Chapter 114: A Ruthless Beating for Pei Qinghu!
“Husband!”
At that moment, Zhao Xiue, having regained her senses, refused to believe it. She grabbed Lan Taibao firmly, urging, “You must have made a mistake in your appraisal! Please, quickly reassess it.”
“How could a worthless person’s painting be authentic? His must be a forgery…”
“Impossible!”
Lan Taibao said solemnly, “You may doubt anything about me, but never my expertise. When it comes to antiques, especially calligraphy and paintings, I dare say I’m second to none.”
“This ‘Hundred Birds, Pine, and Crane’ painting is indeed an original by Yuan Chongming.”
“In other words, the one Pei Qinghu holds is the fake!”
The room fell into complete silence at this revelation.
Who would have thought? Everyone initially believed Ye Wushang was just showing off, intentionally presenting a fake to deceive others.
But Lan Taibao’s appraisal proved his was genuine, while Pei Qinghu’s was counterfeit.
Such a dramatic reversal filled the crowd with a complex mix of emotions.
“There must be something fishy here!”
At this point, Lan Ruoshuang, unable to bear it any longer, shouted fiercely, “I don’t believe that worthless man could possess an original!”
“Maybe he swapped it secretly when he came in. They were talking together just now…”
“That’s enough, Ruoshuang! Stop spouting nonsense!” Lan Ruoxue interrupted sharply, stepping forward to pull her away and whispering, “There are surveillance cameras in the hall. Where could any swapping have happened?”
“Besides, when they were talking earlier, Wushang didn’t move at all.”
“This proves he truly brought the original to celebrate grandfather’s birthday.”
She looked up at Ye Wushang, her eyes shifting with indescribable complexity.
She had misunderstood him!
She thought he was bluffing to protect his pride and challenging Pei Qinghu on a whim.
But who would have guessed he actually brought an original worth a hundred million to the banquet? Was he really so generous?
For some reason, witnessing him clear his name stirred an inexplicable excitement within her.
“Pei Qinghu, facts speak louder than words. The painting in my hands is the genuine article.”
“According to the bet we made earlier, you owe me the money.”
“Remember, one hundred million, not a penny less.”
Ye Wushang paid no heed to the murmurs around him.
He only wanted the other party to pay up.
Wanted to show off? Then he’d do it thoroughly.
“I, I…” Pei Qinghu stammered, unable to form a complete sentence.
Looking at Ye Wushang’s confident demeanor, his hatred burned fiercely.
After a brief moment of shock, he suddenly stood and argued vehemently, “I was deceived too!”
“I did spend the money, but who knew the other party sold me a fake!”
“I’m a victim as well. There’s no way I’ll pay again!”
Even he felt his argument was weak.
Spending a hundred million—didn’t he exercise extreme caution?
Clearly, he was just trying to find an excuse for being given a fake.
But as the eldest son of the Pei family, a man of great power and status, who dared to challenge him?
The guests remained silent.
Lan Ruoshuang took the opportunity to defend him, “Young Master Hu is right; he is also a victim.”
“If you ask me, the person who cheated him is probably in cahoots with that worthless man.”
Zhao Xiue nodded, “Makes sense. Otherwise, how could the birthday gifts be so coincidentally the same?”
“Young Master Hu gave the ‘Hundred Birds, Pine, and Crane’ painting, and that worthless man also brought the same piece…”
“Enough!”
Before she could finish, Elder Lan suddenly bellowed, “That’s enough!”
“Since it’s been authenticated that Wushang’s painting is the original, I want everyone to keep their mouths clean.”
“If anyone dares to insult him again, don’t blame me for turning against them!”
“As for Pei Qinghu…”
He paused briefly, waving his hand dismissively, “Forget about the hundred million.”
“I want sincerity, not money.”
He knew full well.
Pei Qinghu was the heir of a top-tier family, the future head.
If they offended him over this, it would be a loss too great.
Whether for the family’s sake or Ye Wushang’s, he didn’t want any unnecessary trouble.
But who would have expected Ye Wushang to persist, “No!”
“A true man’s word is as solid as a nail.”
“The bet was his idea, and now that the result is out, he must take responsibility for his words.”
He glared at Pei Qinghu coldly, “Pei Qinghu, tell me, will you pay the hundred million or not?”
“No!”
Pei Qinghu rejected outright.
What a joke—one hundred million!
That was years of his pocket money. If invested in his father’s dealings, who knew how many connections could be cultivated.
Giving so much away to a third-rate family for no reason? Unless he’d lost his mind!
He had agreed publicly, so what?
He could just publicly back out later.
“I am a victim too.”
“I sincerely came to celebrate Elder Lan’s birthday, but was cheated by that fraud.”
“I’ll find the person who sold me the fake painting and settle scores!”
“And you, Ye Wushang!”
“If I find even a hint of your involvement, I won’t let you off!”
He couldn’t eat the rest of the meal.
His hopes of furthering his relationship with Lan Ruoxue were dashed for the moment.
No matter.
As long as the green mountains remain, there will always be firewood.
Feeling the tension rise, he had no desire to stay longer.
He turned to leave, but Ye Wushang swiftly blocked his path.
“Stop!”
“No money, no leaving!”
“Damn it!”
Pei Qinghu was annoyed.
He hadn’t expected this worthless man to be so stubborn, actually coming to block him.
He wanted to put on a show, but combined with old and new grudges, he lost his temper and cursed, “Worthless, you’re shameless.”
“I’ve said it—I’m also a victim.”
“I didn’t come with a fake on purpose, so that bet doesn’t count.”
“Listen, I’m the eldest son of the Pei family, heir to a top family. You’d better be polite to me.”
“Or else…”
“Smack!”
Before he could finish, Ye Wushang slapped him hard across the face!
The strike was powerful and crisp.
In an instant, a clear five-clawed mark appeared on Pei Qinghu’s cheek.
“You worthless bastard! How dare you hit me?”
Pei Qinghu clutched his throbbing right cheek, staring incredulously.
Ye Wushang’s gaze was like a burning torch as he coldly said, “If you don’t pay, I not only dare to hit you—I dare to kill you!”
He stepped forward, towering over him.
His fierce expression resembled an invincible killing god, terrifying to behold.
“Are you crazy?”
Seeing this, Zhao Xiue immediately panicked.
The painting issue was one thing.
But the fact that Ye Wushang had struck the eldest son of the Pei family at their own birthday banquet—if this escalated, the Lan family would be finished!
She rushed over and grabbed Ye Wushang, “How dare you hit Young Master Hu? Apologize immediately…”
“Hm?”
Ye Wushang’s eyes sharpened as he glared at her.
Zhao Xiue’s tongue shrank back in fear, swallowing the words she wanted to say.
“Pei Qinghu.”
“I’ll ask you one last time: will you pay or not?”
Ye Wushang took a deep breath.
He grabbed a steak knife from the table and pressed it against Pei Qinghu’s neck.
“No! Not even if you kill me.”
“I dare you to kill me. If anything happens to me, I…”
“Shh.”
Seeing Pei Qinghu still shouting, Ye Wushang wasted no words and pressed the knife in deeper.
Blood immediately flowed.
As the pressure increased, so did the pain.
“Stop! I’ll pay, I’ll pay, alright?”
Pei Qinghu panicked.
He hadn’t expected this worthless man to actually carry out the threat.
Daring to kill him in front of everyone.
He was insane! A mad dog!
Though a hundred million was a lot, it was nothing compared to his life.
“Pay now.”
“Not a penny less!”
Ye Wushang didn’t loosen his grip, fiercely commanding.
Terrified, Pei Qinghu hastily pulled out his phone and, following Ye Wushang’s bank account details, began transferring money.
For ten long minutes.
The notification sounds of transfers rang out repeatedly.
Five million.
Ten million.
Thirty million.
Fifty million.
The crisp sounds filled the room with shock and awe.
“No, that’s all…”
Pei Qinghu looked at his empty account with a bitter expression and helplessly said.
“Still fifty million short. Borrow it from your family!”
Ye Wushang’s face remained expressionless. His hand never loosened on the knife.
The prolonged pressure had torn the skin, blood flowing freely.
His complexion rapidly paled.
He looked like he might die from blood loss at any moment.
But Ye Wushang was undeterred.
Given his current condition, he wasn’t in mortal danger.
Since he started, he would finish. He wouldn’t stop until the full hundred million was paid.
“Enough, Wushang. Stop this madness!”
Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Lan Ruoxue hurried over, pulling him aside and whispering, “According to the bet, he should keep his promise.”
“But he is the eldest son of the Pei family, and today is our Lan family’s birthday banquet.”
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