Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Chad got to his feet, staring her down. “A guy calling you bright and early in the morning to ask you out for breakfast, and you tell me it's not like that?” Chanice explained helplessly, “It really isn’t, we're just friends!” Chad gave the tablecloth a harsh yank, sending all the food Chanice had painstakingly cooked splattering to the floor. “Chanice Hemsworth, you really are a sl*t! Are you that desperate for a man?” Chanice stopped short, before growing annoyed herself. “| told you it wasn’t! How about just now, then? What were you saying about me to another girl? You can have friends, but | can't?” Crack! Chad had landed a harsh slap on Chanice, fuming at her. “I knew it! We'd only broken up for a few days, and you've already landed yourself a new man!” Before Chanice could react, Chad grabbed her neck and gave a few more slaps. “Come on, out with it! What base have you gotten to with the new guy? Have you held hands? Have you kissed, or even slept together?” Chanice’s eyes widened. “Let... ack...” Chad seemed to be unable to control his anger.

He threw Chanice to the ground, throwing it at her.

After that he kicked her stomach a good few times, grabbing her by the hair.

That was the end of the sudden, unprompted slew of aggression and violence.

Chanice was so scared she was curled into a ball, trembling in the corner of the couch. Her body and face was covered in bruises and her stomach ached as tears streamed down her face. She had her hands firmly covering her mouth, in fear of making a single sound.

Chad sat on the couch, panting heavily. The assault had worn him out— it was clear to see how hard he had hit her.

He turned to see Chanice curled into a ball on the ground trembling, and suddenly thought of the master’s words.

His heart sank.

If Gemma was a virgin... she would actually be the better pick. She owned 40 buildings, and would definitely be a great asset for a man to marry into.

But Gemma clearly looked nothing like a virgin— it was clear that she’d slept with someone before.

Plus, Gemma now harbored a dislike for him. He might not be able to get her.

With how things were going right now, when it came to marriage... Chanice was still the better choice.

Besides, Chanice’s first... time, was with him. The two had been together for a few years before, too...

Chad was starting to regret his actions. He fell to his knees before Chanice, slapping himself harshly. “It's... it's my fault!” “I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's all my fault!” Chad began crawling towards Chanice as he hit himself.

“I was too harsh, | heard that you had a new man and... | couldn't control myself!” Chanice was scared witless, but still tearfully argued, “I don’t...” Chad scrambled to change sides. “I know, | know! It's all my fault. The thought of you holding hands with someone else, or even... it makes my heart feel like it's getting attacked by a swarm of bees. | can’t take the thought of you being someone else's...” “It's all because | love you too much, it's all my fault...” “Chanice, does it hurt? Come here, I'll hold you... Forgive me, please forgive me...” The passionate spirit was at a loss for words.

“My God, is this guy even real?” He'd thought he was a man in power, only for him to be a f*ckboy.

So he thought he was a f*ckboy, but turned out to even be a man who was prone to violence...

Then after he’d been violent, he pretended to be all passionate and regretful.

What kind of trashy man was this? It was all such a mess! The ghost matchmaker was still unwilling to back down. “He didn’t mean it! Forgive him, come on!” “He hit you because he loves you! Why would he lose control like that, if not because he felt so strongly for you? You'll never find a man who loves you this much!” The passionate spirit was going to go mad with fury, frowning as he yelled, “She got hit, and you're speaking up for the guy? Are you serious!” The ghost matchmaker stopped short, before saying, “All men hit their wives, don’t they? It's merely logic!” “These women have it too good these days, they think they're entitled to so much! Kicking up a fuss at the smallest issues! What's the problem with a little beating? In my time, it was only common for men to beat their wives or even sell them! They beat their wives to death if they were just the slightest bit irritated! She just thought she’d met a forgiving one, and decided that she could get away with all that!” The passionate spirit had lived an honest and simple life. His most aggressive moment was when he fought off the three ghost soldiers just so his wife, children and mother would not be discovered by them.

Then he spent the rest of his life in searching, and had long since lost his temper.

But now, he could not hold back anymore.

He went up to the ghost matchmaker, landing him a harsh kick.

“You good-for-nothing!” he fumed. “Times are different now, aren’t they? You cry and moan for innovation, but turn around and want women to be the same as they were in the past. Why don’t you float right up to heaven and have a chat with the gods so things can be exactly how you want them to be, huh?” Of course, the ghost matchmaker did not like this.

Both ghosts began fighting.

Chanice’s mind was in a state of chaos. She stared at Chad crying in front of her, feeling a sense of terror and dread in her chest.

She shoved Chad away harshly, running to the room and closing the door before falling to the ground in terror.

Chad's expression changed again. He stomped over and knocked on the door, trying to keep his voice gentle. “Chanice, baby...” “I'm sorry.” “I really messed up.” “Please open the door...”