Unrestricted fighting enters the female-oriented genre

"Butler Liu, come in!"

After hanging up the phone, He Qiang called out towards the door.

An elderly man in his sixties with gray hair walked in, bending over.

"Sir, what are your instructions?"

The old man's name is Liu Fu, and he is the housekeeper of this villa.

It's a female-oriented world, full of CEOs, villas, luxury cars, butlers, nannies, bodyguards...

These are all standard features; none can be omitted.

Although Liu Fu was the steward, he was a wise and experienced man who wouldn't meddle in other people's business and was quite obedient.

For example, during that conflict just now, he was deaf and blind the entire time and never showed up.

He Qiang estimated that even if someone had died, Liu Fu would at most have called the police, and would definitely not have risked his life to get involved in the conflict with his master's family.

This old fox, though cunning in his actions, is valuable because he is obedient and easy to use.

"Strengthen security at the villa and keep Li Quan and Zhang Biao on their toes."

Li Quan and Zhang Biao were the two bodyguards that Leng Yanran had ordered to attack He Qiang; they were temporarily in charge of security at the villa.

He Qiang pointed in the direction of the villa gate: "If anyone comes to cause trouble later, no one is allowed to come in without my permission."

"Understood." Liu Fu nodded, bowed, and withdrew.

He Qiang sat back on the sofa, looking thoughtful.

Based on his understanding of the original story, this Yi Chuhong had a fiery temper and usually didn't take the original owner seriously at all.

I just yelled at her on the phone, which will definitely enrage her and she'll come knocking on my door.

Since that's the case, then I'll have a good chat with her...

She's just a woman, how could she possibly defy the heavens?

If someone forcibly enters a house and commits a crime, it would be perfectly reasonable to execute her on the spot.

He Qiang felt that these fake female-oriented writers were just lacking in discipline. He thought that if he gave them a few harsh lessons, they would naturally learn their lesson.

Sure enough, thirty minutes later, two black Mercedes-Benz cars appeared in front of the villa.

The car door opened, and Yi Chuhong stepped out in high heels. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and her features were delicate and pretty, but her eyes were full of murderous intent.

A pinkish-white suit skirt hugged her shapely figure, and flesh-colored stockings covered her round and full thighs.

He Qiang glanced at the monitor screen and couldn't help but swallow hard.

It has to be said that although Leng Yanran's group of girlfriends is very vicious, their looks and figures are absolutely top-notch.

He Qiang was envious and couldn't help but have his own ideas.

Or how about we change our method of revenge, take them down one by one, and punish them all with corporal punishment?

But if that's the case, we might not be able to hit them too hard.

After all, if you beat them too badly and leave them with psychological trauma, it will be difficult to cultivate a relationship with them, and they won't be able to enjoy meat anymore.

Damn it, if these women harbor resentment and throw themselves at me, only to turn around and call the police on me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to explain myself even if I had a hundred mouths...

Besides, the female-oriented online community is never short of confidantes. You say you don't have a top-tier female lead? Show me one!

Ugh, just thinking about it is terrifying. I can never repay the kindness of my dear sister. Anyone who has experienced it knows.

But I didn't transmigrate here to become a monk. These core female supporting characters all have amazing figures, and I really can't bear to give them up.

Therefore, they must eat meat, otherwise it would be a huge disgrace to the transmigrators.

But if you want to get the meat, you can't just start fighting directly; you have to use strategy and take a roundabout approach...

Fine, this is a good opportunity for me to practice my political skills and, at the same time, test these fake female writers to see if they have any sense of morality or conscience left.

Just as He Qiang was pondering a countermeasure, Yi Chuhong, accompanied by four bodyguards, stormed into the villa's gate with an imposing aura.

Li Quan and Zhang Biao quickly stepped forward and stopped the person outside the iron fence.

Yi Chuhong was furious and tried to force her way in, but Li Quan immediately pulled out a stun gun.

Liu Fu also rushed over, holding up his phone, saying he was going to call the police.

Forcibly breaking into a private residence is a clear violation of the law and a crime.

Seeing this, Yi Chuhong bit her lip and retreated angrily.

She took out her phone and called He Qiang.

As soon as the call connected, her shrill voice burst out.

"He Qiang! You coward! If you've got the guts, let me in!"

"Sure," He Qiang said calmly, "You can come in alone."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Yi Chuhong felt a little guilty.

She is, after all, a woman, and in a normal one-on-one fight with a man, she has almost no chance of winning.

If she goes in alone, what if He Qiang goes crazy? Wouldn't she be like a lamb entering a tiger's den?

But when she thought of He Qiang's cowardly behavior before, she suddenly became confident again.

Damn it, he's a cowardly gigolo, I don't believe he can do anything to me!

"Fine, one person it is, I'm not afraid of you!"

Yi Chuhong angrily hung up the phone.

He Qiang put away his phone, a mischievous smile creeping onto his lips.

Haha, woman, I really don't know who gave you the confidence to think you can beat a man.

Putting everything else aside, one punch from me could make you cry for a long time.

He looked up at the monitor screen on the wall.

In the scene, Yi Chuhong stomped her foot in anger and turned around to yell a few words at the four bodyguards.

Then she pulled a baseball bat from the trunk, held it in her hand, and walked alone toward the villa gate.

He Qiangchong said into the walkie-talkie, "Let her in."

Li Quan opened the door for her.

Yi Chuhong, carrying a baseball bat, stormed into the living room like a demon.

He Qiang sat on the sofa, sipping his tea with relish, his expression calm and showing no sign of tension.

"He Qiang! You vile, despicable bastard who only knows how to beat women, you'd better die!"

When Leng Yanran saw He Qiang, her eyes instantly turned red, and she burst into fury.

She yelled and charged at He Qiang, swinging the baseball bat with both hands and smashing it down on his head with all her might.

He Qiang's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but clench his fists.

That bitch is ruthless; she really wants him dead.

Unfortunately, she miscalculated.

He Qiang just increased his speed a bit.

His reaction speed is now a little bit faster than that of an average person.

This little bit is enough.

He tilted his head slightly.

"Bang!"

The baseball bat grazed his ear and hit his shoulder, making him wince in pain.

This woman used all her strength and didn't stop at all; her intentions were extremely malicious.

Unfortunately, she miscalculated, because He Qiang's physique had also improved.

Although the blow hurt, he could withstand it.

The moment the baseball bat struck, He Qiang sprang up, grabbed Yi Chuhong's right wrist with his left hand, pulled her towards him, and swung his right hand out with all his might.

"pia—"

With a sharp crack, Yi Chuhong's face twisted to the left as she was slapped, her whole body convulsing in pain, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"You bitch, you think I'm being too nice to you?!"

After slapping her, He Qiang twisted his left hand forcefully, causing Yi Chuhong to scream in pain as the baseball bat fell to the ground.

"He Qiang, what are you doing? Let me go!"

Yi Chuhong screamed in pain and angrily scratched He Qiang's hand with her left fingernails.

The woman's nails were extremely sharp, and she even had a manicure. With a single scratch, like the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, she instantly left several bloody marks on the back of He Qiang's hand.

He Qiang gasped in pain, and in his anger, he let out a low growl and twisted her arm again.

"Ouch, that hurts so much!"

Yi Chuhong screamed as she was twisted and turned, her body involuntarily falling forward until she landed face down on the sofa.

"He Qiang! You bastard! Let me go—"

Yi Chuhong lay on the sofa, twisting and struggling desperately, kicking her legs wildly.

Because of her large movements, her pink and white suit skirt rolled up a bit, revealing her round thighs covered by flesh-colored stockings.

He Qiang didn't look at it much (believe it or not, I believe it anyway).

"Snapped!"

He Qiang slapped her pert buttocks so hard that the echo could be heard throughout the living room.

"I'll teach you to yell, are you still going to yell or not!"

Yi Chuhong trembled and froze.

"He Qiang! How dare you—"

"Snapped!"

The second slap.

"Want to try ordering one more?"

This time, he used even more force, hitting her so hard that red finger marks appeared on her inner thighs, clearly visible even through her stockings.

Yi Chuhong convulsed in pain, burying her face in the sofa cushions, and screamed in a muffled voice, "He Qiang, are you crazy?! I... I'm calling the police! I want you in jail!"

"Call the police? Go to jail?" He Qiang sneered.

"You broke into my house, armed and violent. Even if I spanked you, or even killed you right now, the court would rule it self-defense. You believe me?"

"This, I—"

Yi Chuhong finally realized the seriousness of the situation, and her cursing instantly stopped.

She dared not move or shout anymore.

Because she knew that if she made a scene again, He Qiang's slap would fall on her again without hesitation.

This was the first time in her life she had ever been slapped in the face and spanked like that...

This made her feel extremely ashamed, but at the same time, a very strange feeling welled up in her heart.

She found herself actually enjoying it, and even felt that she was truly living at that moment.

What's wrong with me? Am I sick? Am I a masochist?

When Yi Chuhong came to her senses, she recalled her thoughts and felt a chill run down her spine.

Impossible. Yi Chuhong, a proud daughter of heaven, could never have such an attribute.

She shook her head vigorously, took a deep breath, and helplessly begged for mercy.

"He Qiang... I was wrong."

"Can you please let go of me? You've twisted my arm so badly, it really hurts..."

He Qiang looked down and saw that her right wrist was indeed red from being twisted so tightly by him.

He thought about it for a moment, and finally let go.

He wanted to conquer, seduce, and possess this woman, not beat her to a pulp.

That would be neither enjoyable nor fulfilling.

Men have strength, which is good, and they should use it on women, but they need to be mindful of their methods. They can't just attack relentlessly; they need to use a gentler approach occasionally. They can start by talking about life and ideals, and then things can naturally progress...

Yi Chuhong got up from the sofa, her hair disheveled, her pink and white suit skirt crumpled and wrapped around her legs.

She glared at He Qiang with red eyes, and subconsciously reached for the baseball bat on the ground.

He Qiang was so angry he almost laughed.

What's wrong? This woman isn't giving up yet; she wants to practice with him again?

"So you want to continue the one-on-one fight?"

He curled the corners of his lips into a cold glare, giving her a sharp look.

"No, no, I don't have that idea at the moment."

Yi Chuhong chuckled awkwardly and withdrew her hand.

"Sit there."

He Qiang pointed to the chair opposite the coffee table.

Yi Chuhong bit her lip and sat down opposite her.

The chair was made of hardwood. She plopped down, her brows furrowing immediately. Her bottom involuntarily lifted and lowered slightly, clearly still feeling the aftereffects of the two slaps.

He Qiang pretended not to see it, picked up the teapot, poured her a cup of water, and pushed it in front of her.

Yi Chuhong took the water glass, took a sip, and her emotions calmed down a bit.

"He Qiang," she frowned at him, "you're a man, it's wrong of you to hit a woman."

It's like trying to punch yourself.

Unfortunately, I'm a staunchly straight man and don't fall for that kind of thing at all.

He poured himself a glass of water and took a sip.

He put down his water glass and squinted at her, saying, "Leng Yanran hit me first, so I can't fight back?"

He stood up, leaned close to her, and pointed to his face.

"A handprint, a bloodstain—are you blind? You can see that, right?"

He rolled up his trouser leg, revealing the wound on his calf.

"She kicked it with her high heels."

"I'm a flesh-and-blood human being, and I feel pain too."

"Is there a problem with me using my hand?"

Yi Chuhong's eyes darted away, her gaze shifting from He Qiang's face to his legs. Her lips moved slightly, clearly showing some guilt.

"That's just your side of the story. Who knows who started it?"

"I knew you bitches would say that."

He Qiang smiled, took out his phone, opened the cloud drive, and clicked on the surveillance video in the villa's lobby.

In the video, Xu Yunfan first reaches out and slaps He Qiang's face, once on the left and once on the right.

It wasn't very forceful, but it was extremely humiliating.

He Qiang only took action when he could no longer tolerate it.

Then Leng Yanran rushed downstairs and, without saying a word, slapped He Qiang across the face.

He Qiang only retaliated after being hit.

In the subsequent events, He Qiang's actions were all in self-defense and were entirely reasonable.

"According to the law, what I did was legitimate self-defense."

"Even if I end up in jail, I'll still be in the right."

"The law has never stipulated that men cannot hit women."

"The law doesn't even stipulate that a man can't fight back if a woman hits him!"

He Qiang frowned at Yi Chuhong and asked her again, "Did I do something wrong?"

Yi Chuhong stared at her phone screen, her brows furrowed, her mouth opening and closing as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"And you!"

He Qiang raised his eyebrows and glared coldly at Yi Chuhong: "You didn't hold back at all in that last move."

"Damn it, I just want to ask you guys, are you all crazy? I'm the second young master of the He family, are you just going to let me bully you like this? What the hell do you take me for?!"

He Qiang was furious and slammed his hand on the table, making a deafening sound.

Yi Chuhong trembled in shock, shrinking her neck to peek at him. She found his face was ashen and his eyes were cold, clearly he was really angry. In addition, given his status as the second young master of the He family, even though he was just a discarded pawn, he was not someone that anyone could mess with.

It's ridiculous that she just hit him on the head with a baseball bat. If he really wanted to settle things with her, he probably had a million ways to kill her.

The more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt, and she couldn't help but whisper out a sentence: "Um, yes, I'm sorry, He Qiang, yes, I misunderstood you."

This was the first time she had apologized to He Qiang, and she still felt a little annoyed. She couldn't help but add, "But you really went too far..."

The last sentence was spoken so softly it was like a mosquito's hum, clearly an attempt to save face.

Upon seeing this, He Qiang couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart, thinking that this woman wasn't entirely hopeless and that he might be able to win her over.

He was secretly delighted, but on the surface he sighed with great disappointment.

"Yi Chuhong, do you know how I've been all these years?"

He gave a wry smile, stood up seemingly casually, and walked over to close the door to the villa's living room.

Hehe, once you're here, don't even think about running away. Once the atmosphere is right, we'll just take you down on the spot and have a three-hundred-round battle.

What female supporting characters in female-oriented novels? In my eyes, they're just easy targets!

"I don't believe you're truly blind and deaf, that you haven't seen even the slightest bit of my suffering."

He Qiang returned to the sofa, slumped down, and looked at Yi Chuhong with a look of utter despair.

Yi Chuhong gripped her teacup tightly, her expression conflicted. She glanced at He Qiang, wanting to say something, but couldn't bring herself to speak.

"Yes, you know it, you see it all clearly, you understand it better than anyone else."

He Qiang looked at her and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

"Just like today, you are the biggest accomplice in Leng Yanran's abuse and humiliation of me!"

"You poisonous best friends who only know how to fawn over Leng Yanran are actually a million times more hateful and insidious than she is!"

"You sons of bitches aren't even human; you're just a bunch of vampires who only know how to be accomplices to evil!"

In his anger, He Qiang slammed his hand on the sofa, making a loud thud.

Hearing his condemnation, Yi Chuhong felt a strange sense of fear, and her body trembled slightly involuntarily.