The Villain Who Slapped the Heroines Until They Begged to Marry Him - Chapter 17:

Chapter 17: She Still Has Feelings for Me After All:

“What? I went through all this, and this is what I get?”

“His beloved woman was kissed by someone else, and he ends up kneeling to that guy?”

“Look at his uniform; isn’t that the emblem of the Huihuang Group? This company sure produces characters!”

“Seriously, though, this is hilarious! Hahaha!”

No one around expected this outcome, and they burst into laughter. Just moments ago, Zhao Ritian had seemed intimidating, but now, he looked like he’d pulled a complete bluff. They had always heard Huihuang Group was known for its talent. They hadn’t believed it before, but now it seemed there might be some truth to it.

People began taking out their phones, recording what they considered prime material.

“Zhao Ritian! What are you doing? Stand up!” Lin Xiaohan was no longer terrified.

Hearing the laughter around her, she felt nothing but exasperation.

What was Zhao Ritian thinking?

Did he not realize how embarrassing this was for the company?

“Get up, now!” she demanded.

Zhao Ritian was furious.

Did they think he wanted to kneel?

He had no idea what was happening.

He forced himself to stand, only to collapse back onto his knees a moment later.

The laughter around him grew louder, and Zhao Ritian could feel his face burning. His eyes filled with frustration, and he wished he could vanish on the spot.

How he wished someone would come to his aid!

“Brother Ritian, what’s going on? Here, let me help you up,” came an unexpected voice. To Zhao Ritian’s surprise, it was Yang Lu, who came over and supported him, lifting him to his feet. Zhao Ritian’s heart warmed at the gesture.

“Maybe… I misunderstood him.” He thought. Right now, Yang Lu looked stronger and more reliable than ever, and Zhao Ritian forgot all about Yang Lu kissing Lin Xiaohan.

At this moment, Yang Lu was a comforting presence, someone he could trust.

But in the next instant, Zhao Ritian’s relief turned to agony. The moment Yang Lu got him on his feet, he was back on his knees.

Zhao Ritian was sure of it now—this was no accident. Yang Lu was doing it on purpose.

“Oh no, Brother Ritian, you’ve fallen again! Don’t kneel—it’s cold on the floor!” Yang Lu said, feigning concern.

Each time Yang Lu pulled him up, Zhao Ritian dropped back down with a loud thud. This cycle repeated several times, and soon, everyone in the restaurant was laughing so hard they had to clutch their sides.

Meanwhile, a video app quickly spread a clip showing the scene: Zhao Ritian repeatedly kneeling with enough force to crack the floor tiles, set to a catchy soundtrack. The clip began trending rapidly.

At a military base in a distant country, a fierce-looking man was in the middle of his daily training. Known as one of the nation’s top fighters, he had defeated countless opponents. Yet, there was one he’d never beaten—a man so strong he still haunted him.

Just then, one of his subordinates rushed over. “Sir, we have news on the Soldier King!”

“What? Has he taken down another major threat? Or has he come to finish me off?” The man’s face turned pale with terror as he recalled his old wounds. Soldier King had once nearly killed him and seven other top fighters from different countries. For years, the Soldier King had disappeared, perhaps going into hiding. But now he was back. This couldn’t be good.

“No, he…” The subordinate hesitated, unsure how to explain.

“What is it? Out with it!” he demanded.

“Perhaps… you’d better watch this yourself.” The subordinate handed him a phone. Curious, the man took it, and as soon as he saw the video, he spat blood in shock.

He wasn’t alone—other secret bases across seven nations echoed with the sound of pained groans as other former rivals of the Soldier King watched the video, stunned by what they saw. This man, who once defeated them, had ended up like this. Time hadn’t been kind to him, it seemed.

Back in the restaurant, Yang Lu glanced down at Zhao Ritian with a mix of amusement and exasperation. “It seems you really like kneeling, Brother Ritian. I’ll leave you to it, then.”

With that, Yang Lu let go of Zhao Ritian, who collapsed to his knees yet again, letting out a frustrated cry. His hatred for Yang Lu burned like fire, and though he didn’t understand why his legs were betraying him, he knew Yang Lu was somehow responsible. But he was powerless to stop him, left only to watch as Yang Lu walked away.

As he despaired, Zhao Ritian suddenly saw Lin Xiaohan approaching him, and his heart leaped. “She’s coming over! She still cares about me!” He felt a surge of hope.

This was the woman he’d set his sights on, after all. She was bound to come and help him up, ask if he was okay, and show that she cared.

Zhao Ritian smiled, the thought filling him with joy. “I knew it, Xiaohan. I knew you still had feelings for me. Today, I promise to be the man you deserve. Only I can match you, after all!”