Chapter 8: A Perfect Match for a Cheap Person

Ling Muye's face turned extremely ugly.

Just as Sheng Qianxia was about to leave, she was stopped yet again by Xie Weiyi.

"Sheng Qianxia, I know you're tough-talking. But the fact that Muye doesn't want you anymore is true! I hope you remember this fact from now on, and stop shamelessly coming to find him. He is mine!"

It really is a perfect match of shamelessness!

A sneer appeared on Sheng Qianxia's lips.

"Miss Xie has a very special liking for eating shit, so there's no need to worry about others wanting a taste. After all, it's not for everyone."

Xie Weiyi couldn't bear such humiliation and raised her hand to slap Sheng Qianxia.

But before her hand reached Sheng Qianxia, Ling Muye intercepted her wrist.

Instead, it was Sheng Qianxia who returned the favor with a slap to Xie Weiyi.

With a loud smack—

Xie Weiyi's face turned to the side from the impact.

Neither Ling Muye nor Xie Weiyi expected such a turn of events, and were momentarily stunned.

It wasn't until other people at the scene started discussing that Xie Weiyi came back to her senses in a daze.

She covered her cheek, glaring at Sheng Qianxia with furious embarrassment, "Sheng Qianxia, you actually dared to hit me!!"

"You were the one who raised your hand first," Sheng Qianxia told Xie Weiyi. "This is called self-defense."

She really didn't expect that after she had insulted Ling Muye as shit, he would still help her.

Are all men this cheap, rejecting her when she treated him gently,

and entangling when she showed disinterest?

"Muye, let go of my hand!"

Xie Weiyi's wrist was still being held by Ling Muye.

"What do you mean? I defend you when he insults you, yet you still help her, letting me get hit for nothing? You don't seek revenge for me after she hits me, and you don't even let me hit back?"

"Since when was it your turn to lay a hand on my woman?" Ling Muye said coldly.

Xie Weiyi was taken aback—

He actually said, his woman?

If Sheng Qianxia is his woman, then what am I?

Sheng Qianxia, however, was the first to laugh, realizing that the beast couldn't distinguish who his woman was.

Did he think by casually helping her out, she would be grateful and forget everything he did to her?

In your dreams!

Sheng Qianxia didn't want to stay here any longer.

She picked up the hem of her wedding dress, intending to leave.

But then Xie Weiyi deliberately stretched out her leg.

Unaware, Sheng Qianxia was tripped, and suddenly lost her balance—

She fell onto the nearby wine table, overturning the drinks on it.

The dishes were overturned.

Many smeared on her hair, cheeks, and gown.

Xie Weiyi pointed at the disheveled Sheng Qianxia and said coldly:

"Sheng Qianxia, you're quite the actress. Playing the victim over and over! You played the cripple so well before, why not continue with the act? Maybe Muye will pity you for life!"

"Enough—" Ling Muye, annoyed, furrowed his brows and interrupted Xie Weiyi.

Xie Weiyi became even angrier at this.

She took out a stack of money and threw it at Sheng Qianxia's face without any courtesy—

"You must be very short on cash, right? Your father was sent to prison and you can't even afford bail money, can you? Here, take this, and I wish him a speedy rehabilitation to be a better person."

The pink banknotes scattered around Sheng Qianxia.

Some fell near her fingertips.

Some fell at her feet.

Sheng Qianxia's expression suddenly became icy cold.

"What? Not enough money? No problem, I have more!" Xie Weiyi continued pulling out more money, throwing it at Sheng Qianxia, "How about that? Is it enough?"

"Not enough? Well, you also have a sister with a heart disease, and it takes a lot of money to treat a heart patient, so consider it charity."

"Now, is it enough!?"

Xie Weiyi kept tossing stack after stack of money onto Sheng Qianxia's face.

This blatant humiliation and provocation made the entire venue's atmosphere awkward.