Chapter 404 Bastards Deserve What’s Coming!

• Back then, Qin Tian never thought Xia Yanxi was that pretty, and he found her calm to the point of boring. But after they broke up, she somehow seemed a lot more stunning. Today she wore a simple white T-shirt and denim shorts, her hair scooped into a casual high ponytail. She looked like a college kid who hadn’t even graduated yet—pure and tempting at the same time—and it made him itch all over. Way better than the one he’d married, Xia Xinrui, who caked on makeup and dressed way too revealing every single day. He couldn’t believe he’d been blind enough to dump someone as striking and magnetic as Xia Yanxi for Xia Xinrui, who did nothing but whine and stir up trouble. Thinking about how much Yanxi used to love him, he forced himself upright despite the discomfort in his body, dropped his voice to sound charming, and said, “Yanxi, I really am going to divorce Xia Xinrui this time. Once they confirm she kidnapped you and she’s sentenced, she won’t have a choice. Then we can—” “Stop. Who said there was a ‘we’?” Yanxi realized if she didn’t cut him off, Qin Tian would spill more stomach-turning crap. “You and I were never on the same page. If you want to act drunk and make a scene, find someone else. Don’t harass me.” Seeing her about to leave, Qin Tian threw an arm out to block her path. “Yanxi, don’t be like this. Why can’t we just talk calmly? I mean it. I’m serious. Please, believe me!” Mockery flickered in Yanxi’s eyes. “Serious? You’ve got the nerve to talk about being serious with me? Back when we were together, I wasn’t serious enough? And how did you treat me?” “Every single time Shen Huizhen and Xia Xinrui teamed up to bully me, you took their side. You’d lecture me instead, tell me I was immature and disobedient.” “Now that I’ve ripped off the mask and exposed their ugly faces, you say you’re serious about me? Ha. Your ‘serious’ is dirt cheap.” Qin Tian’s face darkened. He made one last try. “No, Yanxi, I’m a victim too. I was fooled by their act. If I had known what they were really like, I never would’ve let you get hurt!” Yanxi’s lip curled, cold. “If you’d known, huh? Well, I wish I’d known too. If I’d known you were this gross of a jerk from the start, I would’ve never met you.” “Enough. Drop the fake ‘devoted lover’ bit. I don’t buy it. And do yourself a favor and move, or I’ll beat you until you look even more like a pig than last time.” She took two steps back, planning to head the other way. But Qin Tian—still not giving up—lunged after her. “Yanxi, I really know I was wrong. Please forgive me…” Feeling him getting closer, Yanxi worried he’d cling to her like gum, so she struck first and slammed a fist into his gut. “I said, back off!” Qin Tian didn’t expect her to whirl around and hit him, and he sure didn’t expect her punch to land like a brick. His eyes watered from the pain. People passing by finally noticed the commotion; a few sharp-eyed onlookers even recognized the arguing pair as Xia Yanxi and Qin Tian. Yanxi had no desire to hit the headlines with Qin Tian right after the kidnapping mess had just died down. She saw him bent over, unable to straighten up, and her face didn’t look any better. Seriously? She’d only hit him with a bit of force. She was a woman—how strong could she be? Was he made of glass? She didn’t want to actually cause damage and get accused of something. That would be a rotten joke. Frowning, she asked, “You okay? If not, I’ll take you to the hospital.” Qin Tian was pale, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. His voice came out hoarse. “I’m fine, but my stomach hurts like hell and I feel nauseous. Can you at least get me to the restroom?” Yanxi sighed. She’d drop him off and leave. No way was she getting tangled up with him again. She escorted him to the men’s room door. “Here. Deal with it yourself,” she said, voice frosty. She turned to go—only for Qin Tian to grab her and yank her into the men’s room, then lock the door. Rage flared in Yanxi as she shook off his hand. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why’d you drag me in here?” Qin Tian straightened, a creepy smile on his face. “Yanxi, you claim you don’t care about me, but the moment I said I didn’t feel well, you came with me. I know you’re shy. You don’t want to admit it. But it’s just us now. Nothing to worry about.” He reached for her, trying to pull her into his arms. Yanxi ground her teeth. So everything she’d said earlier went in one ear and out the other. This wasn’t just arrogance. He’d tipped over into crazy. If he wanted to be shameless, she could stop holding back too. She swung her hand and slapped him hard. “You’re like a dog—never learn unless you’re smacked. Guess the last beating wasn’t enough. Let me refresh your memory.” The slap stunned Qin Tian. His face twisted. “Xia Yanxi, don’t be ungrateful!” He’d lowered himself and begged for forgiveness again and again, and she still pushed him. Fine. He wouldn’t be polite anymore. His big hands reached out to grope her. Yanxi saw the look in his eyes and knew exactly what he was thinking. No way was she giving him the chance. She used a move she’d picked up on set today and flipped it on him. He was tipsy and weak, and he couldn’t put up much of a fight. In seconds, she had him pinned. She yanked his arm behind his back and shoved him into the nearest stall. “I told you to stay away. You didn’t listen and kept getting in my face. Think I’m easy to bully?” She ripped his tie off and bound his wrists tight so he couldn’t grab at her. Breathing hard, Yanxi said, “We’ve been done for a long time. You’re the one daydreaming that I still have feelings for you. Pathetic.” Stripped of any dignity, face flushed red, Qin Tian yelled, “Xia Yanxi, untie me! Now!” He was too loud. Yanxi yanked off her own sock and stuffed it in his mouth. “Now you get it, huh? Let’s see if you still dare mess with me.” Still not satisfied, she drove a few more punches into him. It felt like payback for her past self—the one who gave and gave without expecting anything back. Bastards deserve what’s coming. Outside, someone came up to the men’s room, found it locked, and banged on the door. “Who’s in there? You serious? Why lock the restroom? Open up!” No one opened. Instead, they heard a man’s muffled groan and a woman’s quick breathing. It sounded… suggestive. No way. Who the hell was doing it in a restroom? Qin Tian couldn’t fight back anymore. He tried to call for help, but the people outside ignored him. Yanxi’s phone rang. It was Lin Yu. She finally stopped. She flexed her hands, put them on her hips, and said, “Qin Tian, I hope this is the last time we’re ever alone. Stop dreaming about getting back together. If you’ve got time, go manage your lovely wife.” Qin Tian’s head was spinning. He couldn’t even process her words, let alone answer. And then he lost control of his body. Before Yanxi could leave, his lower half went wet. A nasty smell hit her nose. She looked down and saw a yellow puddle spreading on the floor. Brow furrowing, she clapped a hand over her nose and backed up several steps in disgust. She wanted out—fast. Then she figured he might try to use any excuse to pester her later, so she took a photo of him in that pathetic state. He cared so much about saving face. If he dared show off in front of her again, she’d shove that photo in his face. Yanxi snapped the picture, pulled a mask from her pocket, put it on, and slipped out of the restroom. The folks who’d been waiting outside caught a glimpse of a woman hurrying away, but no man came out. Curious, they peered inside— and there was Qin Tian, reeking and filthy from losing control, sprawled on the floor. The cleaning lady walked in, took one look, shrieked, and rushed to report to the manager. They also called an ambulance. When Qin Tian came to, he was already in a hospital bed. His parents stood by, faces dark and furious. Song Yali rushed over the moment he opened his eyes. “Xiaotian, what on earth happened last night? How did you end up knocked out in a restroom and… and with your pants dirty?” His head throbbed, but the memories crawled back, especially the part where he’d wet himself… Damn that wretched woman, Xia Yanxi. Still, there was no way he’d tell his parents the truth about something that humiliating. Qin Feng snapped, “Whoever did this to my son, I won’t let them get away with it. I’m calling the cops. We’ll pull the footage and see who had the guts!” “No. Don’t call,” Qin Tian cut in fast. “I’ve been humiliated enough. You want me to embarrass myself again at the station?” Qin Feng also hated the loss of face. He swallowed it down. “Fine. No cops. Then tell me who hit you. I’ll make her pay back tenfold.” How could he admit he’d gone after Xia Yanxi and got beat like that? He hardened his face and played dumb. “No idea. Didn’t recognize them.” Song Yali frowned. “How is that possible? Who hits you for no reason?” Qin Tian went pale and snapped, impatient, “I said I don’t know. Maybe some lunatic. I was drunk. I don’t remember. Drop it.” He said that, but he had zero intention of letting Xia Yanxi walk free. Just thinking of her made him seethe and ache. He loved her and hated her, both. She hated being with him? Fine. He’d stick to her like a shadow. One day, he’d grind all her pride under his heel. Crush it. And make her kneel and beg him for forgiveness, beg him to take her back.