After Being Betrayed I Married the Glamorous CEO-Chapter 59: You Can’t Handle This Slap!

The smile on Cheng Xiaolin’s face vanished, replaced by a dark, brooding expression.

His tone was detached, carrying the immense aura of a superior. "Young man, I was hoping we could take a step back and resolve this quietly. You shouldn’t push your luck."

"I have no desire to complicate matters, but that doesn’t mean I have no temper."

Shen Fanyun laughed. "Not only do you refuse to admit your wrongdoing, but you’re also spouting nonsense about righteousness and magnanimity."

"And now you’re putting on an act, pretending you’re the one being unfairly harassed? What, when that hand of yours was getting frisky, did you ever stop to think that you were the one who started this with your disgusting behavior? Now you’re playing the victim? What right do you have to feel aggrieved?"

Shen Fanyun was a full head taller than Cheng Xiaolin, and as he looked down, his gaze was inexplicably terrifying.

As a prominent local businessman, Cheng Xiaolin had never been in a situation like this. Moreover, this young man’s words were incredibly sharp. He mocked him for his hypocrisy and false magnanimity, then brazenly called his actions disgusting.

Cheng Xiaolin’s face twitched, a deep sense of humiliation washing over him.

"I am an upright man. If I say I didn’t do it, then I didn’t do it," Cheng Xiaolin insisted, stubbornly refusing to admit he had dishonored Su Xiyang.

Su Xiyang sneered, "You dare to act but not to take responsibility? What kind of man are you?"

"Weren’t you so boastful earlier? Don’t you feel ashamed when you describe yourself as ’upright’?"

Cheng Xiaolin was left speechless.

The various acquaintances gathered around exchanged glances, unsure of what to do. As for whether Cheng Xiaolin was truly an upright man, they all knew the answer deep down.

"Either you apologize, or I’ll break that wretched hand of yours," Shen Fanyun offered Cheng Xiaolin two choices.

Cheng Xiaolin was livid. Since when have I been backed into a corner by some reckless punk? This kid is getting more and more audacious, acting as if he has me completely under his thumb. Does he really think my name is worthless in Hangcheng City?

"You bastard! Have you had too much to drink? How dare you speak to Boss Cheng like that?"

"Who are your parents? With such atrocious manners, it seems I’ll have to teach you a lesson on their behalf, you uncultured little whelp!"

Just then, an old man with a white beard and high cheekbones pushed his way through the crowd. He wore a long black robe and walked with a vigorous stride, his spirit and energy surpassing even that of a young man in his prime.

Without a second thought, the old man began to berate Shen Fanyun. Everyone, including Cheng Xiaolin, turned and clasped their hands in greeting.

"Elder Hou Si!"

"Elder Hou Si, it’s been a while! You’re as hale and hearty as ever."

The old man, whose name was Hou Si but was respectfully known as Elder Hou Si, swept his sleeve and fixed Shen Fanyun with a cold, hostile stare.

"Heh, now we’ve got a show to watch. That’s Elder Hou Si, one of Hangcheng City’s renowned Masters of Fist Way."

"I hear that despite his age, Elder Hou Si hasn’t neglected his martial arts. On the contrary, he’s only gotten stronger with age."

"With Elder Hou Si backing Cheng Xiaolin, this kid is in for some serious trouble today."

A buzz of excitement went through the crowd. After all, Elder Hou Si was an incredibly famous Master of Fist Way, and they were all eager to witness just how earth-shattering a master’s move could be. Who would pass up such free entertainment?

"Boy, bind your own hands and kneel to admit your mistake," Elder Hou Si commanded, one hand behind his back while the other stroked his beard, giving him the air of an immortal sage. "Show enough sincerity, and I might just be lenient on account of your youth and ignorance. I’ll let you walk away!"

He gave Shen Fanyun five seconds to consider the consequences. If Shen Fanyun defied his command, he would teach him the true meaning of regret.

"And what rock did you crawl out from under, you nobody?"

To everyone’s shock, Shen Fanyun showed no fear in the face of the venerable Master of Fist Way, instead posing that very question.

The crowd’s eyes widened, certain they had misheard. In this day and age, someone actually dared to speak to Elder Hou Si like that? It was tantamount to insubordination.

A kinder businessman tried to intervene. "Kid, don’t bring this on yourself. There’s no good in provoking Elder Hou Si. You should hurry up and apologize before this gets any worse. Why put yourself in danger just to win a war of words? It isn’t wise."

Elder Hou Si was visibly angered. His narrow eyes squinted, and a cold glint flashed within them, like a blade about to be drawn to reap Shen Fanyun’s life.

"You don’t even know what happened, yet you show up demanding I apologize. What makes you think an order from an old fossil like you is more powerful than a decree from the Heavenly King himself?" Shen Fanyun scoffed, his disdain absolute.

Elder Hou Si was speechless.

The crowd fell silent.

"Hmph! I don’t need to know the details. I saw you disrespect Xiaolin, and that alone is enough for me to pronounce you guilty!"

Listen to that. What a self-righteous, shameless justification. The truth and the question of right and wrong were irrelevant. What mattered was his great reputation as a Master of Fist Way. If he told you to kneel and apologize, you had to do it. Dare to refuse? That was insubordination, an ignorance of your place in the world, which was even more reason to kneel and apologize!

In short, you were simply in the wrong.

"Oh?" Shen Fanyun raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips.

"If you’re going to take sides, do it openly. Why bother with all the posturing and pretending to be righteous?"

"Over the years, I’ve met my share of shameless hypocrites. Without exception, I slapped every last one of them until they finally learned how to be decent human beings."

"Do you want to see if you can take a slap from me?"

As the commotion grew louder, Old Master Su and Su Ziye drew closer. They had intended to watch the spectacle, but upon seeing who was involved, Old Master Su felt so faint he saw stars, while Su Ziye staggered, her breathing becoming heavy.

Old Master Su’s fingers trembled. He never imagined that his own granddaughter, Su Xiyang, was at the center of the conflict.

Worse, the person she was in conflict with was Cheng Xiaolin, one of the hosts of this business conference—a true big shot. And that wasn’t even the worst of it. Even Hangcheng City’s famed Master of Fist Way, Elder Hou Si, had gotten involved.

Old Master Su sucked in a sharp breath of cold air. The Su Family couldn’t afford to offend either of these men. This was courting death!

"Su Xiyang, what in the world are you doing?" Old Master Su demanded, breaking into a fit of coughs. "Are you trying to be the death of me?" He coughed violently, terrified that his granddaughter’s impulsive actions would bring ruin upon the Su Family.