Chapter 12 This Type of Woman is Best Left Early_1

Hearing this, Yan Zao's eyebrows furrowed, and she then lifted her eyelids, staring at Ningyue for a second.

Suddenly standing up, she said, "Aunt, I'll come over for dinner next time. I just remembered I have something to do."

She grabbed her bag and left without looking back.

No matter how much Wen Jing and Ningyue called after her from behind, "Zaozao."

"Zaozao!"

Wen Jing lived on the third floor. As Yan Zao descended the stairs and exited the building, she looked up, took a deep breath, her eyes slightly moist. She wiped the corners of her eyes with her hand before taking out her phone to dial a number.

Once the call was answered, she spoke coldly, "Lawyer Zhang, tell my parents that if they continue to pry into my whereabouts or disclose them, any discussions about money will be indefinitely postponed. Their life or death has nothing to do with me."

Without waiting for a response, she hung up the phone.

…

'I just want to say one thing, there was no fate between me and Lan Mu, it all came down to his family's money.'

Yan Zao was now a hot topic. The words she said to the reporters who intercepted her at Wen Jing's home in the afternoon soon soared to the top of the trending search list and showed no signs of dropping for five hours.

The media loved to nitpick and exaggerate. They edited Yan Zao's opinions on Lan Mu and Yu Yesang, keeping only a snippet of her words to steer public opinion against her character, condemning her as a gold digger.

Before the backlash from the last controversy had subsided, a new wave had already begun.

In a private room at a high-end club, several men watched the video of Yan Zao's interview, scoffing at her, "This woman is as realistic as she was before. Back then, she clung to Cheng Xingzhi when he was useful to her, and when the Lan Family offered her ten percent of the shares, she abandoned Cheng Xingzhi to marry Lan Mu."

"Such a woman should be left sooner rather than later."

Everyone turned their gazes toward the man sitting by the bar area. The warm, yellow spotlight shone diagonally across his face, as if a glow had been cast on his exquisite features, and the white shirt he wore only highlighted his clean-cut appearance all the more starkly.

Gleaming radiantly.

The other men bantered half-jokingly, half-seriously, encouraging him to stay away from the gold digger they were discussing. He seemed oblivious to it all, his face devoid of any expression.

"Our Amu isn't one to pick up someone's discarded trash."

One of the slightly chubby men said loudly, brimming with disdain and mockery, eliciting hearty laughter from the rest.

The man by the bar narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the chubby man. His presence was so commanding that it demanded attention. The chubby man immediately realized this and looked over, his smile freezing into a look of fear.

Lan Mu abruptly stood up, his long legs carrying him towards the sofa.

Feeling his ominous approach, everyone became wary.

"Lan Mu, what are you doing?"

"Lan Mu…"

Lan Mu said nothing, taking a few steps toward the crowd and pouring the contents of the glass in his hand all over the chubby man's face.

"Lan Mu!"

All of those seated together were usually on good terms and had known each other for a long time. Lan Mu may have seemed distant, perhaps arrogant and aloof, but acting out against a friend in such a setting was a first for him.

Everyone looked at him in fear and confusion.

The plump man who was drenched was utterly dumbfounded, furious inside but afraid to make a sound.

Lan Mu paid no attention to anyone, went back to pick up his phone from the bar, and left with long, brisk strides.