Seeing Long Aotian like this, Ye Liangchen couldn't help but laugh. How dare he still ask what he meant?
"I overestimated you. I thought you had the guts to own up to your actions, but now I see you're nothing more than this!"
He stared straight at Long Aotian, his words sharp and resolute: "Dare you deny that you hit Xue Shaohua today?"
Seeing Ye Liangchen's aggressive stance, Xue Shaohua immediately chimed in from behind him: "Long Aotian, I’m standing right here. Dare you say you didn’t hit me?"
"Do you need a reminder?"
"This afternoon, in the restroom by the east sports field of University A, you slapped me across the right cheek with your right hand and threatened me not to complain or tell anyone!"
"Dare you say you didn’t do any of this?"
Xue Shaohua grew more agitated as he spoke. After all, Long Aotian hitting him was an undeniable fact—no amount of excuses could change that.
Watching Ye Liangchen and Xue Shaohua gang up on Long Aotian, even the trio couldn’t stand it anymore.
"You only mention Long Aotian hitting you, but why don’t you say why he did it?"
Hu Yuying, who usually criticized Long Aotian to protect her sister’s image, cared more about him than anyone else.
Seeing the girl who should have been his treasure once again siding with Long Aotian, Ye Liangchen felt an indescribable disappointment.
Long Aotian was clearly the one who hit someone, yet she ignored that entirely and instead questioned why he did it!
"Fine. Since you asked, I’ll spell it out for you."
"Let me ask you this—if I offer to help someone out of goodwill, isn’t that a kind and noble act?"
"Long Aotian could’ve just refused the help, but why did he have to hit someone?"
Ye Liangchen stood tall, chin raised, as if waiting for their explanation.
What was there to explain? Offering help was a good deed, yet Long Aotian repaid it with a slap—where was the justice in that?
Would no one dare to help others in the future?
Mentioning this only made Long Aotian recall the lewd look Xue Shaohua had given him.
But before Long Aotian could even get angry, the trio had heard enough: "If you two are mentally ill, go see a doctor. Don’t drag us into your nonsense."
"Was Xue Shaohua really helping? He’s a creep, a disgusting pervert!" Li Qingxue finally understood why Long Aotian had looked so upset earlier.
These two were seriously delusional.
Lin Wanning watched Ye Liangchen’s haughty posture, as if he stood on some moral high ground, and felt the urge to slap him.
Seeing them get worked up, Ye Liangchen and Xue Shaohua shook their heads in disdain.
"I won’t be like Long Aotian, too cowardly to take responsibility."
"I admit Xue Shaohua might’ve been slightly in the wrong—but does that mean Long Aotian bears no blame at all?"
"Remember, it takes two to tango..."
Before he could finish, Long Aotian stopped the trio from retorting and slapped Ye Liangchen across the face: "Let’s see if one hand can make a sound now."
"I’ve put up with you two for too long. Why do you keep provoking me for attention?"
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"Help me? Did I even need his help? It was just perverted behavior—slapping him was going easy on him."
Xue Shaohua took a step back in fear, silently praying, "You hit him, so you can’t hit me now, right?"
Ye Liangchen pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek: "So this is your attitude?"
"Even if Xue Shaohua was wrong, he was trying to help you. You could’ve just refused—why hit him? And now you hit me too, saying I’m seeking attention? Long Aotian, don’t you think you’re going too far?"
"I have nothing more to say to you!" Noticing the crowd in the mall staring, Long Aotian didn’t want to drag this out.
He didn’t mind being the center of attention, but he refused to involve the trio.
"Don’t you dare leave!" Ye Liangchen blocked Long Aotian’s path.
"You owe me an explanation—why did you attack someone who was trying to help you?"
"He was just being kind. Why did you treat him like this?"
The more Ye Liangchen thought about it, the angrier he became. Soon enough, Long Aotian would be nothing more than a ruined plaything beneath them. Xue Shaohua was only showing concern for what would soon belong to them—why did he deserve such treatment?
He had already admitted Xue Shaohua wasn’t entirely blameless.
But did that mean Long Aotian, who resorted to violence, bore no responsibility?
All he wanted was justice for Xue Shaohua—was that so wrong?
Faced with Ye Liangchen’s stubbornness, Long Aotian’s patience wore thin.
He realized reasoning with them was pointless—they lived in their own world, where right and wrong were defined solely by their own standards.
Taking a deep breath, Long Aotian pushed Ye Liangchen aside: "Stop being childish. We’re adults—act like it."
Ye Liangchen froze as if struck by lightning. Did he just call him immature?
He scoffed, flicking his hair to reveal the earring that symbolized maturity: "I’m immature? Hah, now that’s rich. You’re just trying to dodge responsibility."
He pointed at his chest: "If I’m immature, does that mean this ends here?"
"Should we just take the hits silently for you to consider us mature?"
"Long Aotian, you’re the immature one. If you do something wrong, you take responsibility."
Still, he refused to address why Long Aotian had acted in the first place.
Slap!
Li Qingxue’s hand trembled as she glared at Ye Liangchen, biting her lip: "Enough!"
Ye Liangchen clutched his stinging cheek, staring at Li Qingxue in disbelief. They had known each other for ten years.
He had expected Long Aotian, Hu Yuying, or even Lin Wanning to hit him—but never Li Qingxue, his childhood friend.
"Stop acting insane, will you?"
"If Xue Shaohua hadn’t done those disgusting things, Long Aotian wouldn’t have hit him. Frankly, he went too easy on him—a pervert like Xue Shaohua should’ve been reported to the police!"
"How can a man be so vile? And you, siding with him—you’re just as repulsive!"
Long Aotian held Li Qingxue's hand and led Hu Yuying and Lin Wanning away from the scene.
As for Xue Shaohua's attempt to grope her, it wasn't something she could openly bring up in front of everyone, so she had been bottling up her anger. Qingxue's slap finally released that pent-up fury.
[It's been so long since I last begged for power-ups... Please give me power-ups!]
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