Chapter 33: No One Else Can Bully Her

“This is the woman that I like, how dare this b*stard hurt her like this! He’s asking for death!” Beiming Han thought.

She was his woman, and he was the only person who could punish her. No one else can bully her.

“Shut your mouth!” Beiming Han forcefully picked up the struggling girl and walked into the bedroom.

When Gu Qingxin heard Beiming Han’s voice, she thought that she was hallucinating. After a traumatic experience, she shook uncontrollably.

The rope that Meng Zhenglin used to bind Gu Qingxin’s hands was thin but strong. The more she struggled, the tighter it became. The rope dug sharply and deeply into Gu Qingxin’s slender and fair wrists and caused unsightly bruises to appear.

Beiming Han quickly untied the rope around her hands. As he stared at the bruises around her wrists, the murderous intent in his gaze intensified.

Facing the door to the main area of the penthouse, Beiming Han coldly instructed, “Summon Bai Jingqing right now!”

When he lifted his head, he discovered that Gu Qingxin had already lost consciousness.

Beiming Han was very tempted to go outside and teach Meng Zhenglin a lesson, but then he saw what a sorry state Gu Qingxin was in. Her clothes were almost completely torn off her.

Beiming Han cursed silently. He removed his own white top, sat her upright, and helped her put it on. He clumsily fastened the buttons, and his gaze landed on her swollen face after the beating she received. He still remembered how beautiful her delicate face used to look.

After he stared at Gu Qingxin for a little longer, he rose, turned around, and left the bedroom.

There was a tattoo of a wolf that occupied most of his back. It looked exactly like the tattoo that Gu Qingxin had on her abdomen.

Meng Zhenglin hovered between life and death. He did not know how badly injured he was, or if the beast had bitten his manhood off. All he knew was that when he raised his hand, he saw nothing but blood.

General, with its majestic frame, sat right beside him. Its unrelenting gaze was fixated firmly on him, as though warning him that it would not hesitate to pounce on him and bite him to death if he so much as moved.

Beiming Han emerged from the bathroom. He looked at the tools scattered across the floor, bent over, and picked up a whip. Yeqi made two bodyguards lift the half-dead man instantly. Beiming Han raised the whip and struck him directly.

Pow! Pow! Pow!

In the blink of an eye, the blows eradicated Meng Zhenglin’s ability to recognize his own mother.

In all these years, this was the first time that Beiming Han was personally punishing anyone. In the past, he would assign his subordinates to carry out the violence. He never did it himself.

Beiming Han stared at the man he had whipped, who was on the brink of death. He raised his leg and kicked him, and caused him to fly backward.

Meng Zhenglin’s body hit the wall opposite of them with a thud. When he fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out and his body started to violently twitch.

Beiming Han threw the bloody whip aside. His eyes darkened malevolently as he instructed coldly, “Use every single tool on the floor on him! Just make sure not to kill him!”

“Understood!” His subordinates got to work after hearing those words. Firstly, they fed Meng Zhenglin some medicine to prevent him from succumbing to death before they dragged him across the floor. One of the bodyguards picked up an item on the floor and walked toward him.

“Why isn’t Bai Jingqing here yet!” Beiming Han looked at Yeqi unhappily.

“He’s already on the way,” Yeqi answered respectfully with his head bowed.

“If he doesn’t arrive within the next three minutes, tell him that he won’t ever have to come and see me again!” Beiming Han exclaimed before he quickly re-entered the bedroom.

Yeqi was speechless.

When Beiming Han was back in the bedroom, he saw how pitiful the woman on the bed looked, and felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.