Chapter 453: The End of Tolerance
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Rong Feiyu’s face swelled up quickly, looking as puffy as a steamed bun. It was a testament to just how hard Rong Qi had hit her.
For far too long, Rong Qi had put up with these people. And now, she vowed, she wouldn’t put up with them any longer. Mrs. Rong Sr. looked at Rong Qi, whose face had darkened so suddenly, and her own visage turned ashen. Pointing a trembling finger at the fearless Rong Qi, she found herself lost for words.
This was the first time Mrs. Rong Sr.’d ever encountered someone who resorted to physical violence so quickly. She swallowed hard and froze.
w.a.n.g Qing’s heart ached at the sight. She moved to step forward and offer support, but before she could, Rong Qi stomped down on Rong Feiyu’s leg, grinding her heel into it.
“Hold it right there,” Rong Qi warned, a chilling smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Move one step, and your daughter’s leg is done for.”
Rong Feiyu’s agonized screams filled the room, but w.a.n.g Qing had no choice but to endure.
“Rong Qi, spare Feiyu, you’re sisters! How can you do this to her? Let her go, she can’t take it anymore.” w.a.n.g Qing pleaded.
Rong Qi sneered. “I seem to recall warning y’all more than once to stay away from Clearcreek Mansion. Do you take me for a pushover?”
“No… it’s not that,” w.a.n.g Qing stammered.
Ignoring w.a.n.g Qing’s feeble protest, Rong Qi addressed Mrs. Rong Sr. directly. “Still want what’s on the table?”
Mrs. Rong Sr. glanced at the long table with antic.i.p.ation, but her thoughts were interrupted by the pitiful cry of Rong Feiyu. Mrs. Rong Sr. certainly wanted those gifts. But Rong Feiyu was obedient and well-behaved to Mrs. Rong Sr. In case Rong Feiyu really got ruined by Rong Qi, Mrs. Rong Sr. would regret it.
Mrs. Rong Sr. remained silent, her face filled with inner conflict and hesitation.
Rong Qi sneered, “You can have it. Let your precious Feiyu crawl her way over here, kowtowing three times for every step. Show me some sincerity, and it’s yours. What do you think?”
Rong Qi smirked. “It’s a deal that doesn’t cost y’all much. Just some superficial humiliation for Feiyu, and you stand to gain billions. You could even save the Rong family. Sounds like a good trade to me.”
Just then, w.a.n.g Qing clenched her fists, her eyes flashing with loathing. “You can humiliate me, Rong Qi, but leave Feiyu out of it. She won’t give in to your sick games, and neither will we.”
Defiantly, Rong Feiyu added, “Dream on, Rong Qi! If Mr. Ye finds out about this, you’re finished!”
Rong Qi merely arched an eyebrow. “Whether or not he punishes me isn’t my concern. Right now, it’s you who’s screwed.”
As if on cue, Rong Qi pressed down her foot harder, eliciting another piercing scream from Rong Feiyu.
It was at that moment that Ye Nanshen walked in, trailed by Zhuang Ling and Xu Yi. Tall and imposing, he carried an air of quiet authority.
Mrs. Rong Sr. involuntarily shrank back at the sight of Ye Nanshen, while w.a.n.g Qing made an attempt to throw herself at his feet—only to be coldly kicked aside by Xu Yi.
Ignoring the pain, w.a.n.g Qing fell to her knees. “Mr. Ye, please, save us. How can you stand by and watch Rong Qi abuse her power like this? Feiyu is just a young girl.”
Crying softly, Rong Feiyu chimed in, “Mr. Ye, I have no idea what I’ve done to make my sister so angry that she’d publicly humiliate me.”
Rong Feiyu sobbed on, her voice tinged with vulnerability..