Chapter 57
Chapter 57: It’s Alright If You’re Not Injured (2)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Once she threw the wine glass away, she regained her demeanor as an extremely charming and seductive woman. It was as if the gory incident earlier had nothing to do with her.
Rong Yan did not want to treat Meng Daidai in that way, but since Meng Daidai did not let it go, Rong Yan had no reason to be polite.
After being betrayed and killed in her last life, she no longer had any so-called conscience and compassion.
She would never let anyone who dared to go against her have a good life.
Besides, she had been lenient enough.
Although she seemed to be ruthless, her method was almost close to nothing after Rong Yan had thoroughly pondered about it. She had just hurt the back of her hand and the wound was not deep. It would heal in a few days.
If she unleashed her ruthlessness in full force, she would have stabbed her neck or the artery on her leg, and she would see who would die or live.
Meng Daidai cried from the pain. Liancheng Yazhi waved his hand and two bodyguards quickly held her and threw her out with proficient and sharp skills. It could be seen that they often did this kind of thing.
After they threw Meng Daidai out, the people around started to disperse one after another. This was just a minor episode for everyone.
Looking at Meng Daidai who Liancheng Yazhi had treated without mercy, Rong Yan inevitably felt a little sympathy for her. She turned around to leave, but Liancheng Yazhi’s tall body had blocked her.
Rong Yan sneered. Did he want her, an ex-lover, to act as a temporary female companion now that he had no woman in his arms after throwing his new lover out?
Rong Yan took a step back and crossed her arms. With a hint of sarcasm, she said, “Mr. Liancheng, it doesn’t seem like you care at all. Tsk, tsk. It’s hard to be your lover.”
Fortunately, she had already become an ex-lover. Otherwise, if Liancheng Yazhi treated her the same way, she really would have the urge to kill him.
Liancheng Yazhi raised his eyebrow. “If it was you, it would be a different matter.”
When Rong Yan was with him, she was a materialistic woman. She was almost useless except for her delicious body. But after she had left him, Liancheng Yazhi found that this woman was really like a polyhedron, reflecting a different light on each face. It made his heart itch when he looked at it, and he felt a slight regret for letting her go.
Rong Yan looked away. Looking at Liancheng Yazhi’s eyes, even an indifferent woman would be moved. But then, for her, he was a pest.
Rong Yan said indifferently, “Don’t. We’ve already split up. Besides, I don’t have such a good temper to be bullied by others to this extent.”
Just then, Su Yu, who had disappeared for a while, came out of nowhere and put his arm around Rong Yan’s shoulders. He asked, “Baby, what are you and Young Master Ya talking about?”
Rong Yan replied smoothly, “Nothing much, just talking to Mr. Liancheng about his taste.”
She did not think that what she was discussing with Liancheng Yazhi was suitable for Su Yu to know. He had a knack to stir up trouble.
Liancheng Yazhi asked, “What taste?”
Su Yu also asked, “What taste?”
The two men asked in unison.
After asking, they looked at each other, the dislike and disdain they had were evident.
Rong Yan said without hesitation, “It’s nothing. I used to think that Mr. Liancheng’s taste was good. Although I’m not a good person, I did not embarrass you when I was with you. How could your taste change from a medium grade like me to a roadside stall like Meng Daidai in just a month? They all say those who are big-breasted are brainless, but you found a flat-chested one with no brains. This kind of taste is not very good.”
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