My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 68 - Carrying the Beauty Home

68: Chapter 68 Carrying the Beauty Home

68 -68 Carrying the Beauty Home

Having sent the elderly man away, Su Xuan turned his full attention to Wang Meng, a sinister smile creeping onto his face.

“What do you think you’re doing?

I’ll have you know, this is a society ruled by law.

If you injure me, you’re going to jail,” Wang Meng’s legs quivered, and a yellow, foul-smelling liquid streamed down his pants.

From his interactions with Su Xuan, Wang Meng had learned a thing or two.

He knew that his family background and the capabilities behind him posed no threat to Su Xuan.

This scum, who had always trampled on the law, had finally learned to pick up the weapon of law to protect his rights.

“If you knew this was a society ruled by law, you wouldn’t have let that damn Hei disable me just now,” Su Xuan said with disdain, kicking fiercely.

“Ah!”

Before the foot even reached him, Wang Meng already cried out, truly scared by Su Xuan’s beatings.

“You can’t hit me, there are so many people watching.

If you injure me, they are all my witnesses.”

“Is that so?” Su Xuan smiled slightly.

He looked around, and the onlookers all turned their heads away, looking up at the sky, feigning indifference.

The terror that Hei had just shown had already frightened them immensely.

The man before them had disabled a big man weighing three hundred pounds with a single punch; they dared not provoke him.

Su Xuan was quite pleased with this, looking at Wang Meng, “It seems that there isn’t a single person here who will testify for you.”

“Hey, how can you all be like this?” Wang Meng, as if grasping at straws, desperately begged the passersby he usually disregarded: “I’m Wang Meng, my dad is the chairman of Fenghua Group.

If you testify for me and I avoid getting beaten, I’ll definitely not let you down.”

“Fenghua Group?”

Some uninformed bystanders, upon hearing these four words, their eyes brightened.

The weight of those words was well known to everyone in Qingshan City.

Some were tempted, licking their lips.

Just as they were about to flatter Wang Meng, they suddenly noticed Hei on the ground, whose life was hanging by a thread and arm unnaturally bent, and quickly swallowed their words.

“Money is a good thing, but you need to be alive to spend it,” a man sighed and wisely chose to leave the scene.

“Exactly, it’s not excessive to beat such scum to death; no decent person would testify for him.”

“Put this bully out of his misery who terrorizes others; we all support you.”

…

The public opinion around overwhelmingly began to align solely with Su Xuan.

Even though some were greedy and wanted to flatter Wang Meng, seeing Hei on the ground, they all kept their mouths shut.

It proved that the more avaricious people were, the more they valued their lives.

“Look, all these people support me now.

I should think about how to deal with you,” Su Xuan said, pondering.

Wang Meng was thoroughly frightened.

He wanted to run, but his legs were too weak to stand.

He wanted to make a distress call but didn’t know whom to call; in his social circle, he had always been the boss.

The only person he could rely on, his father, had already advised him to provoke Su Xuan as little as possible.

Seeing Wang Meng’s cowardly demeanor, Su Xuan was too annoyed to waste words on such a wretch and walked straight over: “This time I’ll just give you two slaps to teach you a lesson.”

The dim-witted Wang Meng, upon hearing this, actually revived his spirits.

Far from getting angry, he was rather pleased: “Great, great, just two slaps, that’s really good.”

The crowd around was completely astonished.

They had never seen anyone so excited about getting slapped.

“I think Wang Meng is sick.

When he got slapped, his face even lit up like a chrysanthemum.”

“Maybe, these rich folks are all a bit off.

When I get the chance, I’ll also slap him a couple of times, he might even pay me.”

…

Bystanders unaware of the intricacies chattered endlessly; meanwhile, Wang Meng’s face turned a purplish hue, but he was too preoccupied to argue with the bystanders.

He thought that considering the issue he caused today, Su Xuan would definitely disable him, so receiving just two slaps was completely within his tolerance range.

Previously, he had also been slapped dozens of times by Su Xuan, which at most turned him into a swollen-faced “pig” for half a month.

Seeing Wang Meng’s expression, Su Xuan obviously knew what he was thinking and gestured over Wang Meng’s face with his hand, “You’d better get ready, I’m going to slap you now.”

“Yes, yes!” Wang Meng eagerly nodded his head, fearing Su Xuan might change his mind, and reminded him, “We agreed, you can only slap me twice.”

“Of course, I am a man of my word, and I will use only 50% of my strength for each slap,” Su Xuan said, with a much thicker smile on his face.

The joy on Wang Meng’s face deepened; he figured he probably wouldn’t even need to go to the hospital this time.

After all, it was just two slaps, and he was almost used to being slapped by Su Xuan.

If an outsider were to see two big guys smiling at each other like this, they would definitely think they were either long-lost friends or men with abnormal sexual orientations.

“Come on, hit me, so I can leave after that,” Wang Meng urged, seeing Su Xuan’s hand constantly gesturing on his face.

“Sure!”

No sooner had he said the word than Su Xuan’s right hand moved like lightning, delivering two sonorous slaps to Wang Meng’s chubby face.

Smack, smack!

After the slaps, Su Xuan didn’t look back but grabbed Chen Wanqing’s tender waist and even pinched it, affectionately saying, “Wife, let’s hurry home and get intimate.”

Chen Wanqing bashfully tapped Su Xuan’s sturdy chest with her little hands, all the while sneakily glancing at the onlookers around them through his shoulder.

It seemed like she was complaining about Su Xuan speaking so ambiguously on the street.

“Wife, you don’t need to look, no one dares to peek at us,” Su Xuan had realized, after the bus incident, that Chen Wanqing was quite conservative in some respects.

“Don’t you ever talk seriously, can’t you think about something else?” Chen Wanqing complained about Su Xuan, then looked at Wang Meng with disgust, “Su Xuan, you only slapped him twice; isn’t that a bit too lenient as a punishment?”

“Not really,” Su Xuan said.

“Those two slaps were precisely calculated to knock out all his teeth.”

At this revelation, Wang Meng, whose cheeks were slowly recovering from numbness after being hit, began to vomit violently, “Ugh!

Puh, puh, puh!

Ugh, ugh, ugh…”

As the sounds continued, dozens of snow-white teeth mixed with blood fell to the ground.

Wang Meng, with a breezy mouth, couldn’t utter a complete sentence despite his best efforts.

The bystanders, seeing Wang Meng’s pitiful state, instinctively covered their cheeks, secretly glad they hadn’t spoken up for him.

“You really are incredible, actually knocking all his teeth out,” Chen Wanqing widened her pretty eyes and excitedly gave Su Xuan a kiss on the cheek.

Su Xuan, not expecting this from his usually proud wife, touched the spot she had kissed with a sweet feeling inside, and pushed his other cheek closer, “Wife, you have to kiss this side too.”

Chen Wanqing’s cheeks immediately turned as red as apples, realizing she had lost her composure, and pushed Su Xuan away, “Go to hell!”

However, Su Xuan was not annoyed.

He was growing more fond of Chen Wanqing’s mixed signals, which further spurred his primal instincts.

“Wife, let’s hurry to your place and do what we love doing,” Su Xuan quickly changed the subject and hugged Chen Wanqing tighter.

As a physically and mentally normal Chen Wanqing, her haughty nature had previously made her disdainful of the men around her, so naturally, she wouldn’t have felt this way.

But since meeting Su Xuan, everything she heard and experienced was related to reproductive reactions.

Even a fairy would be tempted, not to mention her, a young, vigorous girl in the prime of her youth.

“Alright then,” Chen Wanqing responded in an almost imperceptible voice, her natural coyness making her quickly change the subject, “Su Xuan, aren’t the police going to trouble you for what you did to Hei?”

All Su Xuan’s attention was on Chen Wanqing’s “Alright,” and he didn’t care about the rest.

He picked up the slender figure in his arms and hailed a taxi, “Wife, don’t worry.

Didn’t Wang Meng say?

That Hei is a serial killer.

The police will probably thank me with a commemorative banner.”

Chen Wanqing was no longer surprised by such actions from Su Xuan.

She rolled her eyes at him but didn’t say a word, even thinking that it would be unusual if Su Xuan hadn’t acted this way.

They got into the taxi, and Su Xuan reported the address of Chen Wanqing’s residence in Qingshui Villa District.

All along the way, he kept urging the driver to go faster.

Although holding the beauty allowed him some intimate contact and to enjoy the softness particular to a girl’s body, it was, after all, someone else’s car, and things couldn’t progress any further.

Fortunately, the taxi driver, being quite world-wise, instantly saw through Su Xuan’s intentions.

In just twenty minutes, the car stopped outside Qingshui Villa District.

The moment a girl both anticipates and fears was about to happen.

Chen Wanqing suddenly became nervous, her body stiffening, and she buried her small head in Su Xuan’s chest, too embarrassed to face anyone.