Feng Zhiyi calmly looked at Feng Qiulan, glancing at her with disdain, her eyes cold and indifferent. "Feng Qiulan, do you still remember what I said to you yesterday?"

"I told you, you'd better be quiet and don't come jumping around in front of me, otherwise I will let you know why the flowers are so red!"

"What...what are you going to do?"

Feng Qiulan instinctively stepped back, but unfortunately both of her arms were broken, making it difficult for her to move. This step back caused her to scream in pain again.

Feng Zhiyi smiled, quite pleased with her current fearful expression.

"Of course I will—beat you!"

After saying that, he slapped her repeatedly across the face.

He used all his strength in every palm strike.

As a result, Feng Qiulan's already somewhat swollen face was beaten into the shape of a steamed bun.

"I can't control how you act arrogantly and domineeringly elsewhere, but if you dare to come to my house and flaunt your power, or covet things that don't belong to you, then that's unacceptable!"

The girl's voice was clear and pleasant, and her unhurried tone sounded like a death warrant to Feng Qiulan's ears.

In particular, Feng Zhiyi's icy aura was like a hook that beckoned souls.

Once the hook is pulled out, death is certain!

"I, I... I didn't come to your house to make trouble. Qinghua and I were just passing by. Yes, just passing by..."

Feng Qiulan was so frightened that she swallowed hard, her spine tingling. She explained in silence, feeling a chill run down her spine as Feng Zhiyi stared at her.

At this moment, she had long lost her former arrogance and domineering look. She only felt that Feng Zhiyi in front of her was so terrifying, like a ghost crawling out of hell, who could take her life at any time!

Moreover, she clearly felt that her stepsister was different. The timid Feng Zhiyi from before seemed to have suddenly become a being more terrifying than a ghost.

In the past, she was the one who bullied Feng Zhiyi, and Feng Zhiyi could only hide in the corner and cry secretly.

But now.

Instead, she was slapped repeatedly by Feng Zhiyi and both her arms were broken...

"You're just passing by, and you've actually walked quite a distance! You managed to stroll all the way from Honghe Village to Qinghe Village on the other side of the river. Next time, you might as well just stroll into the river. Of course, if you could stroll all the way underground, that would be even better!"

Wouldn’t it be so nice to go and have tea with the King of Hell?

Feng Zhiyi was quite amused by Feng Qiulan's lame excuse. Even a three-year-old knows that it takes half an hour to walk from Honghe Village to Qinghe Village.

But she's fine.

Even the excuse they came up with was utterly terrible.

Feng Qiulan was so angry that she vomited blood.

Isn't she just cursing herself to die?

But she was angry but dared not say anything, for fear that Feng Zhiyi would go crazy and break her legs again.

Feng Zhiyi glanced at her, then leaned down, raised his hand and lifted her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye.

Do you want me to help you put your arm back in?

"I want to! Please take it back for me."

Feng Qiulan originally wanted to say no, that she could go directly to the hospital and have a doctor take her back, because she didn't want to ask Feng Zhiyi for help. But under Feng Zhiyi's ambiguous smile, a bad premonition instantly struck, and the words of asking for help came out in an instant.

"OK!"

At this moment, Feng Zhiyi agreed very readily.

A bright smile even bloomed on her face.

Feng Qiulan and Lan Guixiang, who were standing nearby, breathed a sigh of relief when they saw her nod in agreement.

However--

The next second.

They then realized how early they had breathed a sigh of relief and how wrong they had been.

Feng Zhiyi lifted Feng Qiulan's arm and fiddled with it casually, then immediately said it was wrong, it was connected incorrectly, and he had to do it again.

Then, under Feng Qiulan's screams and howls, it was dismantled and reassembled.

They repeatedly disassembled and reassembled themselves.

He treated Feng Qiulan like a senseless rag doll and fiddled with her at will.

Just as Feng Qiulan was about to faint, Feng Zhiyi finally showed mercy and was willing to let her go, reattaching her arm.

Feng Qiulan collapsed to the ground, her pupils dilated, tears and snot streaming down her face uncontrollably.

She was panting heavily, still reeling from the shock, when she was once again so startled by the girl's sweet voice that she dared not even breathe.

"Feng Qiulan, are you feeling comfortable? Hmm?"

Feng Zhiyi played with his fingers, looked at Feng Qiulan with contempt, and asked in a light and slow voice.

"I......"

Feng Qiulan instinctively shivered and dared not utter a single word, especially when she met those smiling eyes.

"I...I was wrong..."

They're quick to admit their mistakes, aren't they?

Feng Zhiyi curled his lips, looked at Feng Qiulan, who had lost all her color, bent down slightly, patted her face, and whispered.

"I still say the same thing. If you want to live a good life, remember to stay away from me when you see me next time."

"Otherwise, I'll ruin you!"

"You may not know this, but sometimes living is more painful than dying. If you don't believe me, you're welcome to come find me anytime!"

Only a fool would come looking for you!

Feng Qiulan roared wildly in her heart.

"Alright, your arm's back in place, now get the hell out of here!"

Feng Zhiyi shook her hands and looked at Feng Qiulan, who was like a puddle of mud. There was a moment of resentment in her eyes. She was really shameless. After just a dozen slaps, her hands were already sore.

Thinking of this, Feng Zhiyi glanced at her again quietly.

"This is your wedding gift. No need to thank me. After all, I love helping others!"

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