Chapter 123: Fifty Jumps and a Video Recording!

It seems that when Assistant Tang said they would break the Young Master’s limbs, it was neither an exaggeration nor a joke! The richest man, after all, is still that ruthless, sinister tycoon who shows no mercy even to his own blood!

Bai Lu instinctively moved behind Huo Yanfang, seeking shelter.

The Young Master, kneeling on the ground, lifted his head and glanced at her with a fearless, almost cocky expression. But Bai Lu could see through it all—it was just a bluff to hide his fear.

In truth, the Young Master was trembling with fright.

The tycoon said coldly, “Don’t hold back. Handle him however you see fit. A good-for-nothing loser who only knows how to indulge in debauchery and use the Huo family’s name to bully others—let him be ruined, so be it.”

Bai Lu hesitated, then said, “Uh, Mr. Huo, maybe we don’t need to rush into punishing him. Could I ask the Young Master why he wanted to teach me a lesson? I don’t even know him. Why would he cause me to be investigated?”

Finally, she brought up the matter.

Huo Yanfang sighed lightly and skirted around the truth, explaining, “I didn’t tell you before because I was worried it would upset you.”

Bai Lu let out a soft laugh, tinged with mockery. “So it turns out Wu Liping didn’t just betray me once—she planned to betray me many times over. Well, no wonder. Without cruelty and ruthlessness, she wouldn’t be Wu Liping.”

Huo Yanfang said nothing, merely rubbing her head gently.

“I’m fine, really,” she smiled sweetly, making her pain all the more palpable. “I’m just the cash cow for the Shen family. I see it clearly now—I don’t want to be their tool to rake in money anymore, so they want to destroy me. I just didn’t expect Wu Liping to be so vicious. I guess I gave her too much credit, didn’t I?”

From the dining room came the muffled sobs of Aunt Li.

Leaning against the corner, Ye Songqian sighed with sympathy, “Those beasts!”

Her head bowed, the immortal man gently stroked her hair.

The tycoon wore a mask, his expression unreadable.

Assistant Tang, who had long known the truth, clenched his teeth.

But what about the kneeling Young Master? Why was he looking at her with sympathy?

Bai Lu blinked twice, then twice again.

Everyone—was there some misunderstanding?

She really didn’t feel sad.

She only regretted that after being reborn, she was still so naive.

Facing Wu Liping, no amount of caution was too much. Yet she let her guard down. If it weren’t for Asui, she might have been destroyed by Wu Liping once again.

The outcome was even more tragic than in her previous life.

“Bai Lu, I’m sorry,” Huo Peicun lowered his head, taking the initiative. “I didn’t know… I just… I’m sorry.”

“If apologies worked, why would we need the police?” Bai Lu clenched her fists. “If I hadn’t been sold by my foster mother, would you even be apologizing? No, you only feel wronged. But what grievance do you really have? Mr. Huo punishing you is because you were in the wrong. It has nothing to do with me or anyone else. Yet you blame others and recklessly act like the Huo family’s Young Master, doing whatever you please.”

She pointed to her chest. “Yesterday, you pushed me off the fifth deck. If I’d been unlucky, I could have hit my head and suffered lasting damage, or fallen face-first and been disfigured, never able to act again. If luck had been worse, I might have fallen onto the pier or been sucked into the cruise ship’s engine and drowned. I could have died. Do you understand that?”

Hearing the words “I could have died,” Huo Yanfang’s breath caught.

Bai Lu continued, “You don’t care because you’re the Huo family’s Sixth Young Master. Even if you killed someone, the family would protect you. Send you abroad to lay low for a few years, then you’d come back to continue being the Young Master.”

Huo Peicun suddenly raised his head, clenching his jaw so tightly the muscles stood out. “What do you want?”

The tycoon snatched the family discipline rod from Assistant Tang’s hand and struck down hard. “Still not satisfied, huh? Lower your head properly!”

Huo Peicun bowed his head and endured the blows, one after another.

At some point, he bit down hard and tasted the metallic, bloody bitterness in his mouth.

He knew—he was utterly terrified, shaking all over.

Though Huo Yanfang was his mother’s cousin and his uncle, how much feeling did he have left for his own blood?

The answer was: none at all.

Because the ones who killed Huo Yanfang’s parents were those very relatives.

Huo Yanfang never showed mercy when he struck at the Huo family.

Not just his uncles, but his grandparents, great-uncles, great-aunts, cousins—

In short, the Huo family’s main branch had been wiped out by Huo Yanfang, leaving only him and his mother.

Those blood relatives had all died by Huo Yanfang’s hand.

The Huo family’s collateral branches, unable to touch the core of the family’s wealth, had unwittingly escaped disaster. Now they lived in fear, constantly watching Huo Yanfang’s face and trying to survive.

Yes, they had brought this upon themselves, but this showed just how ruthless Huo Yanfang was.

Kill him? Huo Yanfang wouldn’t even blink.

The only blood relative Huo Yanfang cared about was his mother—not this illegitimate son who wasn’t even recognized by the Huo family.

Huo Peicun held his breath, awaiting Bai Lu’s judgment.

“I’ve long since decided not to be humane,” Bai Lu’s voice was chilling as it came from above him. “Whoever harms me, I’ll repay tenfold, a hundredfold, a thousandfold.”

His uncle said, “Whatever you say. Tang—”

“Assistant Tang, remember to record a video for me!” Bai Lu’s sweet voice cut him off.

Assistant Tang asked, “Record a video?”

“Yes! Have the Sixth Young Master jump off the deck—fifty times! Not one less! I won’t be satisfied otherwise.”

Huo Peicun raised his head and saw her tilting it, waving her hands repeatedly. “What are you waiting for, Assistant Tang? Hurry up and take the Young Master to jump off the deck!”

Her face, faintly beautiful, still bore traces of girlish innocence.

“Ah? Oh, okay!” Assistant Tang grabbed Huo Peicun by the collar.

“Mr. Huo, you said to leave him to me. The seawater’s cold; doing fifty jumps might cause lasting injuries. Don’t blame me then.”

Huo Peicun couldn’t help but glance back.

The girl poked her head from behind the man’s shoulder, pressing her hands together in a pleading gesture toward his uncle.

The fear hidden in her eyes was all too familiar.

Because that fear was the genuine emotion she could not conceal when facing her uncle—the tycoon.

So afraid of her uncle, yet still—

Assistant Tang tossed him aside. “Walk yourself.”

Huo Peicun lowered his eyelids, his expression dark and unreadable. A sinister smirk curled at the corner of his lips, chilling to behold.

Once the door closed, the tycoon in the wheelchair leisurely beckoned to her. “Come here.”

Bai Lu didn’t want to go; she was frightened.

But the immortal man gently poked her cheek, smiling softly as he whispered, “Don’t be afraid. Go.”

Sigh.

In this household, the tycoon’s word was law.

No one dared to disobey.

Asui, always by the tycoon’s side handling affairs, must have a hard time living here too.