After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me - Chapter 483

Chapter 483: Not Even Fifty Cents Inside
Mr. Qian’s legs nearly gave out, and he almost collapsed to the ground. His thoughts mirrored his son’s: help me!

He was now utterly convinced that Zhouzhou could indeed lift him and throw him out with ease. This strength clearly belonged to someone well-trained.

He couldn’t fathom how his unlucky son had offended this formidable young lady!

Though Zhouzhou’s demeanor lacked menace, this display thoroughly frightened both father and son.

Mu Xuan stood beside Zhouzhou and beckoned Wei Xuhong to come over. Uncertain, Wei Xuhong approached. Mu Xuan lifted his shirt, revealing bruises that marred his small body, shocking all who saw them.

Mrs. Wei gasped and rushed over, her eyes wide with alarm. “Little Hong, what happened? Who did this to you?”

Wei Xuhong shook his head and whispered, “Mom, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

How could she not worry? Mrs. Wei was frantic, blaming herself for neglecting her son while she had been engrossed in work, unaware of his injuries. She felt utterly unfit as a mother. Who had done this?

A sudden realization hit her, and she turned sharply towards Qian Duoduo and his father. Seeing Qian Duoduo’s guilty look, everything became clear.

Trembling with rage, she clutched her son’s hand, her voice shaking with fury and despair, “Mr. Qian, I work for you, but my son is not your property!”

Her anger and hatred were palpable; she despised the Qian father and son but also blamed herself. It was her incompetence that allowed her son to be bullied.

How long had Little Hong endured these injuries? Tears welled up in Mrs. Wei’s eyes and began to fall uncontrollably.

Zhouzhou, unable to remain seated, jumped off the couch. “Auntie, don’t cry. I will avenge my brother.” She then glared at Qian Duoduo and barked, “Lick the floor, or I’ll beat you!”

Qian Duoduo trembled in fear, seeking help from his father. Mr. Qian now fully understood the situation. This young lady was here to seek justice for Wei Xuhong.

If it were anyone else, he would have settled it with money, but seeing the handful of coins Zhouzhou carried, not even amounting to fifty cents, he realized she abhorred such a notion. This wasn’t medical compensation; it was an insult!

In fact, Qin Dafu’s stinginess had inadvertently made Mr. Qian even more wary of dismissing this incident lightly.

If Zhouzhou hadn’t vented her anger, Qin Lie might have taken action himself. Shivering at the thought, he looked around for something to use.

Seeing this, Zhouzhou pulled a peachwood sword from her bag. “Here, use this.” Though made of peachwood, the narrow surface still stung considerably when it struck flesh.

Mr. Qian, not caring about the pain, took the sword and approached his son, determined to placate Zhouzhou.

Mu Xuan watched with a hint of mockery in her eyes. Such a man always prioritized his own interests.

If he were the one in power today, he would have been even more tyrannical. To him, money was the ultimate truth, which was why he had raised such a wayward son.

Zhouzhou, despite her youth, understood this well. She stood by with her chubby arms crossed, kindly offering, “You beat him, I’ll pay you.”

Mr. Qian dared not voice his disdain for her paltry coins, nodding instead. “No need for your money, Miss Qin. This brat deserves a beating.”

Zhouzhou shook her head solemnly. “I am a straightforward person, very ethical. Stop talking and start hitting. I’ll pay you ten cents per hit. If you don’t, I’ll do it myself.”

If she had taken action, Qian Duoduo wouldn’t have survived the day. Mr. Qian hurriedly assured her, “I’ll do it. No need for you to tire your hands.”

With that, he stood before his son. Qian Duoduo, terrified, cried out, “Dad, I’m your son!”

Mr. Qian gritted his teeth, “I’d rather not have a son like you. Always causing trouble!”

He had warned him countless times not to provoke the Qin family, but he hadn’t listened and had picked the most untouchable member to offend.

If he had directly provoked Qin Lie, he might not have faced such severe consequences. But to provoke his daughter was sheer folly.

Mr. Qian knew he had to show resolve today or the matter wouldn’t end. Steeling himself, he grabbed Qian Duoduo and struck his buttocks with the peachwood sword. Qian Duoduo screamed, “Ah—”

Zhouzhou counted excitedly, “One!” She pulled out a dime. Mr. Qian struck again.

Qian Duoduo whimpered, “No more—”

Zhouzhou, “Two!”

Qian Duoduo cried for mercy, “Help—”

Zhouzhou, “Three!”

The room was filled with the sound of the peachwood sword striking, Qian Duoduo’s wails, and Zhouzhou’s eager counting.

Qin Er stood by, supervising to ensure the count was accurate. The four people seemed divided into two separate worlds, their emotions starkly contrasting.

Mu Xuan stifled a laugh, knowing that dealing with spoiled children often required such measures. Meanwhile, Wei Xuhong and his mother stood by in a daze.

Wei Xuhong took this opportunity to tell Zhouzhou about his father’s treatment. Upon learning that her fourth uncle was her husband’s attending physician, Mrs. Wei’s eyes brightened, her heart finally at ease. They had encountered a truly kind-hearted person!

The benevolent Qin Caicai happily handed out money before turning to Wei Xuhong. “Brother, do you want to hit him too?”

Wei Xuhong looked at Qian Duoduo and his father. Seeing the scene of Qian Duoduo crying while Mr. Qian played the stern father, a scene he had never witnessed before, reminded him of his own beatings.

Hatred surged within him. Encouraged by Zhouzhou’s gaze, he straightened his usually hunched back and approached Qian Duoduo.

Qian Duoduo, sensing danger, blustered, “Wei Xuhong, if you dare hit me, I’ll kill you!”

At this, Zhouzhou’s face darkened. She grabbed the peachwood sword and struck Qian Duoduo’s back with a sharp crack. His scream was piercing, louder than any previous cry, and filled the room.

With a stern, icy expression, Zhouzhou declared, “Then I’ll beat you to death first!”