Chapter 5005: Slap Editor: Misty Cloud Translations After bringing the Cheng family members to the guest courtyard, Steward Song withdrew. The Cheng household guards secured every corner of the compound, leaving the Song family members scarcely any opportunity to approach. In the side chamber, the two maids laid the woman they had been supporting onto the bed before retreating to stand guard outside the door. Cheng Wanli approached, sat down beside the bed, and gently released the pressure points restraining the woman. Soon, the previously unconscious figure slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes, however, blazed with fury and hatred as she glared at Cheng Wanli. She wanted to move, but her body remained frozen. Even cursing was beyond her power. "Heh, had a good sleep on the journey?" He reached out, caressing her cheek and tucking a strand of hair that had fallen across her face behind her ear, revealing a face of breathtaking beauty. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 Cheng Wanli narrowed his eyes at the breathtaking beauty before him, a look of rapture spreading across his face. His hand continued to caress her face, his fingers tracing her brow, gliding down her nose, and lightly touching her crimson lips. He moved his fingers to her chin, gently lifting it, then leaned in to kiss her. Her body stiffened, her eyes blazing with fury yet helpless, forced to endure his actions. "Ugh!" Suddenly, Cheng Wanli let out a low cry and jerked back, his face turning ashen as he glared viciously at the woman on the bed. His tongue was bitten, his lip torn, blood seeping from his mouth. The pain made his entire face darken instantly. He swung his hand, delivering a hard slap to the woman on the bed. "Bitch!" The curse erupted from his mouth simultaneously with the sharp crack of the slap. Outside in the courtyard, people heard the slap and his curses, yet none turned to look. No one showed curiosity or inquiry; they remained expressionless, standing their ground and continuing their tasks. Inside the side room, the woman on the bed was struck hard across the face. One side of her face swelled up, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she glared at Cheng Wanli. Her eyes seemed to say: If you’ve got the guts, kill her. Slap! Cheng Wanli spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped the corner of his lips, and lightly touched his tongue. He reached out and gripped the woman’s chin hard: "Want to die? Trying to provoke me into killing you? Ha! Forget it. I haven’t even tasted you properly yet. How could I let you die so easily?" He flicked his hand dismissively and snorted coldly. "Obey me, and you’ll suffer less. If you really piss me off, you’ll regret it!" With that, he turned and strode out. After he left, the woman remained alone on the bed. Staring blankly at the ceiling, her eyes held despair and sorrow. A single tear slid from the corner of her eye, trickling down her cheek and onto the pillow, leaving a faint wet trail... In the adjoining room, Cheng Wanli was conversing with four elderly men. One of them paused, turned to Cheng Wanli, and asked, "Second Master, shall we proceed tonight?" Cheng Wanli pressed his finger lightly against the ointment on his lip. "No rush. Tonight, I’ll go and probe the situation first. It’s not too late to act once we have clarity. The main thing is not to alert those old fools, lest things spiral out of control." Speaking caused his bitten tongue to throb slightly, making him frown involuntarily as his expression darkened. Another elder nodded. "True. From what we’ve gathered, Song Lingbo likely won’t return in the next few days."