Just got divorced and immediately got seduced by the stunning senior sister
Chapter 301: She is the Richest Woman!

Chapter 301: Chapter 301: She is the Richest Woman!

"Dad, stop hitting me, or I’ll really die by your hand!" Xu Dashan’s cheeks were swollen, his speech unclear as he raised his hands to shield his face, pleading incessantly.

Xu Maolin looked on, his heart aching, but how could he seek forgiveness if he did not punish severely?

Seeing Xu Dashan’s miserable state, Xu Maolin felt it should be enough; any more and he might indeed take his son’s life today.

Turning around, he approached Chen Wei and Su Yumei, first bowing to Chen Wei, then to Su Yumei, "President Su, my failure in raising my son has caused you trouble. If you still feel unsatisfied, I can have someone bring you a knife to cripple his limbs, ensuring he won’t bother you again."

"That won’t be necessary; we came here to relax, not to see bloodshed," Su Yumei was not interested.

"Yes, my apologies for the trouble," Xu Maolin stepped aside.

Glancing at Chen Wei, Su Yumei boarded the roller coaster. Only then did Xu Maolin dare straighten up. He quickly went over to help Xu Dashan up from the ground, "Ouch, eh! Son, are you alright?"

"Dad, why did you hit so hard? Did you really want to beat me to death?" Xu Dashan complained.

"If I hadn’t hit you hard, do you think you’d still be alive?" Xu Maolin said with disappointment.

"Not alive? Who exactly are these people?" Xu Dashan was desperate to know.

"I don’t know about the man, but that woman is Su Yumei, the young mistress of the Su Family, the richest woman in Great Xia!"

As Xu Maolin uttered these words, not just Xu Dashan, but also the onlookers behind them were shocked, lifting their gaze to try and spot Su Yumei on the roller coaster.

They thought no wonder that woman, just standing there in silence, had such a strong presence; she was the notorious Su Yumei, President Su, the richest woman in Great Xia!

"Su Yumei..." Hearing these three words, any resentment Xu Dashan held instantly evaporated, leaving not a trace.

Without a doubt, such an eminent person... Let alone himself, even his father would be nothing in front of her.

"Scared now? The truly terrifying one might actually be the man by Su Yumei’s side."

Hearing Xu Maolin say this, Xu Dashan was somewhat perplexed, "Didn’t you say you didn’t know him?"

"I don’t know him, but think about it, what kind of man could stand by Su Yumei’s side and be so intimate with her? Could he be an ordinary individual?"

"..." Xu Dashan shuddered with realization and dread at Xu Maolin’s reminder.

Indeed, a man who could conquer a powerful woman like Su Yumei must be someone formidable.

Remembering how the man casually lifted his sycophantic underling, who weighed over a hundred kilograms, and tossed him several meters away...

The more Xu Dashan thought about it, the more frightened he became. His gratitude towards Xu Maolin overflowed; he stopped blaming his father for the beating and even worried that he didn’t hit him hard enough. If they weren’t satisfied and took it out on him, what would he do then?

No way!

Xu Dashan didn’t dare to stay in the amusement park any longer. He left the crowd behind and quickly made his escape home, planning to hide for maybe ten days or half a month before considering stepping out again.

Overreacting?

As long as he could save his life, Xu Dashan couldn’t care less about what others said about him, let them say what they want.

On the roller coaster.

Su Yumei’s reaction was even more exaggerated than Chen Wei had anticipated, her grip on his arm so tight that bruises were already forming.

Chen Wei wanted to talk to her, but with the incessant screams around them and the howling wind beside their ears, he figured she wouldn’t be able to hear him no matter what he said.

Unable to do anything else, he just let her hold on.

The experience lasted neither too long nor too short, a little over five minutes.

Su Yumei was fine, but most people got off the ride with their throats hoarse.

"That was way too thrilling, I think it would be better to go easy on these rides, they seem like a big threat to the heart." Su Yumei still felt a lingering fear when she thought back on it.

For a long time, she didn’t want to experience that feeling again.

"Since you don’t like it, Senior Sister, let’s play some relaxing small games instead, how about shooting with an air gun?" Chen Wei suggested, raising his hand.

"..." But all of Su Yumei’s attention was on the clear, visible bruises on Chen Wei’s arm.

"These are from when we were on the roller coaster just now, from my pinching, right?" Su Yumei saw Chen Wei trying to hide the bruises and immediately grabbed his arm, pressing for an answer.

"It’s nothing, they’ll fade on their own." Chen Wei reassured Su Yumei not to worry.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Su Yumei asked, feeling guilty.

"Not at all." Chen Wei shook his head.

To tell the truth, compared to the injuries he had suffered before, these probably felt like nothing more than a feather brushing against his arm.

"I’m sorry." Su Yumei apologized, bowing her head and lightly kissing the bruise, "This is all I can do."

"That’s enough, I should’ve let Senior Sister pinch me more." Chen Wei joked playfully.

"Get lost, don’t talk nonsense!" Su Yumei walked over to Chen Wei, hooking her arms around his, and declared with a cheerful smile, "Let’s go, we’ll play the air gun game."

Air gun game booths, not something only found in amusement parks, can be seen at many night markets.

Hit a certain number of balloons with a toy air gun and you win a prize.

Seeing Chen Wei and Su Yumei approach, the game stall holder couldn’t help but reveal a barely noticeable sly grin; more easy money was coming his way.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don’t miss out. Hit ten balloons in a row and win a jade bracelet worth a hundred thousand, which perfectly matches the lady boss’s temperament. Sir, if you can win it for your girlfriend, I’m sure she will be delighted," the hawker pitched.

"Why haven’t you refilled so many of the missing balloons?" Su Yumei inquired, looking at the large wooden wall where, she estimated, fewer than forty balloons hung, sporadically placed to increase the difficulty of hitting them.

"I only refill after they’ve been shot. Fewer balloons mean a higher hit rate, right?" Yet the truth was that the stall holder deliberately kept the number of balloons low and chose high-quality ones that were very hard to burst.

For amusement parks, places with huge visitor turnover, taking advantage of even one customer was worth it; how many would be repeat visitors?

"It’s fine, Senior Sister, do you like that bracelet? If you want it, I’ll win it for you."

"I like anything you give me," Su Yumei responded.

I’ll win it for you ... Young people these days, so bold with their promises.

The stall holder didn’t mock Chen Wei; instead, he was pleased with the overconfident attitude. Men were often reckless in front of women, making it easier for the owner to make more money.

"Give me ten bullets," Chen Wei said.

"Sir, ten bullets might not be enough. I suggest you start with thirty," the stallholder recommended.

"Just ten."

"..." Having no alternative, the stall holder turned away to fetch ten plastic bullets for Chen Wei, rolling his eyes as he did so, with a perfunctory attitude, "Fifty yuan!"