You're actually hitting me

Su Yang saw that Li Shixuan had already passed out, so he quickly loosened his grip and shoved her aside.

Deng Hao, who was sitting on the couch, frowned and shouted, "You... did you kill her?"

Su Yang stood up and chuckled. "I don’t have any deep grudge against her. She just fainted."

"Oh, alright then. No harm done~"

Su Yang didn’t bother explaining further to Deng Hao. He turned around, crouched beside Li Shixuan, and checked her condition before lifting her head.

But the moment he raised her head, her eyes suddenly snapped open.

Before Su Yang could say anything, Li Shixuan’s expression shifted, and she snarled, "I’ll kill you!"

The words barely left her mouth before she threw a punch straight at Su Yang’s face.

Su Yang immediately released her and jumped back. "What’s your problem? Still not done?"

Li Shixuan scrambled to her feet, humiliation burning inside her. Her most prized wrestling skills had been utterly useless against Su Yang.

Not only had she been overpowered, but he’d even choked her out with a rear-naked choke. The sheer indignity of it made her blood boil.

She glared at him, her face flushed with fury, and screamed, "Take this!"

With that, she charged at him again—but this time, instead of grappling, she launched a flying kick.

Su Yang smirked and sidestepped to the left. When Li Shixuan missed, she immediately followed up with a side kick.

Su Yang reached out, effortlessly catching her right leg mid-air.

With a slight twist of his wrist, Li Shixuan was forced to spin, retaliating with a spinning back kick.

Su Yang let go and leaned back, dodging it with ease.

He then retreated a few steps and raised a hand to stop her. "Enough. Your half-baked skills are no match for me. Keep this up, and I’ll start hitting back~"

If anything, his words only fueled Li Shixuan’s rage.

She had been pampered her whole life—who dared to treat her like this? During her training, most people went easy on her out of respect.

But all that coddling had only inflated her ego, making her believe she was invincible.

First, Su Yang had choked her unconscious. Now, in a stand-up fight, she couldn’t even land a single hit.

She was furious!

Hearing his taunt, she clenched her fists, trembling with rage. "Half-baked?! You... you’re dead!"

She lunged at him again, fists flying.

Seeing her relentless assault, Su Yang sighed inwardly. Still coming? Fine, let’s give you a taste of Sha Fei’s joy.

In an instant, Li Shixuan was in front of him. She feinted with her hands before driving a punch toward his chest.

Just as Su Yang prepared to dodge, she abruptly pulled back, dropping low and sweeping at his legs.

Su Yang leaped over the attack effortlessly.

Undeterred, Li Shixuan pivoted and aimed a roundhouse kick at his waist.

This time, Su Yang didn’t hold back. He dodged swiftly, then countered with a lightning-fast punch straight to her face.

THUD!

The blow landed squarely on Li Shixuan’s delicate cheek.

Her head snapped to the side, her eyes glazing over in shock. Staggering, she stumbled several steps before barely regaining her balance.

The moment she steadied herself, dizziness washed over her.

She shook her head frantically, trying to shake it off.

Meanwhile, Liu Bo, still on the couch, gaped in disbelief. "Damn, Yang! You actually hit her?!"

"Of course he did," Meng Wenzhou snapped. "Su Yang gave her multiple chances, and she still wouldn’t back down. Some people only learn the hard way."

Liu Bo swallowed nervously and kept watching.

Su Yang saw Li Shixuan swaying and figured it was over.

But the moment she recovered, she charged at him again.

Su Yang exhaled, done holding back. He stepped forward to meet her.

Li Shixuan leaped into the air, delivering a flying kick aimed at his head. Su Yang tilted left, evading it effortlessly.

Then, he wound up his fist and drove it straight into her ample chest.

THUD!

The impact sent Li Shixuan flying—just like Sha Fei earlier.

She soared through the air, hurtling toward Liu Bo.

Liu Bo shoved Meng Wenzhou aside and barely dodged in time.

BANG!

Li Shixuan crashed into the leather couch between them, the force denting it deeply.

She rolled off the couch, clutching her chest as she spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Ugh—!"

"Pah! You—!" She gritted her teeth, struggling to push herself up as she glared at Su Yang.

"You—"

"Me what? Want another round? I don’t mind sending you flying again~"

"You—! I hate you!!" Li Shixuan shrieked, jumping in place. She knew she was outmatched, but her pride refused to admit it.

All she could do was scream in frustration. Her chest throbbed in pain—even at her best, she couldn’t touch him. Now, going back for more would be suicide.

What infuriated her most was that Su Yang had actually hit her—hard. She’d assumed he’d go easy on her because she was a woman. Instead, he’d punched her in the face.

"You—you’re not a man! You don’t know how to treat a lady!"

Su Yang couldn’t help but laugh. "I warned you. You wouldn’t listen, so I had to show you the difference. Otherwise, you’d never stop."

"Hmph!" Li Shixuan wiped the blood from her lips and stormed over to sit beside Deng Hao.

Deng Hao blinked at her. "You lost too?"

"Are you blind? Isn’t it obvious?!"

"Damn it!" Deng Hao cursed under his breath.

Meng Wenzhou smirked at him. "So? What now? Still fighting?"

"Fight my ass! Useless, both of you!"

"Who are you calling useless?!" Li Shixuan, already fuming, grabbed Deng Hao by the collar.

Deng Hao was no match for her—and he couldn’t afford to offend her either.

He forced a smile. "N-no! I meant me and Sha Fei! Not you, haha!"

"Hmph. You’d better remember your place. If our families weren’t doing business, you think you could’ve gotten me here?"

"Sorry, sorry! I really didn’t mean you! Just us two guys."

"Hmph." Li Shixuan shoved him away and sat back down.

Once their spat ended, Meng Wenzhou ignored their drama and called out, "Deng Hao!"

Deng Hao turned to him with a stiff smile. "Meng Wenzhou, spare the lecture. I admit defeat today."

"Not ‘admit’—you were defeated from the start."

"Alright, alright, got it—delete the Weibo posts and videos, then post a public apology video, right? No problem, I’ll get it done as soon as I get back!"

"You better keep your word."

"Relax, Young Master Meng. I don’t make promises lightly, but when I do, I follow through."

"Since the matter’s settled, I’ll take off now."

With that, he stood up to leave.

Su Yang stepped forward and blocked his path. "Hold on."

"What now?"

"An apology."

"What apology? Didn’t I just say I’d film the video later?"

"That’s separate. Right now, apologize to my friend here—out loud, in front of everyone. Then you can go."

"You—!" Deng Hao glared at Su Yang, paused for two seconds, then relented. "Fine, it’s just an apology."

He turned to Meng Wenzhou and said flatly, "Young Master Meng, I was in the wrong here. I owe you an apology."

Meng Wenzhou fixed his gaze on Deng Hao but said nothing.

Once the words were out, Deng Hao turned and left the private room with Sha Fei, leaving only Li Shixuan still seated on the couch.

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