Chapter 300: Eat Some Chili and Then You Can Leave

Ling Nuonuo saw Song Yinyin being beaten and quickly hugged Ling Hanyu tightly, but she wasn’t afraid—on the contrary, she pressed her little face right up against Ling Hanyu’s, looking quite strange.

Song Qingtian watched with great curiosity.

Song Yinyin stared at Song Qingtian, her head spinning and her temples throbbing, so much so that she had already forgotten how to speak.

Song Qingtian pushed Song Yinyin away, sat down on the table, and cast a glance at the people around Song Yinyin.

She said lightly, “I’ve told my husband long ago that we must never show mercy to our enemies. Just look at how scared my daughter is!”

The people accompanying Song Yinyin were all terrified, their faces turning pale.

They wanted to explain themselves, but after taking the money, they kept quiet.

Song Qingtian turned to Aunt Chen: “Aunt Chen…”

“Madam!”

“Bring out everything in the kitchen—food and drinks alike—that you can eat or drink.”

“Yes.”

Aunt Chen wasn’t exactly sure what Song Qingtian meant, but since Song Qingtian had given the order, she figured she’d just do as she was told.

Aunt Chen single-handedly carried out every edible and drinkable item from the kitchen.

When she set them down, they formed a big pile.

Song Qingtian spotted a bitter gourd, picked it up, and tossed it to one of the people: “Eat and drink everything here, and then I’ll let you go.”

Hearing Song Qingtian say this, the person who caught the bitter gourd looked over: “Really?”

“Really!”

Without hesitation, the four of them dropped to the ground and started eating.

As she watched them eat, Song Qingtian said, “Once you’re done, you can leave. As for you… Uncle Lin, go buy some chili peppers—red ones, and make sure they’re really, really spicy.”

“Song Qingtian, don’t even think about it!”

Song Yinyin was terrified of spicy food; she especially hated chili peppers.

Eating them easily caused internal heat and made her skin rough and prone to breakouts.

Song Yinyin refused to eat anything at all.

Song Qingtian smiled and said, “If you won’t eat, I’ll beat you to death! You dare to shout at me in my own home and still expect to walk away as if nothing happened? No way!”

Song Yinyin hurriedly turned to Ling Hanyu: “Jiefu… please, I’m begging you, let me go!”

“Begging him is useless—you might as well beg me. He only listens to me. Who are you, anyway?”

With that, Song Qingtian slapped Song Yinyin again.

To be honest, Song Qingtian didn’t want to do this in front of her daughter, but Song Yinyin had really gone too far. If she didn’t set a firm example in front of her daughter now, her daughter would grow up seeing Song Yinyin and becoming timid. What good would that do?

Song Yinyin collapsed onto the sofa, clutching her face.

“Song Qingtian, I’m going to fight you to the death!”

She turned around and tried to go after Song Qingtian, but Song Qingtian raised her hand and slapped her hard.

Song Yinyin lay on the sofa, stars dancing before her eyes.

Song Qingtian glanced at the people frantically gobbling down food and drinks around her, then turned back to Song Yinyin.

“Song Yinyin, you can bully me all you want, but if you bully my daughter—or my husband—you’ll have to pay the price.”

Song Yinyin lay motionless on the sofa while Uncle Lin had already gone to buy the chili peppers.

Song Qingtian looked at the people on the floor devouring everything: “Don’t throw any of it up. If you do, I’ll send you straight to jail later. I may not have much else, but I sure have plenty of money, so you’d better think carefully about your future. After all, with lots of money, you can do just about anything.”

The people remained silent and kept eating frantically.

Song Yinyin slowly came to her senses, trembling with fear as she looked at Song Qingtian.

Song Qingtian turned to Aunt Chen: “Aunt Chen, take Nuonuo to bathe, dress her up in something pretty, and then we’ll go out to dinner.”

“Yes.”

Aunt Chen hurriedly took Nuonuo away. Nuonuo leaned eagerly on Aunt Chen’s shoulder, staring wide-eyed at Song Qingtian: “Mommy…”

“We’ll be there soon, Mommy’s waiting for you… Aunt Chen, you wash up too and change into something nice, then we’ll go together.”

Aunt Chen had wanted to refuse, but when the words reached her lips, she swallowed them back.

Aunt Chen carried Nuonuo upstairs.

Song Qingtian had deliberately sent her daughter away. With her daughter out of the picture, Song Qingtian spoke up: “Song Yinyin, I’ve got video evidence of your mother having an affair. Even if Chen Jianxiu dies, it won’t affect him anymore, but plenty of people will still be very interested in what your mother has been up to.”

“You really are despicable, Song Qingtian!”

Song Yinyin glared coldly at Song Qingtian.

Song Qingtian smiled and said, “Am I despicable? Compared to those who tried to get us in a car accident, I think I’m actually quite merciful!”

Song Yinyin was taken aback: “Don’t slander me!”

“Slander you?” Song Qingtian replied coolly. “If I’m slandering you, then fine, I’ll slander you. After all, our relationship is already like water and fire—no more, no less. What do you say?”

After saying this, Song Qingtian smiled and turned to Ling Hanyu: “Tell Secretary Yang to check what he’s doing, and then we’ll go out to dinner in a bit.”

Ling Hanyu grabbed his phone and called Yang Yifan.

At that moment, Yang Yifan had already been taken into custody by the police and was still inside the station, not yet released.

So Ling Hanyu’s call went unanswered for a long time.

No one answered, and Song Qingtian said, “If nobody answers, something must have happened. Mr. Ling, are you practicing cultivation with me and ruining your brain in the process?”

Ling Hanyu couldn’t help but laugh at this. If it weren’t for worrying about Yang Yifan, he’d have loved to tease Song Qingtian a bit.

But since Yang Yifan wasn’t answering, Ling Hanyu knew deep down that Song Qingtian was right—something had indeed happened to him.

So at that moment, he simply didn’t have the energy to worry about anything else.

End of Chapter 300: Eat Some Chili and Then You Can Leave