The Young Matriarch-Chapter 425 - My Hand Is Sore from All the Drawing
Chapter 425: Chapter 425: My Hand Is Sore from All the Drawing
Chapter 425 -425: My Hand Is Sore from All the Drawing
The Family Heads of the eight great clans were of varying ages, some as elderly as others were young like Qi Mo.
Though their ages differed, their status remained equal.
The other great families’ heads wouldn’t dare lay a finger on Tang Ke—dared this Miss Bai?
And to administer a hundred lashes?
No… it can’t be possible, surely this is just a scare tactic, right?
“Crack—”
The horsewhip swiftly descended from the air, fiercely striking Tang Ke and making an exceedingly grating sound.
Duan Xingye swallowed nervously and, steeling himself, said, “1…”
Bai Chuwei’s whip rose and fell, her eyes as cold as Arctic frost: “This lash is for your disregard of Tang Family’s centuries-old stance, persecuting Liu Family!”
“This lash is for the time you audaciously trifled with your ancestor!”
Duan Xingye: “…2.”
“This lash is for treating the ancestral Sky City like your personal residence!”
“…”
In the great hall, just a few types of sounds interwove—
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Tang Ke’s cries of agony, Bai Chuwei’s chilling voice, the sound of the whip striking flesh, and Duan Xingye’s increasingly numb count.
Bai Chuwei wielded her whip mercilessly, without any hesitation, making Tang Ke beg for mercy almost wishing for death!
Wang Jiani snapped out of her shock, hastily tugging at the sleeve of the director and whispered, “Shouldn’t we… shouldn’t we call the police?”
At this rate, won’t President Tang be beaten to death?
The butler smiled faintly and said, “Don’t worry, the young lady knows when to stop.”
Everyone nearly spat blood at this statement, she knows when to stop?
This is called knowing when to stop?
Are you blind, old man?
How many lashes has it been? And she still ‘knows when to stop’?
Duan Xingye reported numbly, “It’s 88 now.”
Tang Ke glared at Bai Chuwei resentfully and called out weakly, “I, I will definitely make you, pay, you’ll see, I…”
Suddenly, Tang Ke’s eyelids fluttered, and he fainted.
Bai Chuwei threw the whip to the ground and said indifferently, “He won’t die. Drag him out.”
“The remaining twelve lashes, I’ll wait for him to come by himself before whipping him again!”
Everybody’s scalp tingled at her audacity… Dare President Tang come by himself to be whipped again? He’s not a fool; why would he seek out abuse, voluntarily?
And he’s not a patient with a mental illness.
The butler couldn’t care less as he cheerfully directed people to throw Tang Ke out of the Sky City mansion like trash.
The atmosphere within the hall remained chillingly silent, exceptionally eerie.
Bai Chuwei settled onto the plush, high-end sofa, rubbed her wrist and sighed, “My hand is aching from all that whipping.”
“Pfft—”
Someone couldn’t hold back their laughter.
Your hand is aching? Do you have any idea what you’ve done to President Tang?
The butler offered tea with a chuckle, “Miss, have some tea and rest.”
Everyone: “…!!!”
You really are fearless, aren’t you?
Su Ruan wrapped her arms around herself, looking at Bai Chuwei somewhat fearfully, and asked softly, “Classmate Bai… won’t President Tang be in trouble?”
She feared that if something really happened to Tang Ke, Bai Chuwei would be held accountable.
Classmate Bai had such a bright future ahead of her; she couldn’t afford to go to jail over this.
Bai Chuwei took a casual sip of her tea and asked carelessly, “Did you see any wounds on his body?”
Everyone was taken aback.
Wounds?
“If the hospital can’t determine where the wounds are, then what does it have to do with me?”
Everyone belatedly remembered… Bai Chuwei had administered ninety lashes with such severity, yet there was no scent of blood despite the western-style suit being shredded by her whip…
