Chapter 17: Not Made of Steel—A Slap Will Make Anyone Cry

Inside the TCM clinic, the young assistant glanced out the window.

“Master, that young guy just now… he doesn’t seem to have any issues, does he?”

The old doctor was tidying his medical records, not even looking up. “Hmm, what do you think?”

“Looks fine,” the assistant said, drawing on years of diagnostic learning, “Seven times in one night is exaggerated. Three times is fine—no wheezing.”

The old doctor nodded. “Yeah, young men… when they’re in love, they worry their girlfriends won’t be satisfied. Better give him some supplements.”

“But this medicine… wouldn’t one course be overdoing it?”

The old doctor stroked his beard and chuckled. “Not at all. How else would this guy succeed?”

Within ten minutes, all of Xi Xingye’s brothers had gathered at the amusement park.

A dozen or so spoiled heirs crouched nearby, holding book after book—clearly hadn’t touched one in years. In their hands were The Complete Guide to Medicine, Little Secrets of the Male Body, and Deficiency, Deficiency, Deficiency! Replenish, Replenish, Replenish!

Normally noisy and reckless, these young masters were now dead serious, as if preparing for the ultimate competition among heirs.

Xi Xingye leaned against the sofa, long legs stretched, crimson light flickering between his fingers, his brows carrying a trace of agitation.

“Brother Xi, this one looks good! Horse whip! Shape matches shape—definitely works!”

“No, look at this one. I think this soup is better.”

“Brother Xi…”

“Shut up.” Xi Xingye crushed a cigarette butt and waved his hand. “Buy them all. Deliver them to my house today!”

At the Xi Residence.

Red, white, yellow, green—supplements of every shape and packaging filled the living room, leaving barely enough space to walk.

“Strong Waist & Kidney Pills?”

“Six-Ingredient Angelica Kidney Pills?”

Zhang Jie read the labels aloud, muttering to herself, “Last night, the young master treated the young mistress’s wound, and this morning he even washed the sheets. He didn’t let any of the five servants do it, and now he’s bought all these…”

“Good heavens!” A passing kitchen staffer, hard of hearing, was shocked. “The young master washed sheets with the young mistress, called in five servants to help, and then bought Kidney Treasure Pills?! This… this…”

That night, the entire Xi residence buzzed with gossip.

Word spread fast across the capital, growing legs and dividing into five versions:

“Did you hear about Young Master Xi? He washed sheets for his wife, competing with five servants, and bought Kidney Treasure Pills!”

“Young Master Xi washed his wife’s feet, got kicked, so he had to buy Kidney Treasure Pills!”

“Young Master Xi called five servants into the room with his wife, and afterward bought Kidney Treasure Pills!”

When Old Master Xi got the news, he practically jumped for joy.

After confirming details, he finally relaxed.

Good news: the grandson is enlightened, and the great-granddaughter is promising!

Bad news: this kid doesn’t seem to have any stamina!

Old Master Xi immediately called the butler. “Go! Take my forty-year-old Vitality Wine to that brat!”

“That’s a potent tonic! One cup, even a crawling worm will turn into a dragon! Guaranteed to work!”

Before the butler could leave, Old Master Xi called Xi Xingye himself.

Xi Xingye was counting supplements and frowned. “It’s just a little deficiency. Do I really need this stuff?”

“Anyway, it’s already on its way. Make sure you drink it!”

Old Master Xi puffed his cheeks and glared. “Also, your dad called me three times this morning, asking about you!”

Hearing that name, Xi Xingye’s warmth instantly cooled. He sneered, “He’s so obsessed with me, I’ll just set him up with that bastard in a shadow marriage—eight rounds a day.”

“Tsk, don’t talk nonsense!”

Old Master Xi coaxed him, “Remember that land next to the Dongcheng Interstellar Hotel you wanted? It’s yours once you go.”

“Too little. I’m not doing it.”

Xi Xingye picked up one of the kidney-tonic pills and read the effects: [One pill lasts 7 days]
Small print: [Makes women wash sheets every night]

Unconsciously, Shen Qingci’s face and her exquisite figure appeared in his mind…

The pill felt like a hot potato, and he tossed it aside. “Find out which bastard gave me this. I’m going to kick his ass!”

Old Master Xi raised the stakes. “Then the Dongcheng JinXiu Villa project is also yours. Do whatever you want!”

The project could bring in billions a year, yet this kid wanted to turn it into a nightclub instead—he hadn’t budged for a long time.

Xi Xingye raised an eyebrow. “Heh.”

Originally, he had to come for his mother’s legacy, so now that Old Master Xi was practically handing him everything, he accepted it all.

On the other end, Old Master Xi realized something was off.

He shouted, “Brat! You planned this from the start to trick me into giving you stuff!”

Xi Xingye laughed and hung up.

With the “big boss” problem solved, Old Master Xi called Shen Qingci.

When she learned she had to meet Xi Xingye’s father that afternoon, she didn’t refuse.

After arranging to meet at 3:30 PM, Old Master Xi finally relaxed.

Half an hour later, Shen Qingci went downstairs. The “supplements” had already been packed away by Zhang Jie at Xi Xingye’s orders.

As for the man who had always seemed strange to her…

She glanced at him lightly. “The nightclub isn’t open tonight.”

“You wouldn’t understand.” Xi Xingye adjusted his jacket in front of the full-length mirror, a hint of amusement at the corners of his eyes. “This is my battle armor.”

He then led over a massive black dog and pointed at it. “This is Lin Shanwan. Say hi.”

The dog, so black its eyes were invisible, barked once and wagged its tail excitedly at Shen Qingci.

Shen Qingci scrutinized him again.

Twice.

Three times.

Forget it. Not worth looking.

Gel spiked his hair into a Super Saiyan style, gold chain, watch, flip-flops with wide-leg pants, shirt reading “I am your daddy”.

If Shen Qingci hadn’t known Xi Xingye’s stepmother was named Lin Shanwan and that they were on icy terms, she might have thought the man needed a brain check.

Xi Xingye suddenly remembered: “Oh, one more thing.”

He pulled out a black megaphone from behind the sofa.

Pressing the button, a harsh voice blared: “Recyclable waste, hazardous waste, wet waste… what type of trash are you?”

Shen Qingci squinted.

She realized she’d misjudged earlier—she should’ve just dismissed that “maybe.”

Once in the car, Shen Qingci remained silent, leaning against the door.

Xi Xingye frowned, studying her.

“You’re really like this? Believe me, by tomorrow, the whole circle will be spreading rumors that you’re disrespectful and have no manners.”

He rested his hands behind his head, half-closing his eyes. “That’s Lin Shanwan’s usual trick. Smiles to your face, crying and whining to others. She climbed from hostess to old man’s bed—her skills aren’t ordinary.”

“Also, today she probably pushed my dad to meet you. You can’t beat her—best be prepared.”

Shen Qingci closed her eyes for a brief nap, saying nothing.

She didn’t care.

Whether stepmother or former mother, they’re not made of steel—one slap and they’ll cry.

If one slap isn’t enough, five will do. It’s not complicated.

Twenty minutes later, the two arrived at the villa district—somewhere Xi Xingye had thought he’d never set foot in again.

“The eldest young master is back! Quickly, call the old master!” The butler at the gate hurried to instruct the staff.