Chapter 9: Please Don’t Lift My Skirt

Shi Xingluo ran extremely fast, but the man behind her didn’t give chase.

However, Shi Xingluo didn’t know that the man slowly removed his sunglasses, gazing at her familiar retreating figure as the desire in his eyes gradually transformed into layers of gloom.

“Run. Can you really escape, Shi Xingluo?”

The face beneath the sunglasses was unmistakably that of Qin Yan the male lead who had appeared refreshingly elegant and aloof at school that very morning.

Clearly, in this matter, Shi Xingluo hadn’t been mistaken. Her ability to recognize bone structure was remarkably accurate.

Shi Xingluo ran all the way home in one breath, even forgetting to release Erya who was still “serving detention.”

Only after closing the front door and seeing Shi Xiancun still lying unconscious on the floor did Shi Xingluo’s shoulders finally relax, letting out a slow exhale.

The encounter outside hadn’t been pleasant, so of course Shi Xingluo needed to vent her frustration and jealous feelings somewhere.

Yes, aside from the frustration of being unable to accept the other party’s size, there was also jealousy!

They were both men, so how could the difference be so vast? How could she not feel jealous!

She had originally intended to dominate this damned Demon God, trigger the Destruction Value in the process, enjoying both the handsome man and completing her mission – what could be better?

But now, with her hardware facilities completely outmatched, how could she not be troubled?

“Hmph!”

Shi Xingluo walked discontentedly to Shi Xiancun’s side, lifting her leg to deliver a fierce kick. “Lazy bastard, all you know is sleeping. Haven’t you slept enough after a full day and night? Get up and work, you old man!”

Shi Xingluo didn’t care how inappropriate this role-reversal of calling herself “old man” was, delivering two more consecutive kicks that managed to wake Shi Xiancun up.

Shi Xiancun groggily opened his eyes, still dazed, when Shi Xingluo kicked him in the ribs again. “What are you staring blankly for? My mom and I haven’t had dinner yet. You’re the head of the household can you just ignore meals? Hurry up and crawl to cook!”

Before Shi Xiancun had fully regained consciousness, being both kicked and yelled at left him somewhat stupefied. As he woke up, the pain throughout his body gradually became clearer.

He began slowly moaning with pain, “You little brat, have you grown wings? How dare you hit your old man!”

Pushing himself up using the table, his first instinct wasn’t to cook, but to teach Shi Xingluo a lesson.

Shi Xingluo didn’t even need to move her feet, simply leaning sideways to easily evade Shi Xiancun’s grasp.

She immediately grabbed the umbrella behind the door with her other hand. “I’m your old man! Forget hitting you – even if I slaughter you, I’ll treat it like slaughtering a pig. If you don’t want to die, go cook! After cooking, I will help my mom with her bathroom needs and wipe her body! If you don’t finish everything, don’t even think about sleeping tonight!”

Shi Xiancun still wanted to fight back, but seeing the umbrella in Shi Xingluo’s hand, yesterday’s memories quickly resurfaced, causing his body to tremble instinctively. “Don’t think I won’t call the police on you!”

Shi Xingluo rolled up her sleeve. Seeing Shi Xiancun flinching as if expecting her to strike, she couldn’t help but let out a cold, mocking laugh. “Call the police? Let’s see whether the police will believe that I’m the victim of domestic violence or you are?”

Beneath the rolled-up sleeve, the original host’s arm was crisscrossed with scars of varying depths, both old and new – clear evidence that the original host had been beaten by this so-called father more than once.

But when he hit Shi Xiancun, it was different painful, excruciatingly so, enough to knock him unconscious for a full day and night yet leaving no external marks.

Having fought and killed for years in the apocalypse, how could he not know how to inflict pain without leaving visible injuries?

Shi Xiancun trembled and fell silent.

Of course, he didn’t dare call the police. In the past, he had always been the one most afraid of Shi Xingluo reporting him. Through a mix of threats and intimidation, he had managed to ensure Shi Xingluo never dared to call the police after each beating.

If he were to report it now, his years of routinely beating his son would inevitably come to light.

In that case, Shi Xingluo might not face consequences, but he himself would end up at the police station.

Yet, not reporting it… Shi Xiancun glared fiercely at Shi Xingluo. His entire body ached unbearably, making it impossible to teach this brat a lesson.

For now, he would play along. Once he recovered, he would make sure to properly discipline this insolent, ungrateful son!

“Fine, I’ll go cook!”

Shi Xiancun limped into the kitchen.

Shi Xingluo didn’t wait for him either, turning around and heading into the bedroom to lie down.

“The food’s ready!”

After some time, Shi Xiancun’s voice rang out from outside.

Shi Xingluo lazily opened the door and immediately spotted the two plates of unappetizing food Shi Xiancun was holding. “What is this garbage? Are you trying to disgust me or insult my mother?”

Shi Xiancun stiffened, barely managing to maintain his temporary restraint. “This is the best I can do. I’ve never cooked before.”

“If you’ve never done it, then learn properly.”

Shi Xingluo strode forward. “You’re the head of this household. You eat this first, then go make it again.”

“…What?”

Shi Xiancun’s hands shook, nearly dropping the plates.

Only he knew it wasn’t just that the food looked unappealing. Earlier, in a fit of rage, he had urinated in the kitchen and then…

He had thought it would help him vent his anger, but now…

“What do you mean, what’?”

Shi Xingluo stepped closer, snatched one plate from his hands, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and shoved a mouthful of food into Shi Xiancun’s mouth. “Do you have any idea how precious food is in some worlds? If you dare waste it, I’ll break your legs today and send you to lie beside my mother!”

Shi Xiancun’s mouth was stuffed full. He instinctively tried to spit it out, but Shi Xingluo swiftly pressed a point on his throat, forcing him to swallow.

“Eat. Finish every last bite.”

Shi Xingluo picked up a fruit knife from the table. “Not a single grain left. After you’re done, make it again and go feed my mother!”

As for himself, even if he wasn’t picky in the apocalypse, he would never touch anything Shi Xiancun made before the man learned his lesson.

He had money in his pocket and restaurants downstairs. He could easily go down to eat later.

Shi Xiancun’s face turned purple with rage, but under Shi Xingluo’s dark gaze and the glint of the knife, he had no choice but to steal himself and shove another bite into his mouth.

In his heart, he had already imagined killing his son a thousand times over, repeatedly telling himself to endure for now just until he could make this ungrateful brat pay!

Once he recovered enough to fight back, he would beat this wretched son to death!

“Shi, junior.”

After thoroughly tormenting Shi Xiancun, Shi Xingluo felt so satisfied that even the next day, he appeared at school looking radiant and in high spirits.

But his good mood came to an abrupt halt the moment he heard a familiar voice.

No, he knew that large size brother appeared at the school gate punctually at eight every day. He had deliberately come half an hour earlier just to avoid running into him again.

How could this still happen?

The next second, hearing footsteps approaching from behind, Shi Xingluo no longer bothered to figure out the reason. Without looking back and pretending not to hear, he immediately took off running!

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