Sweet Wife in My Arms Chapter 2511

Heavens, what words from him! Folks might be in the dark, but Lei Qingyi knew full well. Yan Huan's freakish power meant that, let alone a slap, even a gentle finger jab could leave someone screaming in agony. If anyone dared slap her, they'd get smacked right into the afterlife.

Forget soft-hearted Su Muran with her weak arms—even Lei Qingyi himself would soar through the air from Yan Huan's slap. This dainty lady seemed so frail and vulnerable, ripe for picking on. Sure, she appeared utterly innocuous too.

Yet what sort of feat was launching a full-grown man airborne with a single kick?

Without witnessing it firsthand, nobody would buy it. Lei Qingyi had been among the skeptics.

Still, he'd beheld it himself. Beheld it clear as day.

Failing to lift weights with that monstrous might would be such a waste.

Maybe she secretly did. She'd crush world records in weightlifting, bringing honor to the nation.

Lu Yi's demand chilled more than Lei Qingyi thrashing him thrice. Lu Yi truly voiced it without flinching.

Wasn't that utterly brazen?

Blame Su Muran for starting the shamelessness. Now that both sides stooped low, it boiled down to who outdid the other in audacity.

“That’s it?”

Su Qingdong gripped his fists hard, grinding his teeth. He nearly longed to bash Lu Yi's skull with a chair. How did such a beast spawn? Not just Lu Yi—he itched to smash Lu Yi's mom too.

Yet versus the fallout of this scandal breaking wide open, this option stood as the mildest, tiniest blow. Merely one slap, nothing more. No flesh torn off. He kept soothing himself inwardly.

A single slap to restore global peace and safeguard the Su family's name. Forget one—he'd greenlight ten.

Bluntly put, Su Muran had this slap coming. And from Yan Huan, no less. How fierce could a slip of a girl like her be? Just one smack at worst, puffing up her cheek. No way it'd leak outward.

Skipping this slap meant failing to calm the Lu family fury, squash the uproar, teach Su Muran a harsh lesson, and grasp true generosity. Henceforth, she'd curb her wild impulses.

Therefore...

He had zero grounds to refuse.

Lifting his gaze, he stared at Lu Yi endlessly. His features tautened to breaking point.

“Okay, I agree.”

Su Qingdong consented. Indeed, he did. Naturally, facing such a mess, anyone seeking justice—with proof and eyes on it—would jump at settling via one slap. Who'd balk, right?

Post-agreement, though, Su Qingdong caught Lei Qingyi eyeing him pityingly. That look carried unmistakable compassion. He couldn't fathom Lu Yi's scheme at all.

“A slap?” He queried once more, doubt lacing his tone.

“Yes, a slap. One from my wife.” Lu Yi curved his lips subtly. “Rest easy, no tricky semantics here. A slap means a slap. Post-slap, I'll handle the evidence properly.”

Hearing that eased Su Qingdong's suspicions. Though distrustful by nature, Lu Yi earned full trust on this. Lu Yi wasn't some random soul—he was Hai City's prosecutor. That role matched his intellect; his vows held ironclad weight, unbreakable.

As Lu Yi exited alongside Lei Qingyi, the latter flashed him a big thumbs-up.

“Lu Yi, you're ruthless to the core.”

“Thank you.” Lu Yi owned it freely. Black-hearted? Absolutely.

“I can't handle you.” Lei Qingyi rubbed his nose. Whew, thank goodness for their bond as pals and kin. Turn that sky-high IQ foe? He'd perish horribly.

Good thing his Lingling stayed ordinary, sans super strength. Else, he'd be pulverized. The notion chilled him deeper, sweat beading on his brow.

Utterly horrifying.

Naturally, when Yan Huan geared up to deliver that slap, he'd drag Lingling along for the spectacle.

Watch mighty Yan Huan unleash that strike. Bound to dazzle.

Lu Yi pulled out his phone and called Yan Huan. She remained at school, though her time there was quite scarce. With flights throughout the year and upcoming film shoots, earning credits was a rare feat for her.

“You want me to slap her?”

Yan Huan twirled the pen between her fingers.

“Sure,” Yan Huan replied, thrilled at the idea.

She longed to make that scheming woman face the repercussions. Of course, she wouldn't overdo the slap.

Excitement bubbled within her as she pondered the best way to deliver the slap to Su Muran.

Meanwhile, chaos had erupted in the Su family too.

Su Muran paled at the news that Su Qingdong intended for Yan Huan to strike her.

Never in her life had she endured a facial slap, let alone a scolding—no one dared. Who was she? Su Muran, the wealthy young miss and superstar.

How dare anyone strike her, especially across the face?

She shook her head fiercely, refusing utterly.

“Father, I refuse to let her hit me.”

Su Muran clutched her face, unwilling to offer it up for Yan Huan to strike.

“No problem if you skip the slap,” Su Qingdong said, visibly burdened by the issue. With the Ye family already pressuring them, Lu family and Zhou family involvement would doom the Su family—no need to imagine the fallout.

Relief washed over Su Muran upon hearing this; she smirked too. It was mere intimidation—what was there to fear?

Yet Su Qingdong held back the rest.

He snorted coldly, feeling unprecedented disappointment in his daughter. He cherished Su Muran, but with the Su family's crisis at stake, compromise was impossible. The Su family must endure, must not crumble; without it, how could they thrive?

“Fine if she doesn't slap you.” Su Qingdong's face darkened to a sickly green, freezing Su Muran in place.

“Your scheme of tailing her got exposed. Evidence is solid now—your voice was recorded. Muran, refuse the slap and face a lawsuit. You know Lu Yi's power; he'll crush any defense. As a star yourself, do you want your reputation ruined?”