Chapter 81: Who’s the Real Underworld Family?
Sang Zhe was fuming.
Where did this blind idiot come from, daring to touch his precious daughter?
Don’t think just because he has a good temper he’s not a Demon Cultivator!
Sang Zhe didn’t even use his cultivation level; after all, the guy was just a mortal, and a little more force might accidentally kill him.
But there are ways to deal with mortals.
What can’t you solve with a brick?
As it turned out, that man did indeed confess under Sang Zhe’s brick.
The onlookers in the brothel were left dumbfounded.
The surrounding crowd burst into enthusiastic applause.
“Sweet daughter, I didn’t scare you, did I?”
Shi Qingyan seemed a bit dazed.
After a long pause, she suddenly lowered her head and softly asked, “Why… why did you help me?”
Sang Zhe paused for a moment.
But the next instant, he smiled and said, “Because you’re my daughter. Do I need a reason to save my daughter?”
“The Big Bad Wolf even knows to protect the Little Gray!”
Shi Qingyan didn’t say anything, just continued to lower her head, a bit shy.
At that moment, a loud commotion came from far away.
“Who? Who bullied my daughter?!”
Zhang Xiaoying rushed over, one hand holding her skirt and the other clutching a brick, flustered.
The onlookers immediately looked at the man on the ground.
At that time, the man had just gotten groggily to his feet.
He touched his head, found it covered in blood, and was about to yell out, “Damn… which brat snuck up and hit me with a brick? Come at me, Huang Ye—”
Next moment, a brick from Zhang Xiaoying struck him on the head again.
He fell straight back down to the ground again.
The crowd fell silent once more, while the brothel madam looked like she could fit an egg in her mouth.
Clearly, she didn’t expect that this seemingly gentle and lovely lady could be meaner than a street thug.
“Sweet daughter, are you hurt?”
Zhang Xiaoying squatted down with concern, cradling Shi Qingyan’s face and checking in on her.
Shi Qingyan seemed a bit overwhelmed, shyly lowering her head, “I… I’m fine.”
“That’s good. You scared me to death.”
“Girls should protect themselves outside, understand?” she said, lovingly stroking Shi Qingyan’s hair.
Shi Qingyan was a bit dazed, then turned to look at Sang Zhe for help.
Sang Zhe shrugged.
Beside them, the man who had just taken two bricks again stood up woozily.
He felt a bit dizzy, his head thumping painfully, and nausea was creeping in.
But he stubbornly stood up and staggered a couple of steps with force.
Opening his eyes, through his bloodied face, he glared hatefully.
“You… you’re looking for death…”
“Dare to mess with me, do you know who I—”
Before he could finish his sentence, a loud shout came from behind him.
“Damn it, who bullied my sister?!”
The moment he heard those words, his heart skipped a beat.
His heart nearly stopped.
No way? Not again? Despair settled in as he slowly turned his head.
Sure enough.
Just as he turned halfway, another brick shattered against his forehead.
This time, he was really down.
He lay flat on the ground, head tilted, completely frozen still.
Si Jingzhu was holding a few sticks of candied fruit in one hand and a half-broken brick in the other, with some in her mouth, mumbling,
“Looking for death, huh? You dare to bully the Sang family?!”
Saying that, she smashed down the remaining piece and gave him a couple of kicks for good measure.
The scene turned quite bloody, leaving the onlookers pale with fright.
The seemingly playful and adorable girl turned out to be as brutal as a gang leader.
Meanwhile, Yan Rouwan was leisurely holding two cats, snacking on candied fruit while enjoying the show.
—
The scene eventually quieted, and the crowd dispersed.
The man lay on the ground, unattended.
Sang Zhe’s family was on their way home.
However, compared to when they left, Shi Qingyan seemed noticeably downcast on the way back.
Zhang Xiaoying thought perhaps she had been scared by the earlier man, casting a worried glance at Sang Zhe.
Sang Zhe shook his head in response.
By the time they got home, Zhang Xiaoying had prepared a lavish dinner.
Sang Zhe took advantage of the empty bathhouse and soaked himself in the tub early.
He was just waiting for dinner when suddenly, the bathroom door swung open.
It was Shi Qingyan.
She had wrapped herself in a towel, hair up in a bun, her petite figure snugly covered, and slowly stepped into the bath with wide-eyed Sang Zhe staring.
Sang Zhe: “…Aren’t you going to wait for dinner?”
“Not hungry.”
“But I’m still soaking in here.”
“Aren’t you my dad?”
Shi Qingyan suddenly winked at him mischievously: “It’s not strange for a daughter to bathe with her father, right?”
Sang Zhe was a bit speechless.
It seemed that Nian Nian’s so-called system wasn’t working quite right.
Why was the potion effect fading before its time?
“Remember yet?”
“Pretty much.”
“You really have a twisted sense of humor,” Shi Qingyan gently splashed water on herself. “Thinking of being my dad.”
“What’s wrong, a sweet and cute girl calling you ‘dad’ wouldn’t excite you?”
Of course it would.
Who wouldn’t want an incredibly adorable daughter?
But Sang Zhe stubbornly retorted, “It’s just a job; I thought maybe I could change your attitude toward men.”
“But it seems the result is okay.”
At least.
She was willing to share a bath with a man now.
Shi Qingyan didn’t respond.
She stared blankly for a while, then half-submerged her head in the water, bubbling away.
Seemingly lost in thought.
“Now that you remember.”
Sang Zhe lounged by the edge of the tub in a relaxed tone, “Once you’re fully recovered, you’ll be free.”
“Join the Demon Path if you want; if not, go wherever you please.”
“If you still hate men, just find a woman.”
“Ah, of course, Xiaoying won’t do. Xiaoying is mine—”
“Sang Zhe.” Shi Qingyan suddenly peeked her head out from the water.
Her cheeks still glistening with water droplets, trickling down her fair, beautiful face.
With her wet eyes blinking softly, her gaze towards Sang Zhe made him uneasy.
“What… what’s up?”
“Thank you.”
She said softly, “I’ve actually thought about why I dislike men so much. I can’t even have any expectation for them.”
“This time, I’ve figured it out.”
“It’s probably just because I’ve had too many expectations in the past, and every time they fell flat.”
She hugged her knees and muttered to herself, “Maybe I don’t actually hate men that much. Or rather, a person you dislike is equally annoying, whether they’re male or female.”
“But I really did have expectations once.”
Hoping that when I got scolded and beaten,
Feeling pain and hunger.
Crouching in a dark, damp room.
There could be a Big Bad Wolf, like today, standing fiercely in front of me.
Chasing away all the big bad guys for Little Gray.
