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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nSu Yue was shocked and dumbfounded when she heard the voice. Wasn’t she… Uncle Ming’s fiancée? That repulsive woman, Tang Feiling?

nSu Yue was still lost in such a shocking realization when suddenly everything became bright.

nThey lifted the sack off her head.

n“You…” Su Yue furiously glared at the haughty-looking woman standing before her. She widened her mouth and stammered, “What… are you trying to do?”

nWhy did Uncle Ming’s fiancée kidnap her? What did she want?

nWas she trying to seek revenge for the injury she had caused her?

nSu Yue’s mind was racing with various theories and guesses as she nervously sized up her surroundings.

nThey seemed to be inside a rundown and messy warehouse. Su Yue caught a whiff of petroleum.

nTang Feiling crossed her arms in front of her chest as she watched her, looking triumphant and overbearing. “Su Yue, you really have no idea?”

nWithout waiting for Su Yue to answer, she glanced at the couple behind Su Yue. “Invite Miss Su to take a seat,” commanded Tang Feiling.

n“Yes.” Each of them grabbed Su Yue’s arm respectively and pushed her down on a wooden chair.

nThey then swiftly tied her up with ropes and bound her to the chair.

nAnother wave of terror and panic seized Su Yue when they tied her up. Her eyes were blazing with fury and her expression displayed her fear.

nTang Feiling noticed her fear and panic, and she became even more pleased. She sauntered towards Su Yue in her high heels. As usual, her heels produced loud thudding sounds as it hit the dirty floor.

nFor a moment, she stood peering at Su Yue from a lofty position before bending her body. A malicious and sly smile appeared on her face as she sneered, “Seducing my fiancée so shamelessly. If I don’t teach you a lesson, how will I be able to vent my anger?”

nShe wiped off the smile on her face and her expression turned vicious and cold.

nMing Ansheng would postpone all his schedules for her. But he couldn’t even stay to take a few more photos with her.

nThey had been engaged for nearly three years and had never held her hand before. Yet, he kissed this wretched lass.

nAnd the thing that infuriated her the most was that this shameless girl had a cat tattoo on her chest. Ming Ansheng’s tattoo was a mouse.

nWhat did it mean? Is the cat catching the mouse? Or the cat will eat the mouse?

n“I didn’t! I didn’t seduce Uncle Ming.”

nTang Feiling was already incensed and it made her blood boil when she heard Su Yue’s denials, and how she addressed Ming Ansheng as Uncle Ming so sweetly.

nShe mustered all of her strength and slapped her abruptly.

nSu Yue almost fainted.

nWithout waiting for Su Yue to recover, Tang Feiling’s cold voice rang once more. “Shameless b*tch! No wonder you were born by a mistress. You and your mother are truly mistresses.”

nHer slap left a clear handprint on Su Yue’s fair face.

nShe raised her head, seized with anger and screamed, “I’m not! I’m not a mistress!”

nShe hated mistresses with all her gut.

nTang Feiling knew that she had succeeded in tormenting Su Yue. She mercilessly continued, “Don’t deny it. You’re a chip off the old block. Your mother may have succeeded in ruining someone’s marriage but I will not let you destroy my marriage with Ming Ansheng.”

nSu Yue denied it vehemently. “No, I’m not! I’m… not.”

nShe didn’t have any intention of breaking them up, although she really liked Uncle Ming. It even broke her heart to an extent that she felt like dying when she knew that Uncle Ming was going to marry someone else.

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