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Wen Qi crossed her legs and watched her pretend with great interest.

Go ahead and pretend.

Let's see what you can keep up the act.

Bodyguards carried in a stretcher. Lu Jisheng lay on the stretcher, his body wrapped in bandages, and his face still bore the slap mark from Wen Qi.

His eyes were filled with humiliation and anger.

Wen Wen followed closely behind, occasionally touching the stretcher with both hands.

That gentle and considerate demeanor—it's true love.

Wen Qi slowly stood up, exuding an aura of power.

Wang Cui leaned against the maid, and when she saw Wen Qi stand up, she shuddered.

She subconsciously leaned closer to the maid next to her.

Wen Qi didn't bother with her acting and walked straight towards Lu Jisheng's stretcher.

The bodyguards carrying the stretcher stopped, and the bodyguard in front reached out a hand to stop them: "Step back."

Retreat?

Wen Qi scoffed and slapped him across the face.

The force was astonishing; it sent the bodyguard flying, causing him to fall to the ground and remain unable to get up for a long time.

"Splash!"

One end of the stretcher landed on the ground.

Lu Jisheng slid awkwardly down the stretcher.

"Brother Jisheng!" Wen Wen cried out, squatting down next to Lu Jisheng to help him up.

Her eyes instantly welled up with tears, and she panicked—

Seeing this, Wang Cui's dizziness vanished, and she staggered over to them.

"Jisheng, Jisheng, does it hurt?"

Lu Jisheng's face was contorted in pain, and he couldn't recover for a long time, cold sweat pouring down his face.

The bodyguard, who had been slapped to the ground, lay on his side.

He covered his cheek tightly with one hand, completely stunned by the slap, his mind buzzing.

A burning pain shot through my cheek; this woman was incredibly strong.

He even felt that the bones in his face were slightly misaligned.

Lu Jisheng felt as if his bones were falling apart, covered in cold sweat, and stared up at Wen Qi: "What's wrong with you...?"

Wen Qi: "Your mom won't make me coffee."

Lu Jisheng: "...?"

Wang Cui: "...?"

Wen Wen: "?"

Three big faces, three faces of utter bewilderment.

Wen Qi walked over, bent down, and slapped Lu Jisheng twice across the face.

Two crisp, loud "snap" sounds.

Her cheeks, which were already swollen, became even more swollen now...!

Lu Jisheng's vision went black from the beating, and he was filled with boundless rage: "Wen Qi, are you sick in the head?"

Wen Qi tilted her head, smiled, and raised her hand.

Lu Jisheng instinctively shrank his neck and closed his eyes.

Wen Qi gently patted his face twice: "It's your mom's fault for not making me coffee."

Lu Jisheng opened his eyes and met Wen Qi's ambiguous smile. He immediately felt embarrassed, humiliated, and furious: "Ah... Wen Qi!!"

That's simply incomprehensible.

Who's going to take care of this lunatic?!

Wang Cui was also furious, stammering, "Wen Qi, you...you've gone too far! Just because of a cup of coffee, you hit my son like this, you..."

He ultimately didn't dare to utter the swear words.

Wen Qi gave her a cold glance.

He then bent down, grabbed Lu Jisheng by the collar, and pulled him up slightly.

The force was so great that Lu Jisheng could hardly breathe. She leaned close to Lu Jisheng's ear, her tone a mix of teasing and threat: "I'm a very filial person. What if I accidentally beat your mother to death? That wouldn't be good, right?"

So, if they make me angry, please bear with them. I also want to be a good and responsible daughter-in-law.

Lu Jisheng was held by the collar and couldn't move. His neck was choked painfully, and he stared at Wen Qi with a fierce look.

Upon hearing this, Wang Cui swayed and almost fell to the ground—

Good heavens.

What terrible things has she done?

How did I end up with such a madman?

She's practically driving her son crazy.

Wen Qi released her grip on Lu Jisheng's collar and turned to look at Wang Cui: "Xiao Cui, coffee."

Wang Cui pointed at Wen Qi, her lips trembling.

Wen Qi didn't waste any words with her and turned around to slap Lu Jisheng.

With a "smack," the force was still considerable.

Lu Jisheng's cheeks were swollen again.

He groaned in pain, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Wang Cui's heart was breaking when she saw her son being beaten like that; she felt incredibly sorry for him.

Wen Qi turned her head: "Coffee."

Wang Cui didn't dare say anything more: "I'll cook it, I'll cook it, okay? Please stop hitting my son."

Wen Qi said with satisfaction: "Remember to grind it by hand, use less sugar and more milk."

Wang Cui wiped away her tears.

He cursed Wen Qi a hundred times in his heart, then turned and walked towards the kitchen—

She was truly afraid that this madman might do something terrible to her son.

As she reached the kitchen door, Wang Cui couldn't help but turn back and glare at Wen Qi.

Sin ah.

Why is my life so miserable?

Despite her scolding, she obediently went into the kitchen and dutifully started grinding coffee, afraid that if she was too slow, her son would get beaten again.

Wen Wen was already trembling with fear.

I had only one thought in my mind: I want to go home, I really want to go home.

Wen Qi looked up and glanced at Wen Wen: "You shouldn't just stand there either, go upstairs and tidy up the master bedroom for me."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jisheng became anxious and his breathless roar intensified: "Wen Qi, don't go too far!"

"Snapped!"

Wen Qi slapped him across the face.

The beating left Lu Jisheng dizzy and disoriented.

"Do you even have the right to speak here? I told her to clean up, so why are you being so nosy?"

Lu Jisheng opened his mouth, but ultimately dared not speak.

I was absolutely furious.

Wenwen was terrified, her voice trembling with tears, "I...I want to go home."

Wen Qi raised an eyebrow: "Go home? Try taking one step outside and see what happens."

Wen Wen's eyes were red, and tears fell down her cheeks, like pear blossoms in the rain.

So pitiful, it's endearing.

"Take it back." Wen Qi frowned, her expression turning cold. "Don't try to fool me. This trick might work on animals, but it won't work on humans at all."

If you don't want to get beaten, you'd better hurry up and tidy up your room.

Seeing Wen Qi's cold face, Wen Wen raised her hand to wipe away her tears, choking back sobs.

She dared not resist any longer, lowered her head, and turned to walk towards the stairs.

Wen Qi: "Remember to disinfect the whole house. If you don't clean it properly, I'll beat you to a pulp."

Wen Wen didn't dare to look back and quickened her pace upstairs.

Wen Qi turned her head and looked at a maid standing next to her: "Go and supervise her cleaning."

The maid paused for a moment, then subconsciously glanced in the direction of the kitchen.

He glanced again at Wen Qi's cold eyes, his expression hesitant—

Wen Qi raised an eyebrow: "What, does my word not carry weight?"

The servant was very loyal to the Lu family. She walked towards the kitchen, seemingly to ask Wang Cui a question.

Wang Cui secretly turned around and whispered something to the maid.

The maid nodded and went upstairs.

Wen Qi laughed at the sight.

They were all truly loyal servants.

These people, whose masters are bad, all follow them as bad.

That way, she can relax and tidy up together.

Lu Jisheng lay on the ground, his hands clenched into fists, so angry that he was speechless.

In front of Wen Wen, he completely lost all his dignity and self-respect.