Chapter 72: Enough, There's Still More...

"You..." Wang Lei glared furiously at Li Sicheng, his eyes nearly spitting fire.

In all his years, he had never been slapped by anyone. And to be slapped in front of his own girlfriend—this was utterly humiliating.

Wang Lei wanted to strike back, to return the slap. But before he could make a move, Li Sicheng suddenly spoke, "Just now, you said Liu Wei owes you compensation for wasted youth and emotional damages, right?"

"Y-yes," Wang Lei stammered, momentarily stunned. He couldn't fathom why, after slapping him, the other man would bring this up again. His eyes flickered as he guessed to himself, "Could it be this guy wants to show off in front of Liu Wei? So after slapping me, he's planning to take on her debt himself?"

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

If he were the one trying to impress a girl, he would do the same.

Not only would it demonstrate his masculinity, but it would also give the girl the impression that he wasn't short on money. Truly, an excellent opportunity to get closer to her!

Feeling clever, Wang Lei gritted his teeth and sneered, "You think you can use me as a stepping stone to pick up a girl? It won't be that easy! Besides, the girl you want was once mine. Do you know what that makes you? If I don't bleed you dry, I’ll write my surname backwards!"

"Wang Lei, have you no shame? You're the one who’s always fooling around outside, and yet you have the nerve to slander me?" Liu Wei was nearly bursting with anger.

Especially when she thought back to just days ago, when she had been willing to die for this scumbag. How foolish and worthless that now seemed!

The girl in Wang Lei's arms, however, was far less troubled. She tilted her head, blinking her big eyes in puzzlement, and asked, "Oppa, but if you write your surname backwards, isn't it still 'Wang'?"

Wang Lei’s expression froze. He shot the girl a glare and snapped, "That's not the point!"

If he hadn't been hoping to get this girl into bed soon, if he hadn't planned to seal the deal today, Wang Lei would have cursed her out: "Whose side are you on? Why are you picking on me too? You're a pig teammate! Even if you don't look like one, your brain is as dumb as a pig's!"

He turned his anger on Li Sicheng, pouring all his fury into his words: "So, you want to take on Liu Wei’s debt for her, huh? Fine, but I’m doubling it—twenty thousand yuan! And since you damaged my perfect face, you owe me for medical bills too! I won’t gouge you—another twenty thousand for treatment and recovery. Give me forty thousand and I’ll walk away, never bothering you two again! After today, that shameless tramp Liu Wei is nothing to me—"

Before he could finish, Liu Wei, burning with rage, stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face.

Smack!

She put all her strength into that slap, splitting Wang Lei’s lip and drawing blood.

He lifted a trembling hand to his mouth, staring at the fresh blood with a pale face. He shrieked, "Ah—blood! I’m bleeding! You filthy woman! Not only do you seduce men behind my back, but you dare hit me? No way—I won’t let you off with just forty thousand!"

Liu Wei took a deep breath and roared, "Get lost!"

Wang Lei shoved the girl in his arms aside and, swearing profusely, lunged at Liu Wei. "I’ll kill you! I swear I’ll kill you today, filthy woman!"

But in his rage, he couldn't even get close to her, much less take revenge.

Because Li Sicheng, standing by Liu Wei’s side, swiftly pulled her behind him and, with a flying kick, drove his foot into Wang Lei’s gut.

“Ah—!”

Although Wang Lei was slender, he still weighed over a hundred pounds. Yet Li Sicheng’s kick sent him flying, sprawling on the ground.

“I swear I’ll kill you both, you cheating scum!” Wang Lei howled, face red with pain and rage, scrambling up to charge at Li Sicheng.

But Li Sicheng gave him no chance.

With a powerful push off his right foot, Li Sicheng shot forward like a cannonball, grabbed Wang Lei’s head with both hands and slammed it downward while bringing his knee up hard into Wang Lei’s face.

With a heavy thud, Wang Lei curled up on the ground like a cooked shrimp, clutching his bloodied face as crimson leaked through his fingers.

Li Sicheng strode up, seized Wang Lei by the collar, and lifted him clean off the ground. His voice was icy: "Those two kicks just now are your medical fees. The previous two slaps cover your so-called wasted youth and emotional damages. Well? If you think that’s not enough, I can add a little more!"

Wang Lei, boiling with rage, wanted to threaten him. But when he met Li Sicheng’s eyes, a chill flooded through him and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

What kind of eyes were those!

Cold, indifferent, filled with a murderous intent that made one’s heart pound.

He had never encountered eyes like these before. Such a gaze had no place on the face of a student.

Wang Lei was truly terrified.

He felt that if he so much as cursed at this moment, Li Sicheng would probably break his neck without hesitation.

Those eyes were anything but friendly!

"E-enough, more than enough..." Wang Lei stammered.

Li Sicheng raised an eyebrow. "More than enough? Are you saying you want to return something to us? I wonder—will it be a slap or a kick?"

"N-no, that's not what I meant..." Wang Lei was on the verge of tears.

He cursed his own mouth bitterly: "Damn it, why can't I just keep quiet? Saying less won’t kill me, but saying more might just get me killed!"

"Then what do you mean?" Li Sicheng pressed.

"I mean..." Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Wang Lei and he blurted out, "I mean, I should pay you back the money. Yes, money!"

"Oh, is that so? Then do you have any money on you?" Li Sicheng asked.

"Um..." Wang Lei’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat.

Money?

If I had any, why would I be here blocking you two? If I weren’t broke, I wouldn’t be in this mess!

At that moment, Wang Lei was truly filled with regret.

If he’d known it would come to this, he would have stayed as far away as possible. No way would he have shown up just to get humiliated and beaten.

All this, just because of a hotel bill—what a bloody mess!

But there’s no medicine for regret in this world.

"So, you have no money?"

He didn’t need Wang Lei to answer. One look at the sweat pouring down his face told Li Sicheng everything.

"Then write up an IOU. Hmm… Make it one hundred thousand to Liu Wei! And let me warn you, I’ll personally collect this debt for her. If you dare try to shirk it… well, I’ll let you imagine the consequences!"