Transmigrated into a Regret-Flow Story? Starting with a Hundred Pulls—Pure Satisfaction!

Ever since the Tang family's real young master was taken back, Wang Mei had been regularly receiving hush money from the Tang family and living a wealthy life.

Wang Dafu, Wang Mei's younger brother, had been her accomplice eighteen years ago. After Wang Mei carried the infant Tang Qingmo out of the Tang household, it was him who had been responsible for throwing the baby into a garbage dump!

After Wang Mei received money from the Tang family, he too bought a house in a neighboring residential complex, settled down in Demon City, got married, and had children—living quite a comfortable life.

Whenever he had free time, Wang Dafu would often come over to his sister's place to see if he could freeload a lunch before leaving.

But today, he felt that something about the apartment was… off.

Clearly it was his sister's home, yet something felt wrong.

And when he called Wang Mei's phone, no one answered—making the unease in his heart grow even stronger.

In the end, he shook his head.

This was one of the safest residential complexes in the city center, with top-tier security. How could any outsider break in?

Suppressing the strange feeling, he took out the spare key he had been given and opened the door.

"Mm—!!"

However, the moment he opened it, a violent force suddenly surged from inside, yanking him brutally into the apartment before the door slammed shut behind him.

Wang Dafu was thrown inside by some unseen force. As the sound of the closing door echoed, his heart jolted.

Before he could even think, he saw his sister lying nearby—her limbs twisted unnaturally, her face distorted.

"Ahhh!! Sis—sis!!"

Wang Mei could no longer move. After having her arms and legs broken earlier, Tang Qingmo had used some unknown method to heal her—only to repeatedly break them again.

Now she was utterly exhausted, barely managing to weakly spit out a few words to Wang Dafu:

"Run…"

"Sis…"

"Run… now…"

This time, Wang Dafu heard her clearly.

Of course he wanted to run!

But Tang Qingmo was already standing before him. With a single kick, he sent Wang Dafu crashing to the ground, then stomped viciously on his abdomen.

"Ugh—!!"

An intense wave of nausea surged up Wang Dafu's throat.

Painful. Suffocating.

"Wang Dafu. Wang Mei's younger brother. Eighteen years ago, after Wang Mei carried the Tang family's newborn young master out of the house, you were responsible for throwing him into a garbage dump outside the residential area. After that, you returned to the countryside with Wang Mei."

"Eighteen years later, when the Tang family's young master was recognized and brought back, because your sister received reward money from the Tang family, you came back to Demon City to settle down…"

"You're now married, with one son and one daughter. Because you receive money regularly, you don't work and spend your days loafing around…"

!!!

Wang Dafu was completely stunned.

Who was it!?

Who could possibly know his entire life story so clearly!?

The moment he realized the other party knew he had participated in kidnapping the Tang family's young master eighteen years ago, his face turned deathly pale.

"Y-you… who are you…?"

"You can't even recognize me—the victim?" Tang Qingmo deliberately dragged out the last word.

Then his foot pressed down even harder on Wang Dafu's abdomen.

"Gah—!!"

This time, the force was so great that Wang Dafu vomited bile.

But compared to the pain, what shocked him more were Tang Qingmo's words.

So… this man was that baby from back then? The Tang family's real young master!?

Impossible!!

Hadn't his sister said that even after being taken back, the real young master was despised by the Tang family?

Even though the matter of the real and fake young masters had been blowing up these past two days, his sister had repeatedly confirmed with Tang Xianxi that the Tang family still treated her son as their own!

Then why was Tang Qingmo here!?

But Tang Qingmo clearly had no intention of listening. With a sharp kick, he shattered Wang Dafu's left leg.

"Ahhh!!"

Wang Dafu immediately clutched his leg, collapsing to the ground in agony.

Tang Qingmo, however, calmly stepped forward, clearly intending to cripple his other leg as well.

"T-Tang… Young Master Tang… if you do this to my sister and me, aren't you afraid we'll tell Old Master Tang?"

Because Tang Xianxi had once told his sister that Tang Qingmo was weak-willed and extremely concerned about the Tang family's opinion of him, Wang Dafu believed that mentioning the Tang family would make him stop.

But Tang Qingmo ignored him completely.

With a burst of force, he kicked Wang Dafu's right leg.

Crack!

The bone snapped violently.

"AAAAHHHH—!!!"

"Who did you say you were going to tell?" Tang Qingmo asked with amusement as he looked down at Wang Dafu.

"Tell my family?"

"No… you should be reporting to the police and getting all you kidnappers arrested!"

"!!!"

Those words stunned both Wang Dafu—and Wang Mei lying on the floor.

Tang Qingmo continued calmly:

"Come to think of it, I once noticed that my dear sisters were pretty close to Tang Xianxi… when they were together."

"Why do you think that is?"

Wang Mei: !?

"Before I came back, they always interacted as proper siblings. But their behavior didn't look like that of ordinary brothers and sisters at all. That's rather strange, don't you think?"

Tang Qingmo slowly walked up to Wang Mei, squatted down, grabbed her hair again, and yanked her head up.

"Do you know something?"

"I… I…"

By now, Wang Mei had been beaten until her body was covered in injuries. She couldn't even speak properly.

"Oh—sorry. I forgot to help you fix your injuries first~" Tang Qingmo laughed lightly.

At the same time, blood-qi gathered in his palm as he activated the 'Restoration' skill he had learned earlier.

"N-no—!!"

The moment the blood-qi flowed into Wang Mei's body, her eyes flew open in agony. Damaged cells inside her body were forcibly regenerated—followed immediately by excruciating pain!

"Ah… Young Master… I'm sorry… p-please… spare me…"

After being healed once again, Wang Mei knelt and kowtowed desperately, overwhelmed by pain.

From earlier until now, she had been beaten to the brink of death—then healed—then beaten again—over and over!

This cycle of torment made her feel that death would be far kinder.

Tang Qingmo only found it amusing.

He slapped her face hard.

Slap—!!

"Ah!"

The face that had just been restored was twisted again, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

"Hahaha! Didn't you teach your son from early on to get close to my dear sisters?"

"You wanted them to fall in love with him, didn't you?"

"You actually succeeded with two of them."

"So instead of begging me, how about I call Tang Feifei and Tang Xuerong over and see if they can come save you?"

!?

H-how did he know that!?