"Those words are just to trick children."
She was a maid who came to the villa later, and it has been five years now.
At least, she had never seen the young master's relatives here.
Those words can only deceive the young master.
At least, everyone else in the villa knew it very well.
Qiu Ruochu paused. How could this be?
Mingming's grandfather and father both told him that his relative was just sick.
She just wants to recuperate.
A surge of anger suddenly rose in his heart, and he shouted angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
The clear voice of a child interrupted their conversation.
The two were stunned, then both knelt on the ground.
"Master, I know I was wrong." Meng'er begged for mercy, "Please, don't tell my wife about this."
The girl cried pitifully, tears streaming down her face almost instantly.
But Qiu Ruchu could see clearly that there was no regret in her eyes.
Just be thankful.
Why? Was it just a child like him who was glad to hear her words?
Qiu Ruochu smiled coldly, stretched out his hand and took out the whip around his waist, and swung it hard.
Meng'er screamed, covered her bloody face with her hands, and rolled on the ground in pain.
Another maidservant next to her was so frightened that she knelt on the ground, looking at Qiu Ruochu with terrified eyes.
The whip that Qiu Ruochu got was given to him by his grandfather.
It was completely black, a kind of black with scarlet tints, and covered with tons of tiny thorns.
The best weapon he has is a whip.
Looking at the maidservant screaming in front of him, Qiu Ruochu still felt unsatisfied.
He whipped the woman hard on the back again.
Now, the woman didn't even have the strength to roll over.
I could only fall to the ground and groan weakly.
Without that pretty face, I won't be able to stand up again. Now, how can you take care of me?
Qiu Ruochu did it on purpose.
It doesn't matter where the whip hits, but he always wants to hit the thing that women care about most first.
Didn't she think that she could seduce her father just because she was good-looking?
Now, without that face, what is left of her?
Humph, still thinking about taking care of him.
How to take care of a disabled person?
Meng'er's wailing attracted the attention of others.
In fact, someone noticed this when she screamed after her face was disfigured.
However, no one dared to step forward.
Instead, someone rushed to the main courtyard to inform the master and his mistress.
They felt a little scared when they saw Meng'er rolling around on the ground.
What's more, the young master is holding a whip in his hand.
They all knew that the young master was very strong, and they probably wouldn't be able to withstand a whipping from him.
When Qiu Ruochu swung the whip for the second time, everyone's faces changed.
Injuring and killing are two completely different concepts.
No one had ever thought that the crying young master would be so cruel.
I don’t know how this dream provoked him.
When Qiu Ruochu had seen enough of Meng'er's miserable condition, he left with satisfaction.
She only had one or two breaths left.
The ground, which was usually clean, was now stained with blood.
When the housekeeper called a doctor to check on her, he was told that she had stopped breathing.
The housekeeper was stunned. How could the young master be so heavy-handed?
This matter cannot be concealed even if one wants to.
So when Qiu Ruochu returned to the yard, a servant came to report and asked him to go to his grandfather and grandfather.
He knew the reason himself.
In fact, Qiu Ruochu knew how much strength he was using, and he could also control it.
After all, he also knew that if he hurt the maid, his grandfather might just scold him.
If he was beaten to death, it would probably be a punishment.
But why should we sue?
He was born as the young master of Mingjian Villa, and his father is the current leader of the martial arts world.
Why should he consider the feelings of a maid?
Qiu Ruochu didn't think he had done anything wrong.
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