Chapter 53.2 : Tang Xianxi Had Long Known He Was a Fake Brother! (Part 2)
Tang Qingmo threw another punch—this time knocking Wang Dafu flat onto the floor.
Then came punch after punch, the dull, meaty sounds of fists striking flesh echoing nonstop through the room!
"N–no… ah… help… he–help…!"
Wang Dafu was completely unable to resist, forced to lie there as Tang Qingmo mercilessly beat him!
Tang Qingmo didn't hold back at all—every punch sent flesh and blood flying!
Large amounts of blood splattered everywhere, staining Tang Qingmo's fists.
"Ah… ah…"
Wang Dafu's consciousness began to blur. His body convulsed violently, as if he were on the verge of death!
"No—Young Master Tang… please stop… he'll die…"
Seeing her brother about to be beaten to death, Wang Mei begged in grief.
And Tang Qingmo actually stopped.
He widened his eyes and looked at her with a deep, unsettling smile.
"!!!"
Wang Mei was instantly terrified by that expression.
"Relax. You'll be becoming in-laws with me soon. How could I kill you at a time like this?"
As he spoke, Tang Qingmo cheerfully extended his palm and cast the 'Restoration' skill on Wang Dafu's body.
"Ah… no—!!"
Damaged cells and torn wounds were forcibly healed, causing Wang Dafu to convulse in agony that was worse than death.
Tears and saliva spilled uncontrollably—it was disgusting to look at.
Bang—!
The sound annoyed Tang Qingmo. He kicked him again.
"Ah! Save me… Sis!"
Wang Dafu screamed in terror, behaving like a terrified forty-year-old child as he scrambled behind his badly injured sister for protection.
But Wang Mei was completely stunned by Tang Qingmo's earlier words and didn't even respond to him.
"Young Master… just now you said… in-laws…"
In-laws?
Tang Qingmo took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from his hands, smiling as he said,
"Your son is very lucky."
"A few days ago, my dear Fourth Sister went climbing walls and accidentally fell from the third floor—she's paralyzed now! So I'm handing her over to your son."
Even though it concerned his own sister's safety, Tang Qingmo spoke as if he were telling a joke—his tone light and cheerful!
!!!
"What!?"
Wang Mei was completely shocked.
He said the Fourth Young Lady was paralyzed… and she was being handed over to her son!?
She was already paralyzed! How could her son possibly take that on?!
"What? As a kidnapper, your son gets to marry a Tang family heiress—and you still feel wronged?"
Tang Qingmo sneered, patting Wang Mei's face mockingly.
"Did you really think that counterfeit of yours could still become the Liu family's prized son-in-law?"
"N–no… it's not that…"
Wang Mei broke down in tears of fear.
Tang Qingmo continued lightly slapping her cheek, each sound crisp and clear, his smile still dazzling.
"You'll soon be my family. So… today's little visit—
you won't be telling my parents, my sisters, or Tang Xianxi about it, right?"
"I… I…"
Wang Mei's heart pounded as her eyes darted around frantically.
She felt like she couldn't breathe, as if fresh air was no longer reaching her lungs!
Tang Qingmo spoke calmly,
"Of course, you can tell them if you want. It's just that I can't guarantee what your son's future in the Tang family will look like."
"!?"
"You wouldn't want your precious son to roll out in a wheelchair alongside Tang Feifei on their wedding day, would you~?"
At this point, Tang Qingmo was a terrifying demon in Wang Mei's eyes. Ignoring her own pain, she cried out desperately:
"No! Young Master Tang!"
"You can do anything you want to me! Please… please spare Xianxi!"
As expected—her love for her son ran deep.
Wang Mei had committed countless evil deeds, but her love for her child was the one thing that was real.
Tang Qingmo smiled brightly.
"I already told you—we're going to be one family soon. As long as you and Wang Dafu behave yourselves, I guarantee I won't lay a hand on Tang Xianxi before the wedding~"
"..."
Those words—spoken like a ghost's whisper—sent chills crawling down Wang Mei's spine.