Chapter 1029: One Slap Decides the Fate of the World

The burning sensation on her cheek was still spreading.

Chu Lingxi dazedly shook her head, and only when she heard a crisp "crack" did she snap back to attention.

She lowered her gaze and saw—her heart shattered without a trace.

The imperial‑green jade bracelet that had been glowing with a warm luster under the light just moments ago now lay shattered on the marble floor, broken into three or four pieces.

What a waste of heavenly treasure!

Such a fine imperial‑green, and it died at the hands of a violent woman.

"My bracelet!"

Chu Lingxi sucked in a cold breath, heartbroken.

The sense of injustice from being slapped just moments ago was instantly overtaken by heartache—the gift for their 15th wedding anniversary lay shattered on the floor.

She pointed at the broken jade on the ground, her voice trembling: "You… you shameless woman, how could you waste a heavenly treasure? This is a one‑of‑a‑kind piece!"

Bai Qian Shuang snorted coldly, showing no remorse on her face, only an air of arrogant entitlement.

She was already the overlord who ran roughshod over Wuzhou.

Relying on the power behind her, no one had ever dared to defy her. Slapping someone just now was merely doing as she pleased. The bracelet breaking was unexpected, but how could she possibly back down?

Only then did Chu Lingxi realize—this woman truly had no quality! She said she'd strike and struck, without a hint of hesitation.

In an instant, the anger in her chest could no longer be contained.

Chu Lingxi turned to the security guard idling nearby and shouted angrily: "Security! What are you just standing there watching? Someone's causing a ruckus, hitting people and destroying merchandise in your store—can't you see?!"

"!!!"

The security guard had long noticed the commotion, but stood frozen, embarrassed, afraid to move or speak.

Bai Qian Shuang was a regular at the store.

Thinking of Bai Qian Shuang's background, the guard also felt uneasy. In Wuzhou, who knew if anyone would dare provoke her in the future—anyway, before now no one had dared.

Seeing the security guard unmoved, Chu Lingxi yelled again: "Are you deaf or blind?!"

The security guard, who was neither deaf nor blind, replied coolly: "Miss, one clap doesn't make a sound. If you hadn't provoked Boss Bai, Boss Bai wouldn't have lashed out for no reason. Now that the bracelet is broken, you owe compensation—calling me won't help. If you don't pay today, you probably won't be leaving this store."

"???"

Chu Lingxi's face instantly went blank again—had she misheard? Was this guard also a social degenerate? That nameless fury surged up and shot straight to the top of her head.

Her cheeks flushed red with rage!

Chu Lingxi snapped: "Is this how Pearl and Jade Pavilion usually does business? Bring out your manager! If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, you might as well shut this shop down!"

"Calling for the manager? Such a big‑mouth attitude."

Bai Qian Shuang snorted, strode over in her ten‑centimeter heels, and kicked the jade shards with her toe: "A penniless little mistress, trying to act cool in front of me? If it weren't for your thick‑skinned clinging to the bracelet, I wouldn't have smashed it by accident? In the end, it's still your fault—pay up!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Chu Lingxi trembled with anger—clearly it was Bai Qian Shuang who struck; she'd simply failed to hold on, sending the bracelet flying to the floor, so how could it be her responsibility?

Chu Lingxi snapped: "You were the one who first grabbed the item, then hit me—you broke the bracelet! Why should I have to pay?"

"On what grounds?"

Bai Qian Shuang crossed her arms, lifted her chin slightly, and struck an imperious pose.

He snorted arrogantly: "Just because you provoked someone you shouldn't have—someone you can't afford to offend! Today you either pay up obediently, or you kneel and kowtow, call me 'granny,' and say, 'Sorry, I was wrong!' Granny me might then let you off."

"My granny's been dead for years—what are you learning, pretending to be a corpse?" Chu Lingxi asked Bai Qian Shuang in disbelief: "Why are you so low? Didn't anyone burn paper for you at Qingming? Are you dirt‑poor? Can't even afford to compensate for a bracelet—are you broke? Tell me, are you broke?"

"I'll shut your foul mouth!"

Having been rebuked until her face flushed, Bai Qian Shuang raised her hand and swung at Chu Lingxi's other cheek.

This slap packed full force!

It whooshed through the air!

Obviously meant to beat Chu Lingxi into submission!

Just as the onlookers gasped, thinking Chu Lingxi was about to take another solid slap, the big palm never landed on her face.

It wasn't that Bai Qian Shuang didn't want to give Chu Lingxi a heavy slap—she simply had no chance.

At the instant she raised her right palm,

Lin Dongfan suddenly darted forward in a flash, seizing Bai Qian Shuang's violent wrist before she could react.

Immediately followed by a muffled "crack"—the sound of her wrist dislocating.

"Ah!!!!"

Bai Qian Shuang's pig‑like shriek of pain instantly filled the venue.

At that moment, Chu Lingxi stared blankly, looking at the agonized Bai Qian Shuang, then at her tall, handsome husband—Lin Dongfan.

After a few seconds of stupor she realized—this was exactly the plot of a melodramatic novel: the male lead bursts onto the scene domineeringly, slaps the villainous tramp in one smooth motion.

"Honey, you're so handsome."

Chu Lingxi smiled, revealing two happy little dimples, her adoring gaze almost turning to silk as she dreamily gazed at her lifetime idol—Lin Dongfan.

"You dare hit me?!"

The excruciating pain from her dislocated wrist had already spread, draining Bai Qian Shuang of all color—she clearly hadn't realized just who she had provoked.

She glared furiously at Lin Dongfan, yet still didn't recognize who he was.

At that moment, a single thought filled her mind: "I've dominated Wuzhou for years, from high‑society elites to lowly commoners—when have I ever suffered such a loss?"

"Security! You blind bastard—didn't you see this dog‑thing hit me? Hurry up and take him down!" Bai Qian Shuang roared at the guard.

Lin Dongfan's face was ice‑cold, his eyes devoid of any warmth, and he couldn't be bothered to waste words.

Before the guard could even approach,

Lin Dongfan flipped his wrist and backhanded a slap!

"Slap!!!!"

That slap was crisp and loud, and its force was astonishing.

Bai Qianfeng was struck so hard she spun half a turn on the spot, staggered back three or four steps before barely steadying herself; her left cheek instantly reddened and swollen, a crystal‑clear five‑fingerprint starkly appeared on it, and her makeup was completely ruined.

The surrounding onlookers instantly erupted in an uproar.

The guard was also frightened and dared not approach, mainly because he felt Lin Dongfan's face looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Upon further thought, the guard gasped in shock, sucking in a breath of cold air.

He remembered: he had seen him on TV—the Mayor! This is the Mayor of Wuzhou Place! No mistake, he is Mayor Lin!

In his panic, the guard lunged forward and slapped Bai Qianfeng hard across the face: "You started the fight in our shop—do you still think you're in the right? You've been spoiled!"

「？！！！」

That slap left Bai Qianfeng's face utterly bewildered.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Why does even a stinking guard dare to slap me?

Under everyone's gaze, my wrist was wrenched out of joint, and I also took two hard slaps—where am I supposed to put my face now?

Bai Qianfeng glared venomously at the guard: "You bastard! Did you take the wrong medicine? Instead of hitting that human‑looking bastard, you hit me?!"