Chapter 9 "I'm itching for a fight, to break his leg again.

That was not all, she still had an air of superiority as if Yu Yanshen owed her something—when in fact, she was the one who cheated and ran off without even breaking up properly, the scum of a woman.

She was the one who, out of greed for power and money, chose another man. What right did she have to be proud?

Fu Moyi saw Yao Qing's displeasure, extreme displeasure.

Yu Yanshen didn't pick up the conversation, but instead, he spoke on his own, "The Xiang Family's son, did he bind Yao Qing during the senior year of high school?"

After thinking for a bit, Fu Moyi nodded, "That seems to be the case. During the first term of senior year, that brat, fancying Yao Qing's beauty and wanting to sleep with her, tied her up in a warehouse. When you rushed over, Yao Qing was almost stripped naked, and then you broke Xiang Yanghong's legs and dragged Yao Qing by the hand to slap that bastard's face a few times."

"I still remember Yao Qing back then, brilliant and sunny, an excellent student with a positive energy, always turning to you in tears when bullied. She was the epitome of a model student—who would have thought she would turn out to be so trashy. And now, looking at her bristly attitude, it's truly a case of how times change..."

Yu Yanshen stood still, his dark ink-like eyes indifferently watching the closing elevator doors.

Sometimes, even Fu Moyi felt that Yanshen's thoughts were becoming heavier with each passing year; even he didn't know what was on Yanshen's mind anymore.

For instance, now that Yao Qing had returned, was he planning to maintain his prideful, aloof character and never go back to an old love, to treat her like a stranger… or rekindle old feelings, or perhaps make life difficult for Yao Qing to vent his anger about being cuckolded?

Fu Moyi was wildly speculating when he heard Yu Yanshen say something in a tone that was neither light nor heavy.

"My hands are itching to break that leg of his again."

Fu Moyi, "..."

We live in a society governed by the rule of law, President Yu, you've long stopped doing that kind of thing, haven't you?

As Yao Qing stepped out of the elevator and left Beauty Village, she happened to see Xiang Yanghong being helped into his car by his chauffeur, looking as fragile as he did four years ago when his legs were broken.

He seemed to be cursing at the driver; such a man, who may appear to yield on the surface but is probably still thinking about revenge behind the scenes.

But this time, if he was seeking revenge, it should be Yu Yanshen he was looking for.

Yao Qing quickly withdrew her gaze. Stepping out from the comfortably warm interior of Beauty Village into the biting cold wind that turned her skin red, she couldn't help but rub her icy arms.

After searching around and not seeing Ruan Qiu, Yao Qing opened her phone to find a message waiting.

Ruan Qiu who wanted to act tough: [Damn Beauty Village security, I was squatting at the entrance waiting for you, and they said Beauty Village doesn't allow panhandling??? I was forcefully evicted, I'm so sad, I'm going to the supermarket to vent my sorrow by squeezing instant noodles, wish you safety. [smile.jpg]]

Yao Qing indifferently pressed a few letters on the keyboard, as if she had grown accustomed to Ruan Qiu's way of thinking.

Qing: [After squeezing them, remember to buy them, be ethical.]

After sending the message, she thought for a while and searched for a few designated drivers on the app. Then she sent a message to Director Wang, telling him that she had found a designated driver and had to leave now for some urgent matters.

Getting the big director drunk to the point of unconsciousness... ah, she wondered if he would be angry.

But there wasn't much else she could do. With no one behind her, nobody would help the current Yao Qing.

A gust of cold wind caused Yao Qing to close her eyes, the cold air infiltrating every pore, causing her curled eyelashes to tremble repeatedly.

There were no taxis around Beauty Village; after all, who coming here didn't drive their own car?

Except for her.

She looked down at the app on her phone, searching for a ride, and was about to pay when a dark-colored sedan passed by her.

The car stopped in front of her.