SBCEJM -Chapter 19 A Playboy Harasses a Frail Beauty in the Street — The Top Scholar Cleverly Punishes the Scum

Feng Zexuan’s brows lifted slightly.

The man before them was dressed in luxurious brocade robes, a flawless piece of white jade hanging from his waist. In his hand, he lazily waved a gilded folding fan painted with landscapes, looking every bit the refined young nobleman.

Unfortunately, his eyes resembled two greasy flies, openly crawling all over her brother’s female disguise without the slightest restraint.

【Well, well. Isn’t this Lin Yu, the heir of the Annan Marquis Manor and leader of the capital’s Four Great Playboy Sons? That look in his eyes… tsk tsk, a full-blown lust demon.】

Yet Feng Zexuan wore a perfectly polite scholarly smile on her face.

Lin Yu clearly paid no attention to the “Top Scholar Feng” standing beside the wheelchair. His entire focus had already been stolen by the fragile yet breathtakingly beautiful face seated upon it.

That sickly aura did not diminish the beauty in the slightest. If anything, it made him resemble a flower bud after rain—delicate, vulnerable, and provoking an irresistible urge to destroy him.

Closing his fan, Lin Yu cupped his hands with what he believed was suave elegance. Yet his words were directed entirely at Feng Zekai.

“I am Lin Yu, heir of the Annan Marquis Manor. I had long heard rumors of Miss Feng’s peerless beauty, but seeing you today, I realize the rumors did not even capture one ten-thousandth of it.”

His voice was oily, and his gaze even more shameless, as though trying to see straight through Feng Zekai’s goose-yellow dress.

“With such beauty afflicted by illness… truly enough to stir pity in anyone who sees you.”

Feng Zekai clenched the fist hidden inside his sleeve so tightly his nails nearly dug into flesh.

Suppressing the urge to kick the man on the spot, he merely lowered his eyes slightly. His long lashes trembled, and his shoulders shrank back as he assumed the posture of someone frightened and helpless.

【Not bad, my “little sister”! That acting! Those tiny expressions! You really look like a helpless white rabbit being stared down by a hungry wolf!】

Feng Zekai: “…”

Hold it in. He absolutely had to hold it in.

But in Lin Yu’s eyes, that frightened appearance only became the deadliest aphrodisiac.

The sadistic desire in his heart screamed wildly, making his throat run dry.

He stepped closer and bent forward. The hand adorned with a jade thumb ring reached straight toward Feng Zekai’s cheek.

“Let this heir take a closer look. Why is such a beauty so afraid of people?”

His fingertips were just about to touch that delicate skin.

Feng Zekai’s body instantly stiffened, humiliation and disgust surging through him.

At that critical moment, something bright red and glossy suddenly thrust itself between Lin Yu’s hand and Feng Zekai’s face.

Smack.

Lin Yu felt something sticky hit the back of his hand. Looking down, he found a massive candied hawthorn skewer firmly plastered against it, red syrup smearing all over his skin with revolting stickiness.

Holding up the bamboo skewer, Feng Zexuan smiled with utmost warmth and innocence.

“Heir Lin, my younger sister is frail and afraid of strangers. Your enthusiasm might frighten her.”

Lin Yu’s expression darkened instantly.

He wanted to lash out, but when he met the watery, tearful eyes in the wheelchair, his heart burned hot once more.

Suppressing his anger, he forced out what he thought was a charming smile.

“It was my recklessness. Brother Feng, I quite like your sister…”

【Like? Don’t insult that word, okay?!】

Feng Zexuan’s patience snapped.

【System, now! Immediately! Dig up everything on this Lin Yu! I want all his dirty secrets exposed!】

The youthful voice replied almost instantly:

【Ding! Fresh gossip incoming! Lin Yu, heir of the Annan Marquis Manor—gold and jade on the outside, rotten cotton within. He acts powerful, but in truth suffers from certain… hidden deficiencies. In bed… ahem, he’s powerless.】

【As a result, his psyche has twisted badly. He has a special obsession with abusing weak and sickly beauties. Three concubines in his estate have already been tortured to death by him. Their bodies weren’t even cold before the Annan Marquis used his influence to cover everything up under the excuse of “sudden illness.”】

Those thoughts exploded like thunder inside Feng Zexuan’s mind—and echoed directly into the ears of the surrounding crowd.

The first to react was a woman carrying a child. As though she had heard something horrifying beyond belief, she staggered back two steps and tightly covered her child’s ears, staring at Lin Yu like she had seen a ghost.

Her terror spread like a stone tossed into calm water.

A pancake vendor froze mid-knead, confusion in his huge eyes quickly turning into horror.

Several scholars’ faces stiffened. Their earlier envy transformed into contempt and disgust; one even subconsciously spat on the ground.

The bustling Vermilion Bird Street suddenly fell into eerie silence, as though an invisible hand had strangled all sound.

Then suppressed whispers surged forth like a tide.

“My heavens… what did I just hear?”

“Tortured three people to death?!”

“A beast wearing human skin! And he just tried touching Miss Feng!”

“No wonder the Annan Marquis Manor held three funerals last year. They said it was illness from bad climate…”

Disdain, fury, and fear became invisible steel needles stabbing into Lin Yu from every direction.

He was utterly bewildered.

One moment the passersby had been respectful and admiring toward him; the next they looked at him with naked horror.

A cold smile touched Feng Zexuan’s lips.

【So he’s not just a spoiled wastrel—he’s human trash. Three lives lost… very well, Annan Marquis Manor.】

She decided then and there that this beast needed a lesson he would never forget.

Lin Yu, unnerved by the crowd’s gazes, exploded in shame and anger. Shaking the sticky candied hawthorn from his hand, he pointed at Feng Zexuan and began cursing:

“Feng Zekai, you—”

Before he could finish, Feng Zexuan suddenly stumbled backward as though frightened by him, crying out as her body lurched directly toward Lin Yu.

“Ah!”

Everything happened in a flash.

To the onlookers, it appeared that the enraged heir had flung away the candied hawthorn with such force that it nearly struck Scholar Feng in the face.

Trying to avoid it, Scholar Feng hastily retreated—only to step on a loose pebble and lose balance, crashing toward Lin Yu.

But only Lin Yu himself knew what truly happened.

The instant Feng Zexuan’s shoulder collided with him, something kicked sharply at the nerve behind his knee.

A piercing numbness shot through his entire body like lightning.

His right leg instantly lost all strength.

THUD!

A heavy crash rang out.

Under the full gaze of the crowded street, the arrogant heir of the Annan Marquis Manor performed a flawless full-body prostration and slammed face-first into the ground.

His face landed directly in a puddle of filthy muddy water mixed with vegetable scraps and horse manure.

The street fell silent for several breaths.

Then—

“PFFT HAHAHAHAHA!”

No one knew who laughed first, but the suppressed laughter instantly burst like a flood breaking through a dam, sweeping across the entire Vermilion Bird Street.

“Oh my! Is the heir performing some grand salute?”

“That’s called kissing the earth with your whole body! Such deep affection!”

Feng Zexuan immediately filled her face with “alarm and apology” and hurried forward to help him up.

“Heir Lin! How could you be so careless? Hurry and get up—the ground is cold!”

Her hand appeared light upon his arm, yet her fingertips subtly pressed into the tendons at his elbow.

Just as Lin Yu tried to push himself up, half his body went numb again, all strength draining away.

Not only did he fail to rise, his face ground even deeper into the muddy puddle.

Lin Yu could taste dirt, foul water, and unknown filth flooding his mouth and nose.

Never in his life had he suffered such humiliation.

With a furious struggle, he finally tore himself free from Feng Zexuan’s “help” and staggered to his feet.

His once-handsome face was now half-covered in mud, while the other half burned dark purple with rage. His eyes glared at Feng Zexuan like a venomous snake.

“Feng Zekai! Just you wait!”

He spat the threat through clenched teeth.

Unable to remain another second, he covered his face and scrambled into his carriage amidst the thunderous laughter, fleeing in utter disgrace.

Feng Zexuan straightened leisurely, dusting off nonexistent dirt from her sleeves.

Watching the carriage disappear into the distance, her lips curled into a cold smile.

【Wait for me? Of course I’ll wait.】

【I’m definitely going to feast on the Annan Marquis Manor’s juicy scandals.】