Chapter 112 Slapping Oneself

Chapter 112: Slapping Himself

Ji Yuntang walked up to him and said with a smile, "All of us heard those disrespectful words you just said, didn't we? That twenty taels of silver from the cloth shop was stolen by you, right?"

"You have an uncle who dotes on you so much, yet you're still not satisfied and want to take his property for yourself. You're jealous of Wang Sheng's talent and that his face has recovered to look better than yours, so you deliberately framed him and tried to get Boss Zhu to kick Wang Sheng out of the shop."

"Tsk tsk, how insecure must you be to be jealous of a servant who only earns two taels of silver a month? Now that the truth is out, you'd better fulfill the promise you just made!"

Zhu Mian's face was ashen, and his teeth were chattering with rage. He finally remembered what had just happened.

The words he had said were indeed what he thought in his heart, but he had never spoken them to outsiders, let alone said them in front of so many people.

He had no idea what trick this woman had used to make him pour out all his true feelings.

Zhu Mian glared angrily at Ji Yuntang. "It's you! You must have done something—did you poison me just now? Otherwise, why would I have bad-mouthed my uncle?"

"I get it! The pill you gave me was the problem! You deliberately tried to ruin my relationship with my uncle. How vicious your heart is..."

"Slap!" Before he could finish, Ji Yuntang landed a slap across his face.

"Are you sober now? If not, I don't mind giving you a few more slaps to help you sober up!"

Zhu Mian: "!!!"

The stinging pain on his face reminded him that this was all real—he had been slapped by a woman.

Only then did Zhu Mian notice that his whole body reeked of strong alcohol.

But he clearly remembered that he hadn't drunk any alcohol today. How could he smell like this?

What was going on? Zhu Mian couldn't wrap his head around it.

Ji Yuntang smiled faintly. "You're wondering why you reek of alcohol today even though you didn't drink, right?"

Zhu Mian looked at her, confused, obviously wanting to know the answer.

"Do you know?"

Ji Yuntang curled her lips. "If I said you were dumb, that would be an understatement. That pill you just took is called the Truth-Telling After Drinking Pill. It was made from ten jars of fine wine concentrated down to one pill. In other words, taking that is equivalent to drinking ten jars of wine at once. You really got off easy."

Zhu Mian: "..."

Why did she say it like he had gotten a bargain? Did he even want to take that thing?

That thing had ruined him!

"Aren't you going to apologize? Do you want to pay me back for the wine instead? That's not impossible, but I wonder if your uncle would still give you money to drink and go to brothels?"

Ji Yuntang had already noticed earlier that Zhu Mian had low energy and poor health and dark circles under his eyes, signs of excessive indulgence and a depleted body.

Clearly, he was a regular at brothels and pleasure houses.

Caught off guard, Zhu Mian's face darkened with anger. He looked toward Boss Zhu, who was glaring at him with rage, without a trace of his former affection in his eyes.

"What are you looking at? Do you think I'm a sucker who pays for your drinking and whoring?"

"Zhu Mian, you're seventeen years old. From now on, your affairs have nothing to do with me. I'm not your uncle, so don't call me uncle anymore."

Previously, Boss Zhu could tolerate and turn a blind eye to Zhu Mian's behavior, even generously giving him money to spend.

But now, after learning of his ruthless intentions, he no longer wanted to be the sucker raising someone else's son.

After raising him for over a decade, the boy showed no gratitude whatsoever, only taking everything for granted.

He would rather donate his silver to a temple than let an ingrate like Zhu Mian touch it.

He spends my money and then curses me—it's infuriating!

Zhu Mian's eyes turned bloodshot, and his face swelled into the color of pig liver. He knew Boss Zhu was determined to cut him off.

And the root of all this was the woman calling herself Princess Ye.

He would remember this grudge!

The next moment, Zhu Mian felt a sharp pain in his knee, and his legs gave way, dropping him to his knees.

Ji Yuntang played with a silver needle between her fingers and said in a cold tone, "You're dawdling. I had to help you get on your knees."

"Thirty slaps. Will you do it yourself, or should I have Wang Sheng do it for you?"

Zhu Mian: "..."

He knew he had completely pissed off Wang Sheng. If he let him do it, his face would be swollen beyond recognition.

Thinking this, Zhu Mian gritted his teeth and decided.

"I'll do it myself!"

"Fine, let Wang Sheng count for you. Not one less, and not a light one either. It has to be as hard as the slap I just gave you. Understand?"

Ji Yuntang's words crushed the last of Zhu Mian's little schemes, enraging him.

A woman's heart is the most venomous—this bitch was utterly despicable!

But with Ji Yuntang's status, he had no choice but to swallow his discontent and resignedly slap himself.

Wang Sheng counted loudly beside him. Every time Zhu Mian slapped himself, Wang Sheng shouted the number loudly, nearly making Zhu Mian pass out from rage.

"Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two..."

In addition to the counting, there were also Zhu Mian's apologies and the smacking sounds.

"Wang Sheng, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have falsely accused you of stealing the silver..."

After thirty slaps, Zhu Mian's face was swollen like a hornet's nest, looking quite ridiculous.

Bystanders commented, "Tsk, in all my years, this is the first time I've seen someone hit themselves so hard. That guy's a real badass!"

"He deserves it. If you live off someone else, you should act grateful. Treating you well doesn't mean he owes you. Such an ingrate deserves to be beaten to death!"

"Exactly. He even staged a whole drama to frame someone else. If not for Princess Ye's keen insight today, Wang Sheng would have been beaten to death for theft."

"Princess Ye is beautiful and kind-hearted, saving Wang Sheng twice. He's truly blessed."

"..."

Wang Sheng listened to the crowd's comments and felt the same way.

How had he deserved such good fortune to have Ji Yuntang help him twice?

If Ji Yuntang hadn't passed by and found him today, he would probably have been beaten to death by Boss Zhu's men.

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