CHAPTER 710: BEATING AS LOVE LANGUAGE?

1st January, 2032.

The world was burning.

Markets bleeding red.

Satellites twitching mid-air like epileptic flies.

Presidents shitting bricks, ministers screaming into voids.

All because of one man.

And that bastard?

Was asleep.

Like a fucking immortal baby, peaceful, smug, and shameless.

Wang Xiao lay sprawled across the silken bedding of his underwater suite, buried beneath velvet sheets and something far softer, someone.

A low moan echoed under him.

"Ugh..."

...Soft.

...Warm.

Fragrant.

A scent filled the room, vanilla mixed with crushed wildflowers after rain. Not the kind of air a man inhales, the kind he devours.

The room was aglow in cold fluorescent light, filtered through a crystalline wall that showed the deep blue ocean outside. Schools of silver fish darted past like clueless diplomats ignoring a dictator’s bedchamber.

And beneath his absurdly heavy body, a girl twitched, like a dying lotus caught under a mountain.

"Aaahh..." the girl gasped.

Her limbs, bare and trembling, stirred from paralysis, eyes opened wide, coral-tinted pupils panicked by darkness, light, and the weight of a demon pressing down.

Her name was Ning Xue.

And her expression?

Like a goddess realizing she’d just slept with a mortal... and he finished inside.

She squirmed.

He didn’t move.

Dead weight.

Fucking bastard was hibernating like a sex dragon after a feast.

As she struggled to push him off, arms weak like crushed willow branches, another figure entered the scene from beneath the tangled sheets.

To the right of the bed, legs crossed elegantly, sat a girl reading a book. Back resting against the headboard, she flipped a page like she was skimming a boring romance plot.

Snow-white hair cascaded down her shoulders, she looked like a celestial maiden, a divine daughter of winter herself, clad in a white gown, skin glowing like frozen white jade.

She noticed the motion beside her.

Tilted her head left.

Golden strands peeked out.

Then a flushed, tear-streaked face emerged, it was her—Ning Xue.

Gasping like she had just been rescued from drowning in molten honey.

The white-haired girl blinked.

"Don’t move," she said plainly.

Ning Xue froze mid-struggle, her eyes twitched sideways, another girl, another pair of cold eyes. Icy blue, ancient in calm, and cruel in clarity.

"G-Get me out of here..." Ning Xue whimpered. Her voice cracked like wind.

She wasn’t just embarrassed.

She was broken.

A proud empress, violated, powerless, and now... begging.

Begging a mortal’s daughter to free her from the bed of the man who turned her from queen of the heavens to mattress accessory.

Three days.

Three fucking days.

Since the night it all began.

She had awoken clinging to him, confused and horrified.

Tried to stab him.

Scratch him.

Erase the sin.

But her power was sealed. Her strength? Gone.

Instead of justice, she got... a second round.

And the next day? Again.

And now? Today? She didn’t even fight back.

Tears stained her flawless cheeks.

A noble spirit crushed not with chains... but with nightly thrusts.

Now, here she was, quietly sobbing beneath a man who slept like he was immune to karma.

"Please," her eyes begged the girl beside her. Help me... You’re his daughter, aren’t you? Help me...

But the white-haired girl—Wenxi—only gave a lazy sigh, turned a page, and muttered:

"Stay still. If you wake him up, he’ll beat both of us."

"...!"

Ning Xue froze. Her heart skipped.

Did he... beat his own daughter?!

This wasn’t a man... this was a beast dressed in human skin!

She lay motionless, stunned.

Wenxi, meanwhile, didn’t clarify that "beat" was metaphorical.

Thus, in Ning Xue’s eyes, Wang Xiao had now officially graduated to divine tyrant who violates empresses and abuses daughters.

"Sick man..."

Ning Xue whispered, eyes twitching as her gaze landed on Wang Xiao’s sleeping face.

Peaceful. Composed. Innocent.

The kind of face you see on Buddha statues... before realizing it just railed you for three days straight.

"Acting holy while sleeping on someone’s soul like a cushion," she muttered, and hissed, "Psychopath in disguise."

Then, like the mentally unwell empress she now truly was...

She bit him.

Crunch!

"Wha—?!"

Wenxi’s soul nearly evacuated her body. She tossed the book like it was on fire and lunged.

"Are you stupid or possessed?! That’s dad’s face, not a bun!"

"I regret nothing," Ning Xue hissed, crimson eyes burning with leftover pride, teeth gritted like a dethroned general forced to mop a brothel floor.

"He deserves it... He deserves worse."

Her breath flushef, still refusing to meet Wenxi’s eyes, like a guilty concubine throwing a tantrum after realizing the emperor wasn’t going to stay the night.

Wenxi exhaled. She reached down and calmly wiped the bite mark on her his cheek, muttering something under her breath about "low-class instincts."

"You’re throwing tantrums now?" she added, annoyed, "What are you, five? Do you want me to bite you back?"

Ning Xue rolled her eyes. Bad move.

Stab!

"A-ARGHH!!"

Pain exploded through Ning Xue’s left shoulder.

She turned sharply, eyes wide, to find a fork lodged into her flesh.

A fucking fork.

Held by Wenxi.

The snowy-haired maiden yanked it out without expression. Four neat crimson dots bloomed across Ning Xue’s milk-white skin, blossoming like cursed plum flowers on snow.

Wenxi flicked the blood off the fork and dropped it onto the floor like a used hairpin.

"Now we’re even," she said with a small pout, returning to her reading posture, legs crossed again.

"...!"

Ning Xue’s mind broke a little more.

Insane. They were all insane.

What kind of heavenly clan uses dinner utensils as weapons of justice?!

"Go on then," Wenxi murmured, her voice low and ethereal. "Isn’t he a sin? Erase him. Purify the evil. Become a saint, holy bitch... Sin must be punished. Even if it’s sleeping sinfully... Even if it’s handsome... Even if it’s father"

She turned another page.

Ning Xue glanced at the book for the first time. "What... are you reading?" Ning Xue muttered, confused.

Holy Book — White cover, gold ink.

Elegant.

But the title?

"How to Seduce Your Daddy for Dummies~ Edition 69."

"...You want to seduce him?" Ning Xue’s voice cracked like a shattered sword. She stared at Wenxi, betrayal and horror in her eyes. "B-But... didn’t he beat you?"

"Of course... but," Wenxi paused.

"Beating is love."

She said it like gospel.

"It’s tradition. It’s how you mold steel into swords. Daughters into wives. Empresses into concubines."

Ning Xue stuttered, "T-That’s abuse!"

Wenxi clicked her tongue.

"No, that’s guidance. Look at you—no discipline, no training, biting people like a rabid dog."

"Beating, meanwhile, is part of growth, it build character. Like seasoning in soup. If you don’t get boiled, you’ll never taste good... It keeps you disciplined... and tamed."

Her voice was calm, icy, and reasonable.

Like a philosophy teacher who moonlights as a cult leader.

"THAT’S NOT HOW—" Ning Xue’s brain tried to object but forgot how logic worked.

Still... Wenxi continued:

"You didn’t get spanked, and look at you—already biting like a rabid beast. Me? Got disciplined since age five. Now look at me."

"Calm. Pretty. Not biting. Not stabbing—except when justified."

"You STABBED ME!"

"Yes. But with a fork. That’s restraint."

Ning Xue’s eyes shook, her will to live rebooted in safe mode.

Wenxi wasn’t done, She leaned closer, eyes glittering like frozen poison.

"After three days under him, you stopped trying to kill him.

After two more, you’ll beg to serve tea naked.

And in a week...?"

She smiled.

"You’ll be licking his lips for blessings."

She turned another page.

"Now... That’s progress."

"!!!" Ning Xue’s mouth opened in horror, then closed.

No! That wasn’t progress!

That was just her realizing she couldn’t win!

That was survival!

Right?

Right...?

Her gaze dropped to the four tiny red dots still bleeding.

Her lips trembled.

In her heart, a dark whisper asked:

What if Wenxi was right?

"You’re all lunatics," Ning Xue finally concluded.

"True," Wenxi said. "But at least we’re high-class lunatics. You’re still in the trial phase."

"Trial phase of WHAT?!"

"Of learning to behave. To submit. To be... domesticated."

Ning Xue felt her last three brain cells leap off a cliff.

She knew she was being manipulated. She wanted to cover her ears. But those damn words, those unholy, honey-dipped lies.

They refused to stop echoing.

She remembered it.

That one cursed line.

A line Wenxi would go on to whisper through history like the mantra of a depraved family.

"Pain is a curriculum.

Our house is a temple.

And Dad is... the headmaster."

And just like that, it engraved itself into her soul.

Like a tattoo etched on the underside of her brain.

She shuddered.

"Now go and wash yourself," Wenxi said, snapping the book shut with finality. "Daddy doesn’t like it when you smell like shame and failure."

Ning Xue wanted to scream.

She didn’t want to smell good for that man!

She didn’t want to wear pretty things and walk gracefully like some freshly trained concubine!

"I... don’t want to," she muttered, turning away, covering her chest with a flicked curtain.

Wenxi’s lips curled with wicked foreknowledge.

"Then I’ll just wake him up. And when he finds you like this..."

She let the threat linger. Sweet, poisonous, and heavy.

"Well. You’ll suffer. Again."

"!!!"

Those words were a bomb.

Ning Xue didn’t move.

She teleported.

With a desperate grunt, she slipped out from Wang Xiao’s grasp and fell to the floor.

Thud!

Curtain yanked. Legs wobbled. Dignity: 0.

"Don’t try to escape," Wenxi added, almost kindly. "The lobby’s full of people. And cameras. You’ll be the morning news."

It was a lie.

But it worked.

Ning Xue froze.

Being toyed with by a monster was one thing. Running naked into a crowd like a lunatic? Without her power? She shivered. And bolted for the bathroom.

Door slammed.

Silence.

Wenxi let out a breath of relief.

"Finally... done."

A yawn echoed behind her.

"Done what, you little devil?"

She froze.

Wenxi turned around slowly—mechanically.

There he was.

Awake.

Sitting up, smiling.

But not smiling.

"And tell me..." he asked softly, tapping his knee, "When exactly did I beat you, hmm? Mind reminding me?"

His voice was calm, too calm.

Like a parent about to beat you not for what you did... but for what you thought you could get away with.

Wenxi smiled awkwardly. "D-Daddy... you’re awake... haha..."

His gaze drifted to the book.

Her eyes widened in horror.

She lunged and snatched it into her arms like a forbidden love letter.

"Daddy! Daddy! Listen—! I helped tame her! Why are you looking at me like I stabbed your pet? Shouldn’t you be praising me?!"

"Praise?"

Wang Xiao stood.

The shadow he cast could blot out a country.

He rolled his shoulders. Cracked his knuckles.

"Definitely..."

He tapped his thigh. A throne of judgment.

Wenxi’s smile died.

"Ah... ahaha... Daddy, wait—"

Too late.

The heavenly retribution approached.

Still, she pouted.

Because some punishments?

Some were worth it.

Even a beating.

Because as a wise girl once said—

"Beating is love."

Ten minutes later...

Wenxi limped out of the bedroom, cheeks flushed, hair slightly disheveled, and her butttocks swollen like two red buns fresh out of a demonic oven.

Her lips pouted.

Her dignity? Missing.

"Evil father..." she muttered under her breath, voice soft like a maiden complaining to her diary after getting caught stealing sweet buns.

Though the "exchange" inside wasn’t too violent, it involved no bloodshed or tears, just spiritual trauma and rhythmic spanking, it still left behind echoes.

Unfortunately...

Ning Xue was in the bath.

And her ears were sharp.

She heard the sounds.

Bang. Slap. Smack. Bang.