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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

n“Don’t touch me; you are filthy.” He cruelly threw his handkerchief at her.

n“Daddy! Daddy!” Yichen ran to the man and asked gloomily, “When will the gala start?”

nHis face softened a little as he looked at his son. Gently taking his small hand in his, he replied, “Right away.”

n“I wanna drink grape juice…”

n“Okay!” He always granted Yichen’s every request.

nThe love he had for his son was beyond words.

nOnly after witnessing this scene did Mu Wanrou smile. She stepped forward to lock arms with him. “Zhe, the gala is about to begin.”

nMu Yazhe had no change in expression, and the trio slowly entered the elevator.

nLu Jingtian wanted to follow but retreated at the stare Mu Wanrou gave when the latter turned around.

nHer heart and soul were shaken by it. She clearly got scared by her menacing look. She only regained her composure after the elevator doors were firmly shut.

n“Yun Na, was it really Mr. Mu?”

nLi Jiuxian’s voice came from behind.

nHe fixed his eyes on to her and asked in desperation, “Was it really Mr. Mu?”

n“I – I am not telling you!” she sobbed meekly, “I don’t know anything; don’t ask me anymore…”

n“B*tch!”

nLu Jingtian could no longer repress the raging fire in her heart and vengefully ran up to her. She managed to clutch her hair at once and pulled it with all her might. “B*tch! A lowly b*tch!”

nSmack! A resounding slap was heard, and Yun Na’s cheeks immediately swelled, leaving behind a palm imprint.

nEveryone around was shocked speechless.

nLi Jiuxian could not bear to see this but he did not have the courage to step out.

nOffending her meant offending Huanyu Entertainment. He was not stupid to that extent.

n“Who are you?! Why did you hit me?!” Yun Na glared at her with tears all over her face. She could not fathom where this woman had come from and why she had hit her.

n“Who am I? You don’t have the rights to ask me that! I hit b*tches like you, you vixen!”

nLu Jingtian was aflame with rage. She slapped her repeatedly without giving her a chance to speak.

n“Ahhh—stop… HELP!”

nSeeing this, Han Yuyan spun around and spoke to the crowd, “Everyone, scatter. Miss Lu isn’t happy today. Let’s head back to the event hall; the gala is about to start.”

n“Yes. Why are we all gathered here? No eyes for the situation,” Yang Mi added.

nThe crowd cleared out right away.

nYun Na felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar when she saw this. Lu Jingtian’s livid face was enlarged before her.

n“You are ‘Yun Na’, right? Why are you this despicable? Have you not seen a man before that you don’t know whom you can and cannot touch?”

nYun Na bolstered her courage and threatened, “Don’t go too far! I – I will get you for this! Do you know who I am?!”

n“I don’t care who you are, but do YOU know who I am?!” she countered and then shoved her toward the stairwell, furiously aiming her kicks at her chest.

nIt had been ages since Lu Jingtian had any form of training in taekwondo, but the strength in her legs remained formidable. Yun Na suffered from her vicious kicks and nearly coughed up blood.

n“Cou – Cough! Stop kicking; I – I won’t do it again…” she spoke incoherently. She did not have the strength to fight an opponent like her.

n“Is there a use for pleading now? You went around hooking up with men left and right with that face of yours, right?” She squatted before her, took out a brow knife from her leather pouch, and then used it to apathetically threaten her into a corner.

n“I’ll destroy that face of yours for good. Let’s see how you can still go hooking up with men!”

n“Ahhhh… NO!”

nYun Na’s heart-wrenching cries echoed throughout the entire building.

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