Chapter 17 Yang Mengya, the harvest from your family's farmland was not good this year, was it?

The rebellious phase of adolescence held no interest for her; she had no desire to play the saint and lead them back to the right path.

They had their chance and if they failed to seize it, they could blame no one but themselves.

"Oh look, someone's putting on airs. They almost made me cry," a voice with a sarcastic tone mumbled from the crowd.

"I'm already crying, boo hoo, the lady's so dominant. Do you think you're so badass?"

"Hahaha, still giving us a chance? I'll give you the chance to lick my shoes."

Their words were so vulgar that they were difficult to listen to, a usual play from their playbook.

Any average girl would have cried by this point; that's what they wanted to see.

But—

Yao Qing didn't.

She even looked at them without a flicker of emotion.

As if she was watching a bunch of lifeless plants and trees.

Then she calmly took out her smartphone and dialed a number: "You guys can come in now."

You guys can come in now?

The security personnel, Yang Mengya, and the group of colorful young men and women stood frozen. Did this woman bring allies?

Almost instantly, footsteps approached rapidly.

The crowd gathered at the gates of the villa suddenly parted, and a group of people rushed in unexpectedly.

These people looked well-trained. Upon entering the villa, they started taking photos and recording videos of Yang Mengya's group.

What's happening? Yang Mengya was getting anxious.

Looking at Yao Qing helplessly, she then realized that there was a man standing beside her.

Fuck, calling for her lover, how shameless.

The refined and cultured man bowed slightly in front of Yao Qing, his voice calm, "Miss."

Miss? The presence of this group was nothing compared to Yang Mengya's edgy friends.

Invisibly, it highlighted the aristocratic air that the woman already possessed, making it seem even more intense.

The security guard suddenly realized why this woman was so composed upon entering; she had everything under control the whole time.

She had already arranged for people to wait!

Which family's miss was this? Ever since Miss Yao had gone abroad, he had not seen anyone like her.

The boldness of the small group shrunk significantly all of a sudden.

"If you don't understand my implications, then I'll be direct," Yao Qing said, visibly tired, with a weary look in her eyes. "The Yao Family Villa has nothing to do with the Yang surname. The purchaser was Mr. Yao, who is now in prison, as you all know. The direct heir is Yao Qing, and I am Yao Qing."

The gentleman cleared his throat and took out an ID card: "I am Du Honghua, a lawyer from Zhengyang Law Firm. You are suspected of property damage, breaking and entering, and usurpation, which already constitutes criminal liability. We have retained evidence."

As soon as this name was mentioned, a stir went through the people outside the villa.

Zhengyang, one of the top four leading law firms in the country.

This man named Du Honghua was a lawyer with an almost 100% success rate.

He was famous nationwide, and many people who wanted to hire him could not do so.

And now Du Honghua was bowing to this woman, calling her "Miss." Yang Mengya and her bad company had really hit a snag.

Yao Qing was beautiful, tall, and had a fine demeanor. Her features weren't sharp, but rather a kind of soft beauty.

But that didn't diminish her commanding presence when she was angry.

The small group fell silent almost instantly.

Criminal liability?

Fear spread through the eyes of everyone in the group. Were they going to jail?

The more timid ones already had tears welling up in their eyes.

They were frightened, their previous arrogance fading away like smoke.

Yang Mengya stared intently at the stunningly beautiful woman in front of her, desperately recalling who she could possibly be in her mind.

Yao Qing? No, that's wrong; that woman died abroad long ago.