Chapter 296 - Comfort, Don’t Be Angry, Don’t Be Angry
The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter
The drunk man picked up the hammer from the fish stall at the side and looked like he was about to be ruthless to the woman.
The commoners at the side were all exclaiming and dissuading him, âHurry up and report to the officials! This person is going to kill!â
The drunk man raised his hand high and was about to smash the hammer down.
A figure in black quickly stepped forward, raised his boot, and kicked the drunk man in the chest.
Ye Siming used 70% of his strength in this kick.
The drunk man was sent flying like an arrow leaving a bow, falling into a weaponsmithâs shop.
His butt almost hit the hot furnace!
He couldnât get up and wailed in pain, âHelp! Someone wants to kill me! Quickly help me report this to the officials!â
The commoners who were watching just now despised him.
âPfft! You still have the cheek to call for help. If not for this young master, your wife would have been beaten to death by you! Youâre very bad!â
âI recognize this person. Heâs the gambler, Second Brother Yang, who lives at the end of the street! He doesnât have any capabilities and only knows how to hit his wife day and night! He hits people when heâs drunk!â
The drunkard sobered up a little and rolled around in pain. âArenât you guys going to care? Iâm going to get beaten to death. Ouch!â
Ye Siming held his sword and walked close to him, looking down coldly. âIâm warning you, the next time I see you hitting a woman, Iâll hang you on the city wall and display your corpse in public!â
When the drunkard heard this, he wailed even louder.
Ye Siming frowned impatiently and pushed the sword out of the sheath a few inches. âIâll pierce you the same number of times you scream.â
The drunk man obediently shut his mouth.
He looked at Ye Siming, his eyes filled with horror.
Why did this youth in front of him look like a bloodthirsty lunatic?!
The woman who had been beaten up just now staggered to Ye Simingâs side.
She hugged the youthâs leg and begged bitterly, âYoung hero⦠Thank you. Iâm fine. Please let my husband go.â
Ye Siming turned around and saw that she had bruises all over her face, yet she was still pleading for mercy for her husband.
His gaze became even more indifferent.
Mortalsâ feelings were complicated and stupid. She had clearly been beaten up, but she still asked for the assailant to be let off.
Gu Nuoâer watched from afar and sat at the door of the carriage, swaying her small feet. She was also very puzzled.
âThis auntie was beaten up so badly, but she still wants to plead for mercyâ¦â
The old coachman smiled and said, âPrincess, you still donât know, right? The trend of hitting wives has become even more rampant! Many men pull their wives to the streets to beat them up to vent their anger when things donât go well.
âThese women donât dare to report to the officials even after being beaten up. Theyâre afraid that without their husbands, theyâll be mocked by their families. Theyâre even more afraid of fighting back and killing their husbands, causing them to become widows. This would make their lives even tougher!â
Gu Nuoâer blinked her clear eyes and looked at the woman who was begging Ye Siming in the distance.
In the end, Ye Siming seemed to be too lazy to care about her anymore. He retracted his leg and walked towards the carriage.
The child thought seriously.
Should she find an opportunity to help these bullied aunties?
Ye Siming returned to the carriage and the wheels slowly turned again.
The youth crossed his arms and leaned against the wall to rest.
His eyelashes were lowered, making his already fair skin look handsome and cold.
Ye Siming heard Gu Nuoâerâs small body crawling to his side.
Then, a soft hand gently patted his head.
Ye Siming opened his eyes. âWhat are you doing?â
Gu Nuoâer tilted her head and blinked her big grape-like eyes. âComforting Elder Brother Siming. Donât be angry, donât be angry. You did amazing just now.â
Ye Siming sneered and turned his head to avoid her touch.
Even so, his expression was much warmer than before.