Chapter Twenty-Three: How Dare You Hit Me?

“Damn it, you’re poor and don’t even have the humility that comes with it. People like you are the ones who deserve to die most.”

“But she was unreasonable first and wanted to cripple my hands and legs. I didn’t provoke her,” Ling Feng said innocently.

“What? She wanted to cripple you? That’s exactly right. Don’t you know? None of Jiangzhou’s four great families are reasonable. Miss Li is the beloved daughter of Chairman Li Hao. Forget about your limbs—if she wanted your head, you’d have to hand it over without complaint. She’s already being lenient with you, and you don’t even know to be grateful. You should be kneeling to thank Miss Li right now.”

Zhang Shaolong turned and smiled at Li Xinjie. “Xinjie, not to criticize you, but you’re too kind. Spoiling these paupers only makes them more shameless.”

“Hmph, I, Li Xinjie, will never allow a pauper to offend me.”

“Kneeling isn’t enough. I want you to lick my shoes clean.”

“You miserable wretch, these shoes cost one hundred and fifty thousand. You’ve probably never even seen shoes like these in your life. Being allowed to lick them is enough to bring honor to your ancestors. Take them home, put them in your ancestral hall, and let your whole family worship them day and night,” Li Xinjie said arrogantly, arms crossed.

“I didn’t provoke you. Just because I’m poor, you want me to kneel to you? Is that how you treat me?”

“That’s right. Poverty is a crime. You idiot, you’re finally getting it!” Zhang Shaolong laughed loudly.

Li Xinjie: “You have three seconds…”

Smack!

Before three seconds had passed, Ling Feng slapped her hard across the face.

Zhang Shaolong: “…”

Li Xinjie: “…”

“You… you… are you insane? How dare you hit me?” After a long moment, Li Xinjie touched her swollen cheek, stunned, unable to process what had just happened.

Never mind the pain—what shocked Li Xinjie most was the sheer audacity. In Jiangzhou, who would dare slap the eldest daughter of the Li family?

Smack! Smack!

Ling Feng struck again, right and left, landing four more slaps in quick succession. Blood sprayed from Li Xinjie’s nose, and two teeth dropped from her mouth.

“In truth, I hit you to see if a rich person’s mouth can spit out ivory. Turns out, it can’t. Just like everyone else,” Ling Feng said, lips curling in a wicked smile.

“You—how dare you hit me again, you pauper?”

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes at her. “Say another word and I’ll kill you.”

Li Xinjie wanted to assert herself, to threaten Ling Feng with her status as a daughter of a powe