Reborn not to be a simp, the school beauty's whole family goes crazy

Meng Zhengguo begged for mercy in terror, his voice trembling with sobs and his eyes filled with despair.

He tried to stand up and run away, but his legs felt as heavy as lead and he couldn't move them at all.

But the monkey wouldn't listen to him. He waved his hand and shouted, "Brothers, give him a good beating!"

The five henchmen pounced on them again like hungry wolves, this time without holding back.

Their fists and feet rained down on Meng Zhengguo.

As long as you avoid vital areas like the heart, head, waist, and genitals, you can hit anywhere else, and the force is much stronger than before.

Meng Zhengguo let out a series of screams, the sound of which was heart-wrenching and chilling to the bone.

"Ah! Stop hitting me, I beg you..."

Meng Zhengguo screamed and begged for mercy, but his underlings remained unmoved.

Before long, Meng Zhengguo was beaten so badly that he cried and snotted everywhere.

Bloodstains began to appear on his face, arms, hands, and stomach. His once-neat suit was now tattered and covered in dust and blood.

Seeing Meng Zhengguo's appearance, Monkey stopped his underlings with satisfaction: "Alright, that's enough."

He stepped forward, grabbed Meng Zhengguo by the collar, and lifted him up slightly.

He took off his tie, which was askew to one side, and used it to wipe away the traces of blood from his arms and face.

Satisfied, he stuffed the tie back into his pocket and muttered to himself, "Consider this tie as evidence. I'll show it to Sister Chu Yu when we get back, so she knows we've done a good job."

next second.

"Pooh!"

The monkey spat in Meng Zhengguo's face and said disdainfully, "Someone like you dares to bully women? Don't you even know who you are!"

Then, he reached into Meng Zhengguo's suit pocket and pulled out more than three hundred yuan in cash.

Looking at the meager amount of money, Monkey said disdainfully, "A workshop director from a state-owned enterprise is so poor? This little bit of money isn't even enough for the brothers to have a meal."

After saying that, he casually stuffed the money into his pocket.

After saying that, the monkey turned and left, humming a little tune as it went.

The five underlings followed suit, one of them spitting in Meng Zhengguo's face and then following the monkey away with grins on their faces.

Their laughter echoed through the alley, gradually fading into the night.

After they left, Meng Zhengguo quickly wiped the saliva off his face with his suit sleeve.

They were angry and frustrated, yet dared not retaliate against the monkey and the others.

Watching the monkey and the others leave, he felt a deep sense of resentment and helplessness.

For the first time, Meng Zhengguo felt fear and apprehension towards Chu Yu, his once gentle wife.

After a long while, he finally got up in a disheveled state, his legs trembling, and it took a lot of effort to lift the bicycle that had fallen to the ground.

He limped home, wincing in pain with every step, his heart filled with resentment at what had happened and worry about the future.

He didn't know how to face Chu Yu, nor did he know if Monkey and the others would really let him go.

The road ahead seemed somewhat bleak to him.

Dragging his heavy and aching body, Meng Zhengguo limped toward his home.

With each step he took with his left foot, he was accompanied by a piercing pain.

That was the result of being kicked and beaten hard by the thugs. At this moment, his ankle was swollen high, like a steamed bun, and even his shoes were stretched out of shape.

He dared not swing his right arm too much; the bruises on his forearm spread from his wrist to his elbow, as if a large patch of purplish-black ink had been splashed on it.

His face was covered in bruises, and there was a shallow scratch under his left eye. Dried blood clung to the area around the wound, making him look particularly gruesome.

Having finally reached his doorstep, he didn't want to expend any more energy.

With a bang, he casually tossed the bicycle into the bicycle shed.

The old 82-inch bicycle lay overturned on the ground, its wheels still spinning and creaking, as if mourning its tragic fate.

Meng Zhengguo didn't even bother to close the door before heading straight into the house.

He left a trail of footprints of varying depths along the way, as if telling the story of his current disheveled state.

He went to the table and, with all his might, slammed the liniment he had bought on the way onto it.

The medicine bottle collided with the table, making a dull thud.

Then, Meng Zhengguo sat down abruptly, preparing to apply the ointment.

He opened the medicine bottle with trembling hands, and a pungent medicinal smell instantly filled the air.

Using his slightly more dexterous left hand, he scooped out a large dollop of ointment and, regardless of the dosage, applied it directly to the wound on his face.

"Sigh~"

Meng Zhengguo gasped, his facial muscles contorting in pain, his features almost squashed together.

The moment the ointment touched the wound, it felt like countless tiny needles were pricking it, or like chili water had been splashed on the wound; the pain spread rapidly.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, and he almost knocked over the medicine bottle.

But he was filled with anger and couldn't care less about the excruciating pain, muttering to himself.

"Chu Yu, you bitch! What right do you have to send someone to deal with me? What have I ever done to wrong you!"

With each word he spoke, Meng Zhengguo seemed to be venting all the resentment in his heart, and the surging anger seemed to set the entire room ablaze.

While applying the medicine, she recalled the gentle and considerate Chu Yu from the past.

In the past, Chu Yu would always speak to him in a soft, gentle voice, like a spring breeze, soft and warm.

She kept the house in perfect order, always kept the furniture spotless, and always cooked meals to his liking.

Meng Zhengguo was also very caring towards him. When it got cold, he would prepare warm clothes for him in advance, and when he was sick, he would stay by his bedside and take good care of him.

But now, that gentle woman seems to have become a different person, and she has hired a group of thugs to teach her a lesson.

Meng Zhengguo couldn't understand it at all, and kept muttering to himself.

"What on earth happened? How did my wife, who used to be so gentle, suddenly become like this? How did she even meet those thugs?"

Suddenly, a terrible thought flashed through his mind.

Meng Zhengguo's hand suddenly stopped, his eyes filled with suspicion and anger.

"Could I have been cuckolded? Chu Yu, did she sleep with those thugs to be able to get them to come after me?"

Thinking of this, Meng Zhengguo's face turned bright red, like a ripe tomato that might burst open at any moment.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white from the force, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged out like angry little snakes.

"Hmph, Chu Yu, if you really dare to do that, I will never let you off!"

Meng Zhengguo said through gritted teeth, his voice full of threat, as if he wanted to devour Chu Yu alive.