Standing Next To You-Chapter 168: In the Warehouse

A/n: This Chapter is now fixed. Thank you for waiting.

Content Warning: This Chapter contains scenes of violence and assault.

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The bullying in Tian Shen High was not severe compared to other schools. That was because a tyrant- a person who dominated everyone at school- exists here.

The tyrant was the subject of terror but her existence was also keeping the school safe from other bullies. The bullies who wanted to oppress the weak could not act freely since they were afraid that their actions might catch the tyrant’s attention.

So the whole school had only one target - him.

Fei Chuan frowned after hearing the student’s answer. There was no way those bullies would gained the courage to act on their own when Bei Sangyun just thrashed them a few days ago.

Although that incident wasn’t widely spread, Fei Chuan had been hearing the stories of how Da Li and his men fought with Bei Sangyun’s lackey but lost. Zhong Cheng had been talking about that incident for days.

The fact that Da Li and his men went to the old building was surely related to Bei Sangyun.

The dark look on Richard’s face once again crossed Fei Chuan’s mind. Could it be...he was behind it?

Fei Chuan felt a bad premonition. He hurriedly left.

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Click.

The sound of the door locking behind her caused Bei Sangyun to turn around towards the door. It had been locked from the outside. Her eyes turned sharp.

She had been had.

That student must not be her lackey but one of Da Li’s men.

She was alone in this empty warehouse. There were no bullies nor Fei Chuan.

Perhaps Fei Chuan was not here to begin with.

Bei Sangyun already had a guess who was behind this. There was no panic on her face. She opened the inner pocket of her blazer. A silver fountain pen was hidden inside. She touched it and then put it back again. She crossed her arms nonchalantly.

"So, this is the best you come up with?" Bei Sangyun spoke in the empty warehouse.

A pair of shoes came from behind the large stack of old mats. Richard languidly came out and smirked, "I thought you were going to pound on that door. I should have expected that you won’t do that since you are not like any other people I have met."

"Is this your hobby, locking people up?"

Richard walked towards Bei Sangyun. He found it amusing that Bei Sangyun did not even show a bit of fear or panic. She was calm and unperturbed, as if the whole situation was still under her control.

Richard wondered how long she would remain like that. How he wished to see her composure crumble.

"The least thing I like is finishing off my prey," Richard vaguely answered. fгeewebnovёl.com

Bei Sangyun just watched him as he approached closer. "Who makes you think I’m a prey?"

"You’re unlike any other prey," Richard declared, standing before Bei Sangyun. He delicately plucked strands of her hair, toying with them. "I invested considerable patience and effort just to have you, but you haven’t flinched once. With more time, I could achieve the best result. I regret that it has come to this." Richard donned his gentle mask again and kissed her hair.

Bei Sangyun recoiled, feeling disgusted. She flicked her hair away before it reached Richard’s lips. She met his gaze coldly. "What do you plan to do with me?"

Richard stared at his empty hand, shifting his focus to Bei Sangyun’s beautiful face. The prey before him was very stubborn, a tough nut to crack. Even if he treated her gently, she still had her guard up.

"Can’t you see? I want to give you one last chance, Bei Sangyun. Don’t you need our support to solidify your standing in your family? I’m willing to give my word to my grandfather to support you if you become my friend."

"Friend?" Bei Sangyun’s eyes flashed. "And what does this ’friend’ have to do for you?"

"Very simple." Richard leaned in and replied very suggestively. "All you have to do is to be my little bitch." His fingers traced Bei Sangyun’s face which the latter slapped away, "But it seemed that you hate the very idea of it."

The gentle facade on Richard’s face vanished, replaced by a ruthless glare. He seized Bei Sangyun’s collar to kiss her.

But Bei Sangyun had long prepared for this. Before his lips could meet hers, she delivered a powerful kick to the sensitive area between his legs.

"Agh!" Richard released Bei Sangyun, clutching his groin in pain. His eyes nearly rolled back from the intensity. "Y-you damn bitch!"

Bei Sangyun smiled. "It seems that I can’t be your little bitch anymore. Will your ’jewels’ even function after this? I doubt it."

Richard’s eyes flared with anger. Treating this woman humanely was futile. His sister was right. He should have been straightforward and cornered her from the start.

Gritting his teeth, he ignored the pain and seized Bei Sangyun once again.

"I’ve been patient with you all this time, but you’re really asking for it, you bitch. You want to see if it’s working? Then I’ll show you!"

Richard was tall and have a great physique. Despite being kicked in his most vulnerable area, he still possessed considerable strength. Bei Sangyun fought to free herself from his grasp.

"Is this your idea of a game? Locking up girls and assaulting them?" Bei Sangyun retorted, her eyes ablaze with anger.

"I don’t have to lock them up. They come to me willingly, though they end up crying after. And now, it’s your turn. I’ll make you cry and squirm underneath me, little bitch!" Richard’s strength overwhelmed Bei Sangyun as he restrained her hands.

He secured both of her hands behind her back with one hand, while Bei Sangyun attempted to kick him again. Richard skillfully evaded her kicks, and in the process, they stumbled and collided with shelves, causing objects to fall and scatter.

Despite her small and frail frame, Bei Sangyun fought fiercely against Richard’s attempts to control her. Their struggle sent various items in the warehouse crashing to the floor—tennis balls rolling, a basket tipping, and a baseball bat scattering from a pile.

The chaos in the warehouse masked the commotion outside.

Bei Sangyun, caught off guard, tripped over a scattering of tennis balls, tumbling into rows of orange cones. Richard seized the opportunity and climbed on top of her.

"I’ve heard you’re the daughter of a whore. So, I bet you’ve got some knowledge, huh?" Richard taunted.

Bei Sangyun, still struggling, paused, her eyes flashing darkly. "I’m glad you’re still the same. You’re still spewing those exact same words. How stereotypical."

"What?" Richard questioned.

Seizing the chance, Bei Sangyun’s hand found the nearest baseball bat.

Richard grinned lecherously, savoring the moment Bei Sangyun ceased her struggle. Bei Sangyun’s blazer had been ripped apart because of their pulling. Her hair was in a mess. Her uniform was covered in dirt.

But Richard was also in the same mess as hers.

Despite the cold weather, beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he prepared to rip open her uniform. However, their compromising position was abruptly interrupted by the forceful swing of the warehouse door, a resounding ’bang’ sent the whole room into silence.

Both Richard and Bei Sangyun instinctively turned toward the source of the disturbance.

Richard just turned his head when a fist came rushing to his face. He wasn’t able to react when he felt a sharp wind blow on his face and was followed by nerve-wrecking pain on his nose and cheek.

Bam!

Fei Chuan’s punch connected with Richard’s face, causing the latter’s head to swing to the side.

Dizziness enveloped him, and his sight momentarily turned black. Richard shook his head to regain focus. When he realized what happened he cursed.

"Who the fu—"

Bam!

His sentence remained unfinished as another fist struck him in the same spot.

"Fuck—"

Bam!

Once again, a forceful punch landed on his face.

"How dare—"

Bam!

Richard struggled to discern the assailant’s face amid the relentless onslaught of punches. The fists delivering the blows were robust, with tough knuckles and sharp bones. Each impact struck a nerve, inflicting intense pain.

To make matters worse, the assailant focused solely on the same area, making it difficult for Richard to find an opportunity to counterattack. The continuous assault left his mind in a blank haze, challenging his efforts to compose himself.

When had Richard, the prince of the Simon family, suffered such humiliation, being punched repeatedly on the face?

"Stop—!"

Bam!

"Who the hell are you—"

Bam! Bam!

"Stop, pwease..."

Fei Chuan’s expression remained frigid. He seized Richard’s collar with one hand while the other clenched into a fist, ready to deliver another punch to Richard’s swollen and bleeding face. However, a gentle tug on his shirt interrupted him.

"That’s enough, Fei Chuan."

Fei Chuan slowly turned his head to see Bei Sangyun in a disheveled state, her blazer torn, and some buttons missing from her shirt. His jaw clenched.

This bastard needs to die...

"Fei Chuan," Bei Sangyun held onto his blood-stained, clenched fist.

Fei Chuan’s fist was now red and covered in blood. Amidst the blood, Bei Sangyun noticed the torn skin on his fist.

Fei Chuan’s hand was thin but bony. His skin was pale and delicate. Hitting a person until the other party’s nose broke was also tedious work. Look at him, he was now wounded. He should have used the bat instead.

"Put him down," Bei Sangyun urged with concern, worried that Fei Chuan’s wound might get infected.

Fei Chuan tossed the still-dizzy Richard onto the ground. Despite his slender frame, Fei Chuan displayed surprising strength.

"You’re worried about him?" he asked in a grave tone.

Bei Sangyun could tell from the freezing aura around Fei Chuan and the dark look in his eyes that he was on the verge of exploding.

He was truly angry.

But why?

Bei Sangyun grabbed his fist which was still clenched, she loosened them one by one, "You’re the one throwing the punches, so why are you the one wounded?"

Richard who was on the ground wriggling in pain: "...."

As far as he was concerned, he was the one who suffered the most damage, okay!