90: Chapter 90 Waaaaah... Stop... Stop hitting me...

"Wuu... wuu... don't... don't hit me anymore..."

"Ah!" Qiao Shiyu screamed, completely bewildered.

He... didn't he just stop? Shouldn't he be afraid now? Why... why is he continuing?! And he's hitting even harder!

Endless grievance welled up in her heart; she felt like she had the worst luck imaginable today!

She had always driven like this at school!

Those classmates and teachers would steer clear whenever they saw her car, and even if she nearly hit them, no one dared to say anything; they even had to force a smile at her!

Why on earth was this man different today?!

"Wuu... wuu... you... you're bullying me... I won't let you get away with this..."

She sobbed, her voice much weaker, but the harsh words still slipped out instinctively.

Lin Yun was so amused he laughed, his hand rising and falling without mercy: "You won't let me get away with it? Let's see if I let you get away with it today!"

"Smack! Smack! Smack!" A few more heavy blows followed in succession.

Qiao Shiyu felt her bottom go numb, followed by an even sharper pain.

She was truly afraid now; this man was impervious to reason, unmoved by softness or hardness—he was just a violent maniac!

"Wuu... don't... don't hit me anymore... what do you want..."

Her voice carried a clear tone of weakness and pleading.

Lin Yun stopped his hand but continued to hold her down, his tone brooking no argument: "Apologize. Say, 'I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have driven dangerously, shouldn't have cursed at people, and shouldn't have laid hands on anyone.'"

Qiao Shiyu pursed her small lips, tear tracks crisscrossing her Face, her eyes flickering.

Apologize? For someone like Qiao Shiyu, the three words "I'm sorry" were harder to say than being killed! It was the forbidden zone of her pride!

Seeing her remain silent, Lin Yun raised his hand again.

Qiao Shiyu flinched in fear, but her mouth remained stubborn: "Wuu... you... just kill me then... I... I won't apologize..."

She no longer dared to spout those "I'll kill you" threats. Because she had discovered that the only effect such threats had on this man was to make him hit even harder.

The women watched from the side, seeing her crying pitifully, her small body convulsing with sobs.

She didn't even dare to threaten him anymore, yet she stubbornly refused to apologize.

The sympathy they had suppressed due to her previous vile behavior began to surface again.

After all, she currently looked like nothing more than a little girl who had been taught a harsh lesson but was still too stubborn to lose Face.

Lin Yun turned a blind eye to his wives' softened gazes. This kind of brat—if he didn't completely subdue her today, there would be endless trouble in the future.

His hand didn't stop, and as he hit her, he asked coldly: "Are you going to apologize or not?"

"Wuu... no... I'm not wrong..." Qiao Shiyu said with a sobbing tone, but her voice was weak.

"Not wrong?"

"You almost hit someone, that's not wrong? You cursed at people, that's not wrong? You tried to kill, that's not wrong?"

"Fine, let's see how long you can keep being stubborn!"

Lin Yun's hand didn't stop.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!" The sound of palm meeting skin, accompanied by Qiao Shiyu's increasingly faint sobs, continued to ring out along the quiet tree-lined path.

Finally, under the dual collapse of the excruciating pain in her bottom and her psychological defenses, Qiao Shiyu could no longer bear it.

She felt that her dignity, her pride, and her bottom had all been ruthlessly crushed by this man's palm.

"Wuu... wuu... I was wrong... please don't hit me anymore... I was really wrong..."

She cried out, this being the first time she had truly admitted she was "wrong," even if it was just to stop the pain.

Lin Yun stopped, his voice still cold: "Apologize."

With teary eyes, Qiao Shiyu looked at the ground, her small mouth opening and closing, but those three words were like a fishbone stuck in her throat, unable to be spat out no matter what.

"Sor... sor..." She struggled with "Sorry" for a long time, her Face flushed red, tears streaming down even harder, but she couldn't get the rest of the words out.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, wanting to speak but unable to, the women's hearts softened again.

Chen Yuwei whispered: "Husband, she knows she was wrong, how about... let it go?"

Lin Yun remained unmoved, just looking at Qiao Shiyu, his tone flat but carrying immense pressure: "Say the apology in full. Not a single word less."

Qiao Shiyu's tears fell to the ground like broken beads, landing in large drops.

She felt that all the pride and willfulness she had held for eighteen years was completely defeated and crushed in this moment.

She cried heart-wrenchingly, her shoulders heaving violently: "Wuuu... wuu..."

Lin Yun watched her expressionlessly, and seeing she still had no intention of speaking, he raised his hand, poised to strike again.

Her final psychological defense completely collapsed under the threat of that palm.

"Wuu... sor... sor... sor..." Qiao Shiyu's voice trembled violently, filled with endless humiliation and collapse.

"...ry... I'm sorry... wuuu..."

"I shouldn't have driven so fast... shouldn't have cursed at people... shouldn't have laid hands on them..."

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

Finally, using all her strength, mixed with surging tears, she stuttered out this apology that represented the shattering of her pride.

Each word felt like a knife carving into her heart.

Lin Yun released his grip on her wrist.

Qiao Shiyu collapsed onto the ground, ignoring her image, clutching her burning bottom, curling into a ball, and sobbing loudly.

She cried heart-wrenchingly, as if trying to cry out all her grievances, pain, unwillingness, and humiliation.

Lin Yun straightened his body, looking down at her, and then, like a parent lecturing a child who had made a mistake, began to educate her: "It's good that you know you were wrong. Remember, no matter how good your family background is or how high your talent, it cannot be an excuse for you to act recklessly and hurt others."

"You must pay attention to safety when driving. The school is not a place for you to drag race; what if you had hit someone?"

"Be polite when you speak; no one will like you if you use vile language at every turn."

"Furthermore, you must not use force to bully those weaker than you. The Dao of martial arts is for you to protect yourself and guard the people important to you, not for you to act like a thug."

"You're lucky you met me today; I only taught you a lesson. If you had run into someone more overbearing and unreasonable than you, you might have suffered a much greater loss, or even lost your life, do you understand?"

Qiao Shiyu curled on the ground, listening to Lin Yun's "earnest teachings," looking as pitiful as one could be.

Her small Face was buried in her knees, revealing only a mess of silver hair and constantly heaving shoulders, occasionally letting out an irrepressible sob as a response.

Fortunately, this place was relatively remote, and it was summer vacation, so no one was passing by.

If anyone who knew the "Little Devil King" Qiao Shiyu had seen her—that Young Miss of the Qiao Family who ran rampant on campus and gave even the instructors a headache—currently acting like an elementary school student being punished by a teacher, obediently listening to a strange man's lecture, they would absolutely think they had seen a ghost in broad daylight!

After Lin Yun finished, he asked again: "Will you drive like that next time?"

Qiao Shiyu, with a heavy nasal tone, answered softly: "...No... I wouldn't dare."

"Will you curse at people and use force casually again?"

"...No... I won't."

"Will you rely on your family background to bully people?"

"...No... I won't."