Mrs. Huo Pretends to be Weak Every Day

9th master protects his wife, slapping his face

SLAPPPPPP.

Before the word ‘die’ could come out of the servant’s mouth, Ye Beisheng had already slapped the servant on the face.

“I’ll teach you how to talk if you don’t. Don’t embarrass yourself at your age.” Ye Beisheng spoke in a cold tone.

The surroundings turned quiet.

The servant who had been hit was silent for two seconds. Suddenly, she flew into a rage and said, “B*tch, did you just hit me? I work as a housekeeper here.?How dare you lay hands on me, you little wench?!”

“I’ve already crippled the other housekeeper. What do you think I’ll do to you?” Ye Beisheng did not even bother looking at her.

This sentence angered the servant half to death. Everyone here respected this woman because she worked for Aunty Chen.

A little wench had suddenly appeared and dared to challenge her authority!

The servant gritted her teeth in anger and shouted, “Ye Beisheng! You b*tch ... I’ll get the housekeeper to kick you out of the villa! I’ll get the Ninth Master to divorce you!!! You’re not worthy of him! Get lost!!!”

The servant angrily stepped forward and just as she was about to push Ye Beisheng away ...

“Since when did the housekeeper have the right to judge my marriage?”

A calm and cold male voice sounded.

Huo Shiting appeared in the room. His face was cold and his emotionless eyes swept across the crowd.

The servants suddenly trembled and the woman who led the group turned pale. She didn’t expect Huo Shiting to come home so suddenly. “Ninth….Ninth master …”

The whole courtyard was silent. Huo Shiting’s eyes were cold and he glanced at the servants without any emotion.

The head of the crowd had no other choice but to step forward. She was no longer as smug as before. Her face was pale as a sheet as she stammered, “Ninth master, no, it’s not what you think ... It was ... We were just happily chatting and madam was the one who suddenly slapped me. I ... I got so angry which was why I...”

Ye Beisheng was stunned by her ability to distort the truth.

Huo Shiting’s eyes darkened and his gaze finally fell on Ye Beisheng. “Does it hurt?”

“.....?” Ye Beisheng was confused.

Who was the Ninth Master talking to? Did he ask the wrong person? She wasn’t the one who got slapped.

The servant who had been hit was also shocked for a moment. She complained in a wronged tone, “Ninth master, you’ve mistaken. It was Miss Ye who slapped me. Miss Ye was the one who was being unreasonable. I only mentioned Miss Ningxue’s name and she ...”

“Does your hand hurt?” Huo Shiting casually interrupted the servant and lifted Ye Beisheng’s palm. It was red and swollen.

He narrowed his eyes and calmly stated a fact, “It’s flushing red now.”

Ye Beisheng tried to pull her hand back subconsciously.

The man had joints that were distinct on both his hands and his fingers were pressed onto her palm with a moderate amount of force.

Ye Beisheng wasn’t a pretentious person, but at this moment, she felt a little touched.

She had her ways of teaching these women a lesson and she wanted Huo Shiting to ignore them, but for some reason, as soon as she spoke, her tone became aggrieved.

“It hurts. It hurts too much to slap others. Ninth Master, I’m indeed too weak for this.”

The air froze for at least half a minute because of her words.

Lin Long, the assistant behind Huo shiting, thought to himself, Tthis clumsy lie...the Ninth master would definitely see through it at a glance.’

Unexpectedly, not only did the Ninth master not see through her, but he also frowned as if he was heartbroken. “Come, let’s get you treated.”

Halfway through, he seemed to have thought of something and instructed Lin Qi in a calm tone.

“Since they don’t know how to speak, cut off their tongues.”

His tone was so calm that it was as if he wasn’t the one who gave such life-threatening commands.

Huo Shiting was cold and indifferent.