Chapter 157: Hospitality

Su Zheng felt a strange sensation on his arm and could not help feeling a bit awkward. However, seeing Chen Muxue's flustered state, a pang of heartache welled up in his chest, and he said softly,
"I'm sorry, I came out late!"

Because of the sound of the running water in the bathroom, he hadn't heard the commotion in the living room at first. When he finally noticed something amiss and came out, he witnessed that exact scene.

With that, he turned around once more and delivered a fierce kick straight to Pan Sihai’s groin.

Although Pan Sihai was currently covering his crotch with both hands, the force of Su Zheng's kick was simply too immense. He let out another agonizing shriek, feeling as though his lower body had gone completely numb and lost all sensation!

Pan Sihai turned pale with fright, cold sweat streaming down his forehead as he wondered if he had been permanently crippled.

"How is it? Spicy enough?!"

Su Zheng asked Pan Sihai with a faint smile. His tone was casual, but his voice carried an immense chill and sharp edge. Anyone who dared to touch his woman was simply courting death!

If it weren't for Chen Muxue's presence, he would have beaten Pan Sihai half to death long ago!

Enduring the pain, Pan Sihai clutched his crotch and looked back. Seeing that some pretty boy had suddenly popped out, his expression twisted fiercely, and he cursed angrily,

"You bastard! Do you know who I am? I'm going to finish you off!"

"Such a foul mouth. It seems I haven't treated you well enough yet!"

Su Zheng clicked his tongue and shook his head, then turned to signal Chen Muxue. "Go check the fridge and see if there's any wasabi or chili powder."

"There's chili sauce and wasabi paste."

By this time, Chen Muxue had regained a measure of composure. Following his instructions, she opened the refrigerator and answered honestly.

"Good, bring them all here!"

With that, Su Zheng grabbed Pan Sihai by the hair and dragged him toward the bathroom. Although Pan Sihai had a bulky build, Su Zheng dragged him as effortlessly as if he were a small child.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Pan Sihai used one hand to cover his crotch while using the other to claw at Su Zheng's hand. He found that Su Zheng's grip was like a pair of iron pliers; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free. He was still shouting curses at the top of his lungs, "I swear I'll make you and that bitch—glub, glub, glub, glub..."

Before Pan Sihai could finish his sentence, his head was shoved straight into the toilet bowl, his mouth sealing the flush outlet. Then, Su Zheng pressed the flush button, and water instantly surged up to completely submerge Pan Sihai's head.

"The chili sauce is here!"

At that moment, Chen Muxue hurried in. Seeing the scene before her, her expression shifted slightly with a trace of astonishment. She had never expected that the mild-mannered Su Zheng could possess such a tyrannical side.

Yet, she had to admit, he looked so handsome right now!

As she gazed at Su Zheng's calm and composed face, a massive wave of unprecedented safety instantly washed over her.

"Here, pour it!"

Su Zheng instructed her briefly.

"Huh?"

Chen Muxue was momentarily stunned, not quite understanding.

"Open the chili sauce and pour it in, pour all of it!"

Su Zheng indicated with a cold, indifferent expression, "Since he loves spicy food so much, let him eat his fill!"

Pour it all?!

Chen Muxue glanced at the bright red chili sauce and the greenish wasabi paste in her hands, her expression changing slightly. If she poured all of that in, wouldn't it kill him?!

"What are you standing there for? Pour it!"

Su Zheng urged, while simultaneously grabbing Pan Sihai by the collar and lifting him up so he wouldn't suffocate, allowing him to take a few breaths.

"You little punk, do you know who I am? Do you know I in Qingyang—glub, glub..."

Before Pan Sihai could say another word, he was shoved back into the toilet bowl by Su Zheng.

Seeing that Chen Muxue couldn't bring herself to do it, Su Zheng snatched the jars directly from her, poured the entire bottles of chili sauce and wasabi paste into the toilet, and stirred them with the nearby toilet brush. A pungent, spicy odor instantly filled the air.

Chen Muxue hurriedly covered her mouth, but her eyes still welled up with tears from the burning spice.

"Wuwu..."

Pan Sihai struggled violently. Although his eyes and mouth were tightly shut, he still felt a searing, burning sensation on his face, and some of the chili water had seeped into his eyes, causing a pain as sharp as a knife cut.

"Spicy enough now? Like it?!"

A hint of ferocity flashed across Su Zheng's expression. His hand holding Pan Sihai remained completely motionless, rendering all of Pan Sihai's struggles utterly useless.

"Su Zheng, that's enough..."

Chen Muxue advised with a hint of worry, afraid that someone might actually die.

"Don't worry, it's fine!"

Su Zheng said indifferently. Even if something were to happen to this Pan Sihai, he had the ability to save him!

At that moment, Pan Sihai could no longer hold his breath and instinctively opened his mouth to gasp. A large gulp of chili-infused water instantly rushed down into his lungs, and a searing, burning pain struck him immediately, making it feel as though his lungs were on fire and about to explode!

In his panic and agony, he opened his eyes, and another wave of intense pain hit him, plunging his vision into total darkness as if his eyes were going blind!

Pan Sihai's body shook violently, his hands flailing wildly as he felt as though he had descended into hell itself—a torment worse than death!

Seeing this, Su Zheng finally loosened his grip and let him go.

"Ah... cough, cough, cough..."

Pan Sihai immediately jerked his head back, spat out a couple of mouthfuls of water, and took a huge gasp of air, only to be seized by a violent fit of coughing. His eyes were red and swollen, puffed up like a pair of lightbulbs, and his lips were pushed out high like sausages!

"Cough... help... cough, cough... help..."

Pan Sihai coughed loudly while crying out for help.

Su Zheng kicked him under the showerhead and tossed the spray nozzle to him.

As if grabbing onto a straw to save his life, Pan Sihai frantically sprayed water onto his face and mouth, which finally made him feel a bit better.

Seeing Pan Sihai's miserable state, Chen Muxue felt both pity and disgust, but the anger in her heart was completely vented out.

"How is it? Have you had enough to eat now?"

Su Zheng asked coldly, giving him a sideways glance. "If not, we can go for round two!"

"Enough! Enough!"

Pan Sihai shuddered violently in fear, shrinking back into the corner while trembling all over.

A demon!

This kid was definitely a demon!

Never before had Pan Sihai imagined that someone could use such a vicious and ruthless trick to torture a person!

"Enough? Then why aren't you kneeling down to apologize to Grandiflora Chen, and thanking her for her hospitality!"

Su Zheng rebuked with a chilling voice.

Pan Sihai hesitated for a moment. He forced his swollen eyes open just enough to vaguely determine where Chen Muxue was standing, then scrambled to his knees. Lowering his head and enduring the throbbing pain in his lungs and lower body, he trembled and said,

"I'm... I'm sorry..."

"Lacks sincerity. Looks like you haven't had enough to drink after all!"

Su Zheng said as he made a move to grab his collar once more.

Pan Sihai shook with terror, hastily kowtowing loudly against the floor while crying,

"Grandma, I was wrong! I was wrong..."

"Forget it this time. You can go."

Chen Muxue said with a sullen face.

"Thank you, Grandma, thank you..."

Feeling as though he had been granted a pardon, Pan Sihai muttered expressions of gratitude while scrambling and rolling as he bolted out the door.