“I, I, I…” At this moment, Si Hanyue was completely speechless, unable to find a way to refute.
Dongfang Wudao, seated at the head of the hall, showed no emotion, watching quietly the entire time.
“Also, Dongfang Wudao helped you strengthen your family. You said you didn’t ask him, that he took the initiative.”
“Then after becoming familiar with him, why did you voluntarily talk about your family’s struggles?”
“Why did you bring up your father’s failure to break through?”
“Why mention your family is being targeted by other forces?”
“I-I-I was just talking casually.”
“Heh, just talking casually? Then why didn’t you say it to Su Chen?”
“Didn’t he like you? Didn’t he say he’d take care of you forever?”
“I…”
“Isn’t it because Su Chen didn’t have the ability to help you?”
“Deep down, you know that’s true, don’t you?”
Slap!
Shen Qingqiu slapped Si Hanyue again.
“Why are you hitting me?”
“Because you’re pathetic. I don’t like your face. I’ll hit you if I want.”
Slap!
“Look at your Si family. Has anyone stepped up to speak for you? Look at you. Your face is swollen, your teeth are knocked out. How pitiful.”
“Because they all know that everything the Si family has now came from Dongfang Wudao—not from you.”
“You really think you’re something special.”
“You even said others pursuing you should spend money and tried to guilt-trip them with that.”
“From beginning to end, what have you actually given?”
“You think you’re that pretty?”
Si Hanyue wanted to argue back, but in front of Shen Qingqiu, she truly had no advantage.
“Judging by your figure, I bet you can still see your toes when you look down.”
Pfft!
Si Hanyue spat out a mouthful of blood, her face pale. She had been infuriated by Shen Qingqiu.
“Even brothel girls know to offer services when they’re paid.”
“You act noble on the outside, but you’re filthy inside. Do you think the world is unfair to you?”
“This is all your own doing. You ignore others’ efforts and blow up the slightest flaws. You’re petty and narrow-minded.”
Slap!
Shen Qingqiu delivered another slap to Si Hanyue after finishing.
Then she stood up and ignored her completely.
Shen Qingqiu looked around the grand hall.
Anyone who met her gaze immediately lowered their head.
She truly lived up to her reputation.
Shen Qingqiu’s gaze landed on Su Chen.
Su Chen immediately looked down, panic rising in his heart.
“Old man, what are you still standing there for? Kneel back down.”
“You’ll understand what kind of son you have in a moment.”
Su Yan froze for a second, then obediently knelt back down. At that moment, his mind was in turmoil.
By this time next year, it might be the Su family’s memorial day.
Shen Qingqiu walked over to Su Chen.
“Kneel. I have some questions for you.”
Su Chen wanted to argue, but Shen Qingqiu directly slapped him.
Slap!
Su Chen let out a cry of pain and collapsed to the ground.
As he tried to stand, Shen Qingqiu stepped directly on his face.
“Now you feel pain? Didn’t you love kissing Si Hanyue’s filthy feet?”
“Si Hanyue may be despicable, but I think you’re even worse.”
Su Chen struggled to rise, but Shen Qingqiu pressed harder, grinding half his face into the floor.
Dongfang Wudao leaned back slightly at the head of the hall, hands folded over his abdomen, watching with interest.
He knew Shen Qingqiu was doing all this to satisfy him. That anger needed an outlet, no matter what.
She really did understand him well.
But Dongfang Wudao was still guessing—did Shen Qingqiu know he was also someone who had transmigrated?
If she knew, would she lay all her cards on the table?
For now, though, Shen Qingqiu’s performance was satisfactory.
Shen Qingqiu lifted her foot.
Su Chen sat up, his chest bones shattered, and even breathing was difficult.
He hadn’t expected this unfamiliar woman to be so powerful.
“Before you entered, I heard you cursing Dongfang Wudao, didn’t I?”
Su Chen said nothing.
“Your father might not know who he is, but you do. You cursed a core heir of the Dongfang family. Do you even know what consequences that brings?”
Dongfang Wudao’s heart stirred at those words. It was now clear—Shen Qingqiu didn’t know he was the Dongfang family’s Divine Son, or that he had transmigrated. This just got more interesting.
“Su Chen, let me ask you a question. If you can answer it, maybe I’ll spare you.”
“Do you love Si Hanyue?”
“I do!” Su Chen answered without hesitation.
Si Hanyue also let out a breath of relief.
“How ridiculous.”
“Then when your father cursed her and hit her, why didn’t you defend her?”
“I… he’s my father. He gave me life, raised me.”
“So that means you’re very filial?”
Su Chen nodded.
“Back at Soul-Breaking Cliff, when Si Hanyue was in danger, you were there too, weren’t you? Why didn’t you act first?”
As she said this, Si Hanyue’s eyes widened.
Su Chen’s expression also turned to shock—how did Shen Qingqiu know?
“When you saw Dongfang Wudao saving Si Hanyue, did you feel a hint of filth in your heart?”
“I…”
Sweat broke out on Su Chen’s forehead. His eyes darted around, unable to meet hers.
“Dongfang Wudao has a better background and stronger strength than you. If Si Hanyue followed him, her life would be better. Then why did you tell her she was jumping into the abyss?”
“I-I thought the Dongfang family was too powerful, and if she went, she’d be targeted.”
“Oh? So you’re a prophet now? Able to divine the past and future?”
“When the Dongfang family helped the Si family rise, didn’t you know?”
“If they truly disdained the Si family, wouldn’t they have wiped them out long ago and taken Dongfang Wudao back to the family?”
“I-I-I…”
“So when you were competing with those young masters for women, did you feel proud?”
“I-I didn’t.”
“You were jealous of Dongfang Wudao’s strength, jealous that he could give Si Hanyue everything she wanted, while you…”
“Could only draw big promises.”
“You needed pills to break through to the Divine Arts Realm, right? Didn’t Si Hanyue give them to you?”
“She did.”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t know she got them from Dongfang Wudao.”
“I-I-I knew.”
Su Chen clenched his fists tightly.
“Su Chen, do you love Si Hanyue?” Shen Qingqiu asked again.
Si Hanyue’s gaze shifted toward him, but Su Chen didn’t dare meet her eyes.
“Also, knowing full well that he’s Dongfang Wudao, the Dongfang family’s heir, why did you still provoke him?”
“If Si Hanyue hadn’t intervened, do you really think you’d still be alive?”
“When you provoked Dongfang Wudao, did you consider that he could wipe out your entire family?”
“Did you think about your siblings, your parents who raised you, all being killed?”
“Didn’t you say you were filial?”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t consider that!”
Su Chen opened his mouth but didn’t speak. His expression was blank, his mind in a daze.
Seeing this, Shen Qingqiu’s eyes were filled with contempt.
“No way, no way. You’re so clever, with the power to foresee everything, yet you didn’t think of that?”
Pfft.
Su Chen let out a muffled grunt as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
“Su Chen, I have one more question.”