Chapter 247 - 246: Beating the Wife While Drunk

Meng Qiaofei, panting and exasperated, said, "Xu Feifan, you’re drunk. Just stay put. I have to take care of something, so I’m leaving."

"Stop!"

Xu Feifan shot to his feet and staggered over to Meng Qiaofei, grabbing her arm. "Where do you think you’re going? Your husband’s drunk, and instead of staying here to take care of me, you’re running out this late at night?"

"I’m going to the bathhouse to look over the books. Let go!"

Meng Qiaofei struggled to break free, but Xu Feifan was much stronger than her. His grip made her wrist ache with pain.

"Look over the books?"

Xu Feifan sneered, the reek of alcohol on his breath spraying in her face. "More like you’re going to meet some other man, right? We’ve been married all these years and you still haven’t gotten pregnant. Now you’re running out all the time. Are you seeing someone behind my back?"

"I bet you had too many abortions in the past, and that’s why you can’t get pregnant now. You slut!"

"What the hell are you talking about!"

Meng Qiaofei’s voice suddenly shot up, as if he’d struck a raw nerve.

"I’m at the bathhouse working until midnight every day, while you’re out carousing with your scumbag friends. You get wasted, throw a drunken fit, and you still have the nerve to question me?"

His own sore spot having been hit, Xu Feifan’s face instantly darkened. His bloodshot eyes locked onto her. "Say that again?"

"I said you’d better stop this—"

SLAP!

A resounding slap cut Meng Qiaofei off.

The blow snapped her head to the side. A bright red handprint swiftly bloomed on her left cheek, and her eyes instantly welled with tears.

She clutched her stinging cheek, staring at Xu Feifan in disbelief, her lips trembling.

"Xu Feifan! You hit me?"

"So what if I did?"

Fueled by the alcohol, Xu Feifan stepped forward and grabbed her by the shoulders. "You’re my wife. I’ll hit you if I want to! Are you seeing someone behind my back? Tell me!"

As he spoke, he began to tear at Meng Qiaofei’s clothes, cursing, "You whore! I bet you only opened that bathhouse to seduce men!"

"Don’t even think about leaving tonight! You can’t even give me a child after all these years of marriage. What right do you have to give me that attitude?"

Xu Feifan hadn’t been home for the past few days. He felt he’d lost face after being publicly beaten, and he was worried the Zhou Family would come looking for trouble, so he’d holed up with a mistress.

Once the heat died down and he’d run out of money, he had meekly returned to the Xu family home.

He looked down at Meng Qiaofei. Her features were exquisite, her skin like porcelain, and her figure was incredible—curvy in all the right places. She was far more beautiful than the women he met outside.

’It’s just that Meng Qiaofei has no passion. She’s like a dead fish in bed.’

’Those other women might not be as pretty, but they know how to please a man. They’ll do anything you ask.’

’Tonight, he was going to teach her a proper lesson, show her how to please a man. Besides, it was ridiculous that they didn’t have a child after all these years. Maybe tonight would be the night.’

"Let go of me! Xu Feifan, are you insane?!"

Meng Qiaofei struggled desperately as tears streamed down her face.

’There were other people upstairs, yet Xu Feifan was trying to force himself on her right here in the living room. He was nothing but an animal!’

’Besides, after being intimate with Yang Xun, how could she ever see Xu Feifan as desirable?’

’Xu Feifan might look sturdy, but in reality, he was all show and no go. His performance was pathetic; he was completely incapable of giving her any pleasure.’

’And this bastard always had the gall to say *she* was the one who didn’t know how to please a man, that she never reacted in bed.’

’She felt absolutely nothing, so how was she supposed to react?’

Meng Qiaofei knew full well that Xu Feifan hadn’t come home for days because he’d been shacking up with some other woman. She could even smell a woman’s perfume on him.

’She had no idea how many sordid women he’d been with, and she was terrified he might have caught some disease that he would pass on to her.’

The more she thought about it, the more humiliated she felt. But she was far too weak to break free from the powerfully built Xu Feifan.

RRRIP!

Xu Feifan had just ripped open Meng Qiaofei’s clothes, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her chest.

A figure shot down the stairs like a gust of wind, bounding into the center of the living room in a few quick strides. He seized Xu Feifan by the collar and flung him backward.

THUD!

Xu Feifan’s back slammed hard against the edge of the coffee table, sending the cups on it scattering across the floor.

He collapsed to the floor, grimacing in pain.

"Xu Feifan, do you even call yourself a man?"

Yang Xun’s voice was ice-cold, the words seemingly forced through clenched teeth as he stared down at Xu Feifan on the floor.

Xu Feifan struggled to his feet, clutching his aching back and glaring at Yang Xun. "Fuck! This is none of your damn business! She’s my wife! What right does a live-in son-in-law like you have to meddle in my family matters?"

"If it’s a family matter, then I have every right to get involved!"

Yang Xun said coldly, his fists clenched tight.

He’d heard from his room that something was wrong and had rushed down, only to see that beast pinning Meng Qiaofei to the sofa.

’They were husband and wife, so if what was happening had been consensual, he would’ve had no right to interfere. But it was painfully obvious that Meng Qiaofei did not consent.’

’She was in tears, her cheek was red and swollen, and her clothes were ripped.’

’He’d always known Xu Feifan was a piece of work, but he hadn’t realized that when drunk, the man was worse than an animal.’

Xu Feifan took a step back, intimidated by Yang Xun’s presence, but he forced himself to talk tough. "Stop acting like some hero! That was just foreplay between me and my wife. Who are you to get involved when I sleep with my own wife! If you don’t like it, get the hell out of the Xu family’s house!"

Yang Xun wasted no more words. He slammed Xu Feifan against the wall, driving a knee into his stomach. "If you ever lay a finger on her again, I’ll make sure you can never stand up for the rest of your life."

Pinned and unable to move, Xu Feifan gasped in pain but kept spewing curses.

"Fuck! Let me go! You little bastard! Mind your own damn business!"

"I’m your brother-in-law! You dare to treat me like this? My sister won’t let you get away with this when she finds out!"

Just then, footsteps sounded on the stairs. Xu Yue, with a jacket thrown over her shoulders, hurried down. Seeing the scene in the living room, she frowned deeply. "What’s going on?"

Seeing his sister, Xu Feifan acted as if he’d found his savior and started crying foul. "Yueyue, you have to do something about this bastard! He hit me!"

"That’s not what happened!"

Meng Qiaofei quickly spoke up to explain.

"Yueyue, your brother was drunk... he hit me, and he was about to..."

She couldn’t bring herself to say the rest, but Xu Yue’s eyes immediately fell on the signs of a struggle by the sofa, Meng Qiaofei’s ripped clothes, and her swollen cheek.

"Yang Xun was only trying to save me when he fought back. Please, don’t be mad at him. If you have to blame someone, blame me."

Meng Qiaofei took all the blame, terrified she would cause a problem in Yang Xun’s marriage.

"Meng Qiaofei! You’re taking that little bastard’s side, is that it?! Who’s your husband?!"

Xu Feifan roared, his eyes turning bloodshot with fury.

"Yueyue, divorce him right now! Kick him out with nothing to his name!"

"Shut up!"

Xu Yue shot him a cold look, then her gaze fell back to Meng Qiaofei’s red, swollen cheek. Her expression instantly turned grim.