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My White and Rich Beautiful CEO Wife-Chapter 337 Borrowing a Knife to Kill Someone
"Someone, bring the whip, I want to enforce the law myself!"
Qi Wei’s face was grim; Miao Xian’er and the Gu King were both protecting this outsider, Qin Yu, which filled him with jealousy and rage. He prepared to personally lash him forty times.
He would definitely make his backside bloom with welts!
"Qi Wei, I will watch from the side, don’t you dare mix personal grievances with public duties!"
Miao Xian’er said, her face cold as she looked at Qi Wei.
The Enforcement Hall was under the joint control of his father and son, so when Qi Wei stated he would personally enforce the law, Miao Xian’er could not refute him, only pressure him.
"Xian’er...."
Qi Wei felt hurt by Miao Xian’er’s icy demeanor towards him. He clenched his fist, directing all his fury towards Qin Yu, determined to teach the lad an unforgettable lesson, even if it meant offending Miao Xian’er.
"Brother Wei, the whip is here!"
At that moment, a Miaojiang man approached Qi Wei, holding a whip as thick as a wine cup in both hands.
"Qin, after these forty lashes, I’m afraid you’ll have to lie in bed for a month. However, if you kneel now and beg for mercy, apologizing to Miss Xian’er, I might let you go and simply drive you out of Leigong Mountain!"
Qi Wei said coldly, staring at Qin Yu.
His goal was to humiliate Qin Yu publicly, to lower his standing in Miao Xian’er’s eyes to rock bottom.
He believed everyone to be selfish; if one could leave unharmed, who would choose to endure forty lashes?
"If you’re going to hit, then hit. What’s with all the nonsense?"
How could Qin Yu fail to see through Qi Wei’s petty schemes?
He didn’t want to compete with Qi Wei over petty jealousy, but he definitely couldn’t stand being treated like a fool.
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"Hmph... Tie him up!"
Seeing that Qin Yu still dared to talk back at this moment, Qi Wei’s rage had already reached a certain level.
With a cold snort, four Miaojiang men holding iron rods came forward, pressing them against Qin Yu’s back and legs to prevent him from struggling.
"Qi Wei, don’t go too far!"
Miao Xian’er bit her silver teeth, her eyes reddening.
"Sorry, Xian’er, I am only enforcing the law impartially!"
"Slap!"
Qi Wei said expressionlessly, and with a flick of his wrist, the whip whistled through the air.
"Grandfather said that once the Shen Zhao Jing is cultivated to a certain level, it can produce Protective Gang Qi. I wonder if it works!"
Qin Yu was pinned down by four iron rods, his face pressed against the ground, murmuring to himself.
Otherwise, to genuinely endure forty lashes, he’d probably be ruined.
With this in mind, Qin Yu slowly closed his eyes and began to practice the Shen Zhao Jing, guiding the energy within his body to flow across the surface of his skin.
"Hmph, start counting!"
"One!"
"Slap..."
Qi Zhongwei turned his head slightly, and a Miaojiang man shouted out.
At the same time, the whip in Qi Wei’s hand struck heavily on Qin Yu’s backside.
Rip...
With just that single blow, Qin Yu’s trousers were torn.
"Hiss..."
Even with the protection of the Shen Zhao Jing, Qin Yu felt as though he had been bitten by a rabid dog.
Qi Wei, this bastard, was truly ruthless in his strikes!
Luckily, he possessed the top-level Jianghu mental method, the Shen Zhao Jing; otherwise, he would have really been doomed on Leigong Mountain today.
"Slap..."
Qi Wei swung the whip relentlessly, his face void of emotion.
"Qin Yu...."
Miao Xian’er bit her lip nervously, her heart aching immeasurably.
"Damn..."
Qin Yu continued to guide the energy within his body, converging it towards his backside, forming a faint layer of Gang Qi. Although it was weak, it at least proved his grandfather was right: the Shen Zhao Jing not only improved cultivation but also offered protection.
Forget it, just consider it a training session!
Cycling the Shen Zhao Jing mental method, Qin Yu felt energy flowing throughout his body, giving him a vague sensation that the pain from Qi Wei’s whip on his backside was lessening.
However, on the surface, he still had to play his part, pressing his hands against the stone slabs as if he were in agonizing pain.
"Miss...."
Miao Xian’er had just woken up, still very weak. Seeing her beloved suffering, she slowly fainted.
"Damn it...."
Qi Wei was going crazy inside, it was clear that Miao Xian’er had real feelings for that dog, Qin Yu.
"Qi Wei, that’s enough. If anything happens to Miss, I’ll personally hold you accountable!"
After lifting Miao Xian’er up, Ghost Granny gave Qi Wei a deep look and then walked out of the courtyard.
"Smack....Hmph!"
Qi Wei threw the whip hard on the ground and left with a dark face.
With Miao Xian’er fainting, he didn’t dare to beat Qin Yu anymore.
However, after giving him a good twenty lashes, he had vented some of his anger.
"Qi Wei..."
Qi Zhongwei gave his son a glance, and the two of them made their way to another exit of the courtyard.
Once they arrived at a secluded spot, Qi Zhongwei spoke in a low voice, "Why can’t you keep your cool? Beating up that guy is like slapping Miss and the Gu King in the face!"
"But, Dad...."
Qi Wei’s face was filled with reluctance. Your journey continues at novelbuddy
"Listen to me. The Xiangxi Corpse-Driving Clan is stationed behind Leigong Mountain and could clash with us at any moment. Isn’t that kid the apple of Miss’s eye? He’s part of Leigong Mountain too. When the time comes, let him be in the vanguard and fight to the death with the Corpse-Driving Clan. If he happens to die at their hands, it’s no concern of ours, right? Then, won’t Miss still be yours?"
Qi Zhongwei’s eyes swiveled with cunning calculation.
"Dad, using someone else’s hand to kill, what a brilliant move!"
Qi Wei couldn’t help but raise his thumb in approval.
"Hmph, you still have a lot to learn. Come on, let’s go back and for now, avoid conflicts with that kid, let him strut around for a couple days!"
Qi Zhongwei snorted and walked with his son deeper into Leigong Mountain.
At this moment.
Qin Yu was also assisted into an empty courtyard. Just as he lay down on the bed, there were footsteps outside, "Qin Yu!"
"Uh....Xian’er!"
Qin Yu pulled the blanket over himself to cover his swollen bottom.
"Ghost Granny, just hand me the medicine chest!"
Soon, Miao Xian’er walked in carrying a medicine chest, her face full of sorrow, "Quick, lie still, I’ll apply the medicine to you!"
"Uh....okay!"
Qin Yu lifted the blanket; after all, the two of them had seen each other wholly before.
"Humph, that bastard Qi Wei, how could he be so heavy-handed!"
Miao Xian’er frowns deeply, angrily opening the medicine chest and gently sprinkling a bottle of medicinal powder onto Qin Yu’s bottom.
In the end, she even massaged it gently with her hands, "I’m sorry, it’s my fault you’ve suffered a beating!"
"It’s fine, this is probably karma!"
Qin Yu smiled bitterly. Who told him to sleep with the princess of Miaojiang?
"Don’t you say that. If I didn’t like you, I would have killed you that day in the suburbs!"
Miao Xian’er bit her lip somewhat huffily.
This jerk, did he not realize how cool he looked when he leaped down from the building at the movie theater when she was being kidnapped by several spirited young men?
He jumped right into the heart of a young girl!
"Ah...you better leave now, I need to rest a bit!"
Qin Yu could only play the ostrich now, burying his head in the sand; his relationship with Yan Mingyu was already clear, there couldn’t be any outcome between him and Miao Xian’er.
"Alright, then I’ll come back tonight to reapply the medicine to you!"
Miao Xian’er walked out pouting, carrying the medicine chest on her back.
Qin Yu’s bottom ached, and he couldn’t walk; he could only lay there on the bed, spending the entire afternoon in that position.
In the evening, Miao Xian’er came back with the medicine chest.
The medicine from noon had solidified. Miao Xian’er had to use some medicinal liquid to clean Qin Yu, who tightly grasped the blanket in pain, looking very miserable.
"Pfft...."
At this moment, laughter came from the beams above.
Qin Yu and Miao Xian’er looked up at the same time, "Who’s there?"