Quick transmigration, she doesn't love anyone!

When Zhou Xiaxia woke up, her mind was a complete blank, with scattered fragments of memory reminding her that something seemed to have happened during the night.

In a panic, she hurriedly lifted the blanket to check herself. She was dressed neatly, and nothing seemed amiss.

Her memories were too jumbled to be sure for the moment.

Looking around, was this my room?

Although she didn't know how she got back, she was finally relieved. The last thing she remembered when she was conscious last night was Wen Shitang yelling at her angrily.

Anyway, with him around, I should be fine, right?

After getting out of bed and washing up, I saw breakfast on the table, pursed my lips, ate a few bites, and cautiously went out.

It was quiet outside. Zhou Xiaxia knew the way well and walked to Wen Shitang's study, feeling a little timid.

After hesitating for a moment, I slowly turned the doorknob and peeked inside. Sure enough, it was there.

Zhou Xiaxia's face fell instantly, and she pushed open the door and went inside.

She glanced at Wen Shitang, who was sitting silently to the side with his eyes down, and then at Gu Xiyan, who was kneeling on the futon. She walked over and knelt down smoothly next to Gu Xiyan.

Neither of them looked too happy. Zhou Xiaxia didn't understand; all she did was hit someone, was it really that big of a deal?

Wen Shitang sat with his eyes closed and didn't say a word. Zhou Xiaxia nudged Gu Xiyan, who turned his head to look at the person sitting upright and made a shushing gesture to Zhou Xiaxia.

It was really boring. Zhou Xiaxia looked around and then stared at the statue of the saint at the head of the table.

I've watched this thing for so many years, and I've knelt before it for so many years, but it hasn't blessed her with success.

It's been feudal superstition for ten years now, with people still doing this kind of nonsense for everything, big or small.

She suspected that Wen Shitang was simply lacking in brainpower and couldn't come up with a way to punish people. If she weren't the one being punished, she would have wanted to give him some ideas.

Zhou Xiaxia's mind raced as she stared at the smiling, benevolent statue of a saint, and the thoughts that hadn't disappeared over the years resurfaced.

However, she wanted to plan this time carefully. Thinking of this, she turned her head furtively and looked at Wen Shitang, only to meet his open eyes.

Zhou Xiaxia turned around nonchalantly and knelt upright.

Wen Shitang remained silent for a long time, then got up, walked to the two of them, and picked up the stick that was placed in front of him.

Without him saying a word, a hand with distinct knuckles skillfully rose and unfolded.

Seeing him like this, Zhou Xiaxia was unconvinced. She got up and pressed down Gu Xiyan's outstretched hand, glaring at Wen Shitang with a wronged and angry expression.

"I've already given you a lot of face. They were the ones who bullied me, so I fought back. Instead of standing up for me, you punish me. Why should I do that!"

She was fine when she didn't speak, but as soon as she started talking, Wen Shitang felt the anger she had finally managed to suppress rising again.

"Zhou Xiaxia, are you brainless? You just fall into someone's trap. If I hadn't been there, do you even know what a girl like you would have encountered last night?"

Zhou Xiaxia was rendered speechless by the shouting, but she was still unconvinced and stubbornly retorted:

"Well... nothing happened, and I was the one who caused the trouble. I was the one who sent Gu Xiyan away, so why are you punishing him?"

Wen Shitang was quite annoyed by her stubbornness. What did she mean by saying nothing happened? His mind was in a mess whenever he thought about the scenes from last night, but he couldn't say anything about it.

Over the years, aside from making her kneel and copy books as punishment, he has never laid a finger on her. He talks about beating her, but every time she makes a mistake, it's Gu Xiyan who gets beaten. It's always someone else's family that he's willing to hit.

But this time she really needs to be taught a lesson, otherwise she'll dare to do it again next time.

Wen Shitang said coldly, "This time, I won't punish him, I'll punish you."

Upon hearing this, not only was Zhou Xiaxia shocked, but even Gu Xiyan, who was kneeling silently, suddenly raised his head.

But Wen Shitang was very serious. He looked at Zhou Xiaxia quietly and said in a cold tone, "Stretch out your hand."

Zhou Xiaxia could hardly believe it. "Are you going to hit me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, tears uncontrollably streamed down her face, as if she had already been beaten.

Wen Shitang's lips moved slightly, but he remained silent.

Seeing him like this, Zhou Xiaxia wiped away her tears, then knelt back down in a fit of anger, stretching out her arms.

She turned her eyes away from him, closed them, and cried, clearly terrified of the pain, yet she remained stubborn.

"Go ahead and hit me, kill me if you want."

Gu Xiyan, watching anxiously from the side, quickly pressed Zhou Xiaxia's hand down.

"Uncle Wen, don't be angry. Xiaxia won't do it again. I'll keep an eye on her."

Wen Shitang breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't really going to hit her. As expected, she definitely wouldn't accept it and would probably give him a hard time on the spot.

At most, he might use this excuse to scare her, so that she would think twice before doing anything in the future, and know that not every trouble is worth causing, and that she should at least ensure her own safety.

He was stunned for a moment when Zhou Xiaxia suddenly knelt back down and asked him to hit her without warning.

Of course, Wen Shitang didn't get a chance to breathe for long. Zhou Xiaxia pushed Gu Xiyan's hand away, sobbing uncontrollably, and muttering incoherently:

"Don't...don't worry about it, let him hit me. A burden like me deserves to be hit. If he...hit me to death, then...then you won't have to be angry anymore!"

Even when stammering, she stubbornly insists on speaking her mind, revealing a depth of sadness that would make anyone who didn't know better think she had suffered some terrible injustice.

Wen Shitang felt helpless and heartbroken. Sometimes it wasn't that he couldn't educate the child well, but how could he possibly educate him like this?

That's just how her thought process is—short-sighted and stubborn. She can get angry for days over a slightly harsh word, and then stir up a bunch of messy things.

I did think about correcting it at first, because with this kind of personality, one is only good at home; one will suffer wherever one goes outside.

It's no exaggeration to say that he even took her to see a psychologist. According to the doctor, there didn't seem to be any major problems, except that she lacked a sense of security.

Then he could only indulge her more. Later, he gradually came to understand that as long as the Wen family was around, no one would dare to cause her any trouble.

He usually lets minor trouble slide, but yesterday's incident was no small matter. Being under the influence of this drug was the least of his worries. What if there were other addictive substances in it?

Wen Shitang walked over with a headache and reached out to wipe away her tears.

"Stop spouting nonsense, stop being so cumbersome."

Seeing that she was still crying, he softened his voice and said helplessly:

“I’m not angry that you caused trouble, I’m angry that you didn’t take your own safety seriously. There were a lot of people there, and you, a young girl, dared to go to the appointment all alone. Do you think that’s right?”

Zhou Xiaxia had gradually stopped crying, but she wasn't so easily appeased. Hearing Wen Shitang's words, she retorted defiantly:

"That eunuch Yu is such a coward, it's not like I can't beat him, who knew he would be so despicable!"

"Eunuch Yu" was the nickname she gave to the young playboy who tried to harm her last night; their feud had been brewing for a long time.

Seeing that she wasn't listening at all, Wen Shitang patiently continued his lecture:

"Putting the fight aside for now, even if you went there, you still dared to drink the drinks they offered. Even if they didn't add anything to them, do you think you could drink them?"

"can!"

Zhou Xiaxia's eyes were clear and naive, her voice firm, containing confidence in her drinking capacity and provocation towards Wen Shitang.

Wen Shitang turned around, took a deep breath, and calmly said while holding his forehead:

"Gu Xiyan, get this bastard out of my sight."