Chapter 20 The Punishment of Impulse

It took less than two seconds for Wen Meimei's slender body to be rudely lifted by the man who was in a fit of rage.

"Qiao Chengxun, what are you, what are you doing? Put me down, ah..." Her back felt cold as she was thrown onto the bed, seeing stars.

Qiao Chengxun's cold and handsome face quickly closed in, his arms tightly encircling her shoulders, making her unable to move.

The struggle from the girl became more and more intense. Left with no choice, the man had to use his hands to forcefully steady her body, preventing her from escaping.

This feeling seemed familiar...

Trouble was brewing!

Wen Meimei felt as if she had fallen into a volcanic crater, quickly reaching up and grabbing his arms, "Young Master Qiao, don't mess around, let's talk this out!"

Qiao Chengxun brought his cool, thin lips close to her ear, his voice low and hoarse from restraint, "Do you know what time it is now, hmm?"

Wen Meimei was momentarily stunned, then belatedly understood.

Perhaps... she had disturbed his sleep.

Actually, she wasn't usually like this.

Last time at the Wen Family home, when he saw her playing online games shirtless, that was the first time she let herself go because she was about to escape that place of decay, feeling joyful.

And now, she thought the room was soundproofed so that...

"I'm sorry, I won't dare do it again." The girl obediently admitted her mistake.

"If there's a next time, I won't be polite to you!" Qiao Chengxun, for the first time, used such domineering foul language to a woman, and felt honored to have used it on this little wild cat.

Wen Meimei blinked her innocent eyes, her already flushed face suddenly tinged with a shy, crimson hue.

Hasn't Mr. Qiao's anger subsided yet?

No, it's not good to provoke an angry man, or the consequences could be severe!

"There absolutely won't be a next time, I swear!"

Qiao Chengxun's cold gaze slightly hardened, and he got up silently, withdrawing from above her.

Wen Meimei let out a sign of relief, thinking she was safe, but unexpectedly...

The man suddenly flipped her body over, raised his hand as cold as jade, and with a "pop" snapped her forehead.

After snapping her forehead, he didn't withdraw his hand, but proceeded to do it again.

"Sss..." The girl winced in pain. Did the damn man think her forehead was cotton, for God's sake!

"Qiao Chengxun, you son of a, sss!"

"Pop!" The man forcefully snapped her forehead, and before she could struggle, his other hand pressed down on her shoulder, while his knee pinned her back.

"Damn man! Let go, sss!"

The more she struggled, the more he kept snapping her forehead.

"Let me go, it really hurts!"

"Pop!"

Those two slender fingers seemed addicted, incessantly snapping her forehead, causing her such pain that she was close to tears.

The damn man, when would he ever stop!

Wuwuwu... it really hurts...

Eventually, the girl admitted defeat in misery.

"I know I'm wrong, please have mercy, wuwuwu..." The sobbing at the end wasn't crying, but pleading.

A flicker of tenderness emerged in Qiao Chengxun's eyes, and he ultimately couldn't help but soften.

If she hadn't surrendered, he might have grown fond of this feeling.

Qiao Chengxun retracted his hand reluctantly, yet his knee still pressed on her leg, his voice cold, "What did you do wrong?"

"I shouldn't play games all night."

"What else?"

"I shouldn't yell and shout."

"Hmm?"

"I shouldn't swear."

"Is that all?"

Was there something else?

Wen Meimei racked her brains, unable to think of anything else, and sought help, "That's all I can think of, can you give me a hint?"

"Wear more clothes at home in the future."

"..."