Slap! Tangxi Li struck An Ning squarely across the face.
The force was so immense that An Ning’s ears rang and her cheek burned with pain. She screamed, “You bitch!”
She reached out to grab Tangxi Li’s hair, but before she could even touch a single strand, Tangxi Li retaliated with a thunderous backhand slap that left her disoriented.
A metallic, bloody taste spread in her mouth. Her head felt heavy, her body light, as if she were about to float away.
Tangxi Li asked with mock concern, “Well? Are you satisfied?”
An Youcheng, who had rushed over upon seeing his sister being hit, glared furiously, his rage palpable. “Tangxi Li, how dare you—”
Slap!
Before he could finish, Tangxi Li strode over and delivered two sharp, symmetrical slaps—one on each cheek—with brutal precision.
After all, symmetry makes everything more aesthetically pleasing, doesn’t it?
Wang Tiantian, An Zhixue’s daughter, was the third to charge forward. She barely had time to spit out her venomous words before Tangxi Li, now thoroughly enjoying herself, silenced her with two resounding slaps.
Next came her brother, Wang Xinglin.
Then Qian Meng, who had rushed over to check on her daughter’s injuries. “An Ning— Ahhh—!”
And An Zhixue, who had hurried over to intervene. “You wretched— Ahhh—!”
Regardless of whether those charging toward her intended to strike or not, Tangxi Li treated everyone equally—each received two slaps.
She moved through the room effortlessly, slapping as she went—a sight so satisfying it would bring tears to a perfectionist’s eyes and relief to someone battling depression.
The bodyguards searching the living room saw that she was only slapping people and doing nothing more extreme, so they relaxed and continued their task.
After disciplining the four An Family grandchildren, Tangxi Li still felt unsatisfied. She turned her gaze toward Old Master An and the others on the sofa and smirked wickedly. “A family should stay united. How could we leave any of you out?”
Old Madam An trembled at her approach and immediately shouted at the servants gathered near the entrance, “This is rebellion! What are you all standing around for? Seize her! Hurry, grab her— Grab—!”
“Yes, yes…” The servants swarmed forward.
Instead of retreating at the sight of so many people coming for her, Tangxi Li advanced willingly.
One came—she struck one. Two came—she struck both.
She attacked indiscriminately, without exception.
Wherever she passed, chaos erupted—cries of pain filled the air, and the sound of slaps echoed relentlessly.
In just a few minutes, all the servants had been “defeated.”
The living room was in shambles, with people and furniture strewn about.
In contrast, Tangxi Li remained completely unharmed—not a single hair out of place.
Old Madam An had never expected someone so slender to be such a skilled fighter. She stared, jaw agape in shock.
It wasn’t until Tangxi Li turned back and began beating her second daughter, An Xianyue, that she snapped out of it.
Stamping her feet in fury, she screamed, “Stop, you vile creature! Stop this at once—!”
Annoyed by the noise, Tangxi Li turned her head and flashed a defiant grin. “Stop? Well, now I’ll hit even harder!”
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
While others had received only two slaps, thanks to Old Madam An’s outburst, An Xianyue earned six extra.
Afterward, Tangxi Li pressed An Xianyue’s face to the floor and rubbed it back and forth. “When you treated my mother this way all those years ago, did you ever imagine this day would come?”
An Zhixue, who had returned to try and rescue her sister, was detected instantly by Tangxi Li’s sharp senses. Tangxi Li grabbed her by the hair and slapped her across the face.An Zhixue, the eldest princess of An Corporation, had always been pampered and never treated like this before. Her face turned livid. “You… mmm…”
Tangxi Li gave her no chance to speak, grabbing her and shoving her face hard into the matcha cake on the table.
“Is the cake delicious?” She pressed her down repeatedly, her eyes chillingly cold. “How arrogant you were when you pressed my mother into a cake back then. Since you enjoy shoving people into cakes so much, have your fill!”
She increased her speed and force, smearing An Zhixue’s entire face with cream until she was unrecognizable.
“Bitch… mmm… you… mmm… will… mmm… die badly…”
“I don’t care if I die well or not, even if I rot on the streets.” Tangxi Li laughed wildly.
Simultaneously, as if she had eyes on her back, she swiftly reached out and caught Gu Yuqing by the neck just as she had taken half a step to escape, pulling her back effortlessly.
“Ms. Gu, why are you running? How could we have such fun without you?”
Gu Yuqing’s face turned red from being choked, veins bulging at her temples.
She slapped at Tangxi Li’s hands, trying to break free, but the other’s strength was frustratingly immense.
“Tangxi Li, am I not your opponent? Shouldn’t opponents be treated with some dignity?”
Hearing this, Tangxi Li looked surprised, her sparkling eyes shifting. “Did I give Ms. Gu such an illusion?”
She was utterly amazed, mocking, “Sorry, but you’re far from qualified to be my opponent. You’re just a fish waiting to be slaughtered.”
Her pale finger pointed around the living room. “And them too, all of them.”
“Your ‘blessings’… hahaha…” She laughed. “Are yet to come…”
After saying this, she slapped Gu Yuqing twice across the face and tossed her aside neatly.
Across the room, An Minghe watched as his entire family was beaten one by one, his blood pressure soaring. “You rebellious brat! Do you really think I can’t do anything about you?”
Tangxi Li’s eyes turned sharp. She placed her hands on the table, agilely vaulted over the tea table, and landed a heavy punch directly on his nose.
Two streams of blood instantly gushed from An Minghe’s nostrils.
As he raised his hand to cover his nose, his face was struck with two slaps before his hand even reached it.
“Bastard, now it’s your turn for this overwhelming ‘fortune’.”
Tangxi Li grabbed his tie and dragged him, slamming his head against the marble tabletop.
“Bang! Bang!”
Once, twice, three times…
Her movements were ruthless and swift, extremely brutal.
The dull thuds were clearly audible even amidst the wails, making everyone present’s hearts pound up and down, up and down.
Yet, her face showed no trace of ferocity, a faint smile always playing on her lips.
She looked as relaxed as a guest who had come for a visit.
An Minghe was dazed from the impacts, his vision blurry, face covered in blood, nearly fainting.
Old Madam An watched in terror, wanting to intervene but afraid of ending up the same. She shouted furiously, “Call the police, old man, call the police quickly! She’s a madwoman…”
Old Master An was both shocked and enraged. He took out his phone, dialed 110, about to call the police.
However, considering something, he ultimately didn’t make the call.
Family shame should not be publicized. Even ordinary families care about face, let alone wealthy families like theirs who cannot afford even a hint of scandal.The whole family was beaten to a pulp by a weak woman, left crawling on the ground searching for their teeth—if word of this got out, it would be the biggest joke ever!
He had underestimated her—this woman was practically insane!
Not far away, An Minghui saw his eldest brother on the verge of being killed. In a moment of desperation, he grabbed a baseball bat and charged forward.