Extreme Pampering-Chapter 76 - Witnessing Pei Yus Violence
Chapter 76: Chapter 76 Witnessing Pei Yu’s Violence.
Chapter 76: Chapter 76 Witnessing Pei Yu’s Violence.
Xun Zhouxing, addicted to indulgence, could hardly bear the force of Pei Yu’s blow. He was struck dumb for a moment, his head spinning and swelling, unable to react. He still resorted to his usual excuses to exonerate himself, “I really didn’t——”
“Bang!”
His abdomen was violently kicked, and the excessive force sent Xun Zhouxing flying. He crashed heavily against the TV cabinet, convulsed uncontrollably a couple of times, and curled up, crying out nonstop.
“I was wrong, I really was,” Xun Zhouxing gasped in pain, begging for mercy nonstop, not daring to utter another word of excuse, “I can apologize, I will go abroad, and never come back…”
His eyelids smeared with blood, vision blurry, Xun Zhouxing heard the sound of Pei Yu’s approaching footsteps amidst the continuous ringing in his ears. He curled up even tighter, not daring to lift his head, repeating those words that might make Pei Yu’s anger subside.
Ashes fluttered down as the hand holding the cigarette hung by his side. Because of the recent movement, there were a few more wrinkles on his shirt. He nonchalantly brushed them off, “You know you were wrong… If the person standing here were Shen Zhiyi, would you say the same?”
He squatted beside Xun Zhouxing, fingertips slightly bent, and snapped the half-smoked cigarette in two, chuckling emotionlessly, “Using such despicable means, were you convinced that Shen Zhiyi couldn’t touch you? Xun Zhouxing, you should be begging her for mercy, not me.”
Barely making out his words through the haze, Xun Zhouxing strained to make a sound, “I can apologize to her, really, I will beg for her forgiveness——”
Dealing with Shen Zhiyi was far better than dealing with this man, and right now, Xun Zhouxing almost wanted to crawl before her.
“Is that so?” Pei Yu’s eyes drooped, he glanced indifferently and casually grabbed Xun Zhouxing’s collar, “Too bad, I don’t want to dirty her eyes.”
Despair enveloped him in an instant, Xun Zhouxing closed his eyes, and before he could utter the next sentence, his head was forcibly lifted. As intense pain struck, the blood flowing to his eyelids became more turbulent and thick, and he made a choking sound in his throat, like a dead fish lying on the ground.
Through the peephole, one could see Xun Zhouxing’s face, now unrecognizable, old and new injuries overlaid, partially obscured by blood. Without hearing the sounds inside, Shen Zhiyi didn’t recognize the person as Xun Zhouxing; her focus was on Pei Yu.
The view through the peephole was narrow, only showing a vague silhouette of Pei Yu, and every movement as he slammed the person on the ground revealed a practiced ease, like flowing clouds and water. Even without seeing his expression, one could imagine that he was nonchalant. Shen Zhiyi was very familiar with this side of him, but it was the first time she’d seen him radiate such malevolence.
She stared blankly for a moment, then retreated from the peephole’s view. In front of her stood a thick door, isolating everything happening inside from the outside.
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Despite no resemblance, the scene inexplicably reminded her of another violent person, her father.
Shen Zhiyi touched her smooth forehead where there used to be a crescent-shaped scar. She had it removed with surgery. That scar was the result of being dragged by the hair and knocked against the ground repeatedly.
She suddenly shuddered, lips tightly pressed together, gazing at the door in front of her for a long time, unable to muster the courage to knock.
Xiaodong waited anxiously outside, sending her a message to remind her.
“Sister Zhiyi, have you finished talking? The crew is about to start.”
She was already taking advantage of the lunch break to make a quick visit, and the afternoon shoot couldn’t be delayed. She had to hurry over on time.
Shen Zhiyi clenched her phone and returned to the elevator.
Minghua was strict with the personnel entering and exiting, so Xiaodong could only wait in the parking lot, checking the time now and then and glancing at the entrance occasionally. After spotting Shen Zhiyi, she breathed a sigh of relief and stuck her head out of the car window, “Sister Zhiyi, over here!”
Shen Zhiyi looked up at her, her complexion pale. After walking a few steps, she suddenly hurried to a trash can in the corner. Under the onslaught of intense emotions, she bent over, retching uncontrollably.
Xiaodong, frightened, quickly ran over, “What happened?”
Having not eaten a thing for lunch, there was nothing to vomit. Shen Zhiyi knew that her extreme reaction was due to being frightened—more accurately, terrified. Pei Yu’s violence had awakened her deepest fears, even though the person who had caused her pain was already dead.
She lifted her eyes, filled with tears, and in the face of Xiaodong’s worried and bewildered gaze, she smiled instead, “I really am useless.”
The reason she had always lived in the past might have been related to these lingering nightmares. The fear and pain were still vivid in her mind; she could even recall the man’s alcoholic breath on her face, the sensation of blood running down her face. These were things she clearly couldn’t forget. If she couldn’t forget them, how could she move on to a new life?
Xiaodong panicked, “What are you talking about? How can you be useless?”
She was at a loss, “Are you feeling unwell somewhere? Let’s go to the hospital to have a look, I’ll speak to Director Meng.”
“No need,” said Shen Zhiyi, “I’ll be fine after some sleep.”
She smiled somewhat forcedly, “Don’t worry too much.”
As the sound of the roaring engines driving the racecars subsided, Xun Zhouxing felt each time he was about to pass out, the fresh pain would jolt him back to consciousness. He covered his chest, tears mixing with blood all over his face, “It’s broken, it hurts, it hurts—”
He could feel the possibly unhealed ribs in his chest breaking again under the kicks. Pei Yu was not his father and showed even less mercy in his strikes. Xun Zhouxing truly feared he might die there.
Pei Yu walked back to his desk. The hot tea that had been prepared had gone cold and was poured in its entirety over his bloodied hands. After cleaning them, he dialed Secretary Qin’s number.
Moments later, Secretary Qin arrived with some men and dragged away the unconscious Xun Zhouxing. From then on, he would never appear in front of the public again. If the Xun Family had any sense, they would sever all ties with this son.
Secretary Qin saw Pei Yu’s bleeding knuckles from rubbing too hard, but held back from speaking.
Having been by Pei Yu’s side for many years, Secretary Qin had witnessed his most bedraggled and ruthless moments. In recent years, as things had settled down, there were few occasions to see Pei Yu taking matters into his own hands—much less using such a purely venting method of beating someone.
Xun Zhouxing’s disgusting deeds were uncovered slowly and painstakingly by him, Secretary Qin. After figuring out the whole story, it also became clear why Shen Zhiyi had been in the lounge that night—it was mostly coincidental. Pei Yu wasn’t even on the attendance list for the evening’s banquet and not many people knew of his presence. His trip to Nanyuan was a sudden decision, one that even Secretary Qin was unaware of. Coincidentally, the lounge Pei Yu chose was the very one Xun Zhouxing had tampered with.
If only he had arrived a moment later, Xun Zhouxing would have succeeded.
Handing over a clean handkerchief, Pei Yu took it, wiping away the blood from his wound carelessly, his fingers trembling imperceptibly.
It was unclear whether it was from using too much force just now, the pain of the injury, or a continual, persistent fear.
