Chapter 81: Spank the butt until it blooms

Chapter 81: A Spanking to Remember

The woman, seeing Fu Cheng poised to take action, quickly hugged her grandson and took a step back.

"I'm warning you! I'm old—if you hurt me, I’ll sue you for everything you’ve got!"

Chen Shi, standing nearby, had been frowning, wondering how to teach this insolent old woman a lesson.

Then he heard her boldly threaten to bankrupt his boss.

He couldn’t hold back and snorted in amusement.

Hearing the laughter, the woman turned her head and glared fiercely at Chen Shi, still clutching her grandson. "What are you laughing at? I saw it—you put your hands on me too!"

Chen Shi, who had done nothing, immediately stopped laughing.

Before she could react, just as the woman was about to turn back, her arms suddenly felt empty. Startled, she whipped her head around and saw her grandson dangling by his collar in the man’s grip.

"Hey! What are you doing? A full-grown man like you—are you really going to hit a child?"

Fu Cheng didn’t even glance at the woman. He looked down at the boy kicking and squirming in midair, crying for his grandma, and asked in a low voice, "Which hand did you use to push my daughter?"

The boy was stubborn, screaming his head off and refusing to admit he had hit anyone.

Nearby staff realized things were escalating and immediately moved to intervene.

But the moment they took a step, two bodyguards cut them off.

The staff’s smiles froze. They never imagined that just trying to run their business would land them in trouble with someone so powerful.

Fu Cheng’s vein pulsed in his temple from the boy’s incessant crying.

His jaw tightened as he asked again, "Last chance—which hand did you use to push my daughter?"

The boy kept crying, gulping for air, his face flushed red, as if he’d never stop unless Fu Cheng put him down.

Fu Cheng was not one to mess with.

His Zhizhi was so sweet and well-behaved—who wouldn’t adore her, who wouldn’t want to hug and squeeze her cheeks?

Yet some people just had to be blind, poking the bear.

*SMACK!*

A loud slap rang out, and the boy in Fu Cheng’s grip abruptly stopped crying. His flushed face instantly drained of color, turning deathly pale.

As the dull pain in his buttocks slowly registered, the boy thrashed wildly in Fu Cheng’s grasp.

"Grandma! Grandma, save me! He’s gonna kill me! It hurts so much, Grandma!"

His hands clawed at Fu Cheng’s arm, but when he couldn’t grab hold, he wriggled desperately, pleading toward his grandma.

But the moment he howled, another slap landed on his backside.

Summer clothes were thin—the boy only wore a pair of shorts.

Fu Cheng’s full-force slap struck with such force that the crisp sound alone made bystanders gasp.

"Since your parents won’t teach you, I’ll do it for them!"

"If you don’t learn respect now, you’ll turn into a troublemaker."

"Let’s see you bully little girls again! Let’s see you curse at people!"

With every word, Fu Cheng delivered another stinging swat to the boy’s bottom.

By the end, the boy was too exhausted to even cry for help. His face was a mess of tears and snot as he hiccuped and turned his head weakly toward Fu Cheng.

"U-Uncle… I’ll never do it again… Waaah…"

Fu Cheng didn’t break a sweat from spanking the kid.

Hearing the boy’s apology, he quirked a smile and lifted his gaze to the woman, who was still trapped by the bodyguards, her shrieking and cursing to no avail.

"Your grandson has admitted his fault. Will you keep being stubborn?"

The woman, who had always picked on those weaker, had never encountered anything like this.

Back in her hometown, she was known as the queen of insults—no one dared cross her, and even her husband and son took pride in it.

Who would’ve thought she’d be put in her place like this today?

Seeing her grandson beaten, the cowardly woman screamed herself hoarse.

At Fu Cheng’s question, she raised her tear-swollen eyes and shot him a venomous glare.

"Bullying a kid—what kind of man does that? If you’ve got guts, take me on, you coward!"

Her lips trembled, and big, fat tears rolled down her cheeks. "Oh, my poor grandson’s ruined! If he ends up disabled, how will my poor Li family survive? Waaah!"

Doubled over, she beat her thighs repeatedly, crying so hard she could barely breathe. It might’ve been pitiful.

Yet no one present stepped forward to help.

No wonder—this old woman’s mouth was filthy. She’d cursed that little girl, calling her 'trash,' 'bastard,' and 'may she die horribly.'

Besides, they all had eyes. They’d seen the little girl enter the play area, quiet and polite, only to be bullied moments later.

If that girl were their child, they’d have gone for her throat long ago—not like Fu Cheng, who’d even tried reasoning with her.

By now, the mall’s general manager had arrived.

The moment he spotted Fu Cheng’s tall figure standing in the ball pool, his imposing presence and chilling aura clashed starkly with the sea of pastel-colored balls.

Then he noticed the woman in front of him and the sniveling, limp boy in his grip.

*This is bad.*

Bracing himself, the manager approached.

"President Fu, to what do we owe—"

The moment the words left his mouth, he wished he could take it back.

Not long ago, the Fu Corporation had released photos of Fourth Miss—a tiny, little darling, just three or four years old.

Four was the age for play and pampering—what was wrong with playing in a ball pool?

The manager pasted on a smile and glanced at the restrained staff, the woman, and the boy in Fu Cheng’s hand. "What’s… going on here?" Seeing someone in charge, the woman immediately started whining—how she, a poor old woman, had brought her grandson to the mall, only to get bullied.

"I even specially signed up for a membership for my grandson, and this is how you treat your customers? Is this how you treat your customers?"

Who knew the old lady knew the saying "the customer is god."

Fu Cheng just gave her a cold look before hoisting the boy up even higher.

"Tell me, who started it?"

The boy was terrified. Feeling himself being hoisted up, he immediately wailed, "I bullied the little sister! Grandma was the one who cursed!"

Hearing her own grandson turn against her, the scammer grandma instantly went pale.

Seeing her still unrepentant, Fu Cheng's eyes turned cold. "The sins of the father fall upon the son. You wouldn’t want your son to lose his job or your grandson to be barred from school?"

In the capital, Fu Cheng could ruin someone with a snap of his fingers—all depending on his mood.

The moment the boy heard he might not be able to attend school, he burst into tears again.

"I want to go to school! I want to study!"

Perhaps her grandson’s cries finally got through to the old lady.

Noticing how the mall staff kowtowed before this man and recalling the news she had seen that morning, her face twisted up. Still, she stubbornly refused to back down and apologize.

Fu Cheng scoffed coldly and casually dumped the boy into the arms of a bodyguard.

Both the old lady and the boy were startled—especially the boy.

His butt was already burning from the earlier spanking, making it painful to move. Now, being thrown into the arms of another hulking bodyguard, he thought he was about to be beaten again and immediately wailed for his grandmother.

"Grandma, save me!"

Seeing that Fu Cheng hadn’t returned her grandson but instead handed him to a bodyguard, the old lady turned pale with fright and immediately backtracked.

"I admit I was wrong! Fine, I admit it! I was the one who cursed first. But children are fragile—how can they endure such beatings? Have you no shame! Please put my grandson down!"

Fu Cheng didn’t respond. Instead, he tilted his chin slightly and said to the bodyguard, "Take him to the hospital. If he’s injured, I'll take responsibility."

Then, finally, he turned his gaze back to the old lady. "What goes around comes around. Save some kindness in your words for the sake of your descendants, Auntie."