidden beneath.

He didn’t hesitate. "Feng Hai, transfer fifty million to Wei Hailiang’s account!"

As he glanced between Ye Tianci and Liang Xianrong, the realization dawned on Wei Hailiang, and fear gripped him. He dropped to his knees with a thud, trembling as he pleaded, "Brother-in-law, Master Ye, I... I don’t want the money!"

He dared not take it.

Ye Tianci’s lips curled in a slight smile, "Mr. Wei, how can you refuse? That won’t do."

Feng Hai moved swiftly, completing the transfer in moments. "The fifty million has been transferred!"

Liang Xianrong looked to Ye Tianci, "Master Ye, the money has been given."

Ye Tianci nodded with a smile, "Now that the fifty million has been paid, shouldn’t Zhang Yan return those ninety-nine slaps she owes me?"

"If I lay hands on her now, no one can say a word in protest, can they?"

Liang Xianrong’s eyes sparkled as he suddenly understood, marveling inwardly at Ye Tianci’s cunning. What a ruthless move—cutting to the heart!

"Feng Hai, slap her ninety-nine times!" Liang Xianrong ordered.

"Feng Hai shouldn’t do it," Ye Tianci interjected.

He looked at Wei Hailiang, his lips curling with a touch of irony, "Mr. Wei, you are Zhang Yan’s proud supporter. I think you should deliver those ninety-nine slaps yourself."

"What?" Wei Hailiang stared in shock, frozen in place.

It was only then that he realized Ye Tianci’s true intention in insisting on paying fifty million.

"What’s with the surprise? Master Ye told you to do it, so do it!"

"If you dare disobey, I’ll break your legs!" Liang Xianrong barked.

Wei Hailiang’s mouth went dry as he turned to Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan, too, understood—she’d offended someone she never should have. Her face blanched, her legs gave way, and she dropped to her knees.

"Mr. Wei, Mr. Liang, I... I know I was wrong!"

"Please, don’t hit me, spare me!"

Zhang Yan knelt, begging for mercy.

Wei Hailiang hesitated, unwilling to strike her, for she was his kept mistress. But seeing Liang Xianrong’s expression, he knew there was no escape. He steeled himself, seized Zhang Yan’s collar, and landed a resounding slap on her face!

Smack!

Smack! Smack!

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The sound of slaps echoed through the hall of Purple Aura Manor, rhythmic like a drumbeat.

Zhang Yan tried to flee, but couldn’t break free, left kneeling and wailing incessantly.

Her pleas were futile; Wei Hailiang’s hand never paused for a moment, raining down on her face like a storm.

People gathered around, standing on tiptoe, craning their necks, faces alight with excitement as they watched.

"Stop! I know I was wrong!"

"Wuuu..."

"It hurts so much, please, please stop... ah!"

Zhang Yan cried and wailed.

Wei Hailiang delivered fifty slaps in a row before he couldn’t continue. His mistress, Zhang Yan, collapsed on the floor, her face swollen like a pig’s head.

Her freshly sculpted nose bridge had collapsed, the bone broken and blood pouring out. Her false eyelashes were knocked off, the corners of her eyes split open, most of her teeth knocked loose, her mouth gaping and bleeding profusely. Her once beautiful hair was a tangled nest.

Her face was mottled with bruises, hair disheveled, a picture of utter misery.

"I can’t take it anymore... please, stop hitting me, wuuu!" Zhang Yan lay prostrate, her rear in the air, banging her head on the floor repeatedly.

There was not a trace left of her former arrogance.

Wei Hailiang gathered his courage and said to Ye Tianci, "Master Ye, if I keep going, she really won’t survive. For my sake, can we stop?"

Ye Tianci’s gaze was gentle, "Since you’ve spoken, I’ll grant you this favor and stop."

Wei Hailiang was overjoyed, "Thank you, Master Ye!"

Ye Tianci’s lips curled with a mocking smile, "Why are you so quick to thank me? I haven’t finished."

"Since the money has been spent, it must not go to waste. And I am a stickler for precision—ninety-nine slaps must be delivered."

"If you can’t bear to hit her anymore, you’ll take the remaining slaps for her."

Before Ye Tianci could finish, Liang Xianrong immediately ordered, "Feng Hai, slap Wei Hailiang forty-nine times!"

Feng Hai stepped forward, grabbed Wei Hailiang by the collar, and unleashed a fierce barrage of slaps!

Wei Hailiang screamed, but dared not beg for mercy.

He endured forty-nine slaps, collapsing on the floor.

Feng Hai’s blows were far more savage, leaving Wei Hailiang in even worse shape than Zhang Yan.

Wei Hailiang’s round face was as swollen as a monkey’s backside, nearly unrecognizable. His eyes were so puffed up they were reduced to two slits, barely able to see. Blood and saliva dripped from his mouth, staining his shirt red.

The pain was so intense that Wei Hailiang lay trembling on the ground.

Ye Tianci spoke calmly, "Mr. Liang, a token gesture would have sufficed—why did you have him beaten so brutally?"