A young woman dashed out of the Porsche Cayenne, dressed in a red T-shirt and blue jeans, with a fiery figure and yellow hair, but what she said was somewhat unbelievable.
She ran to the front of the car, glanced over it, and said with relief, "Luckily, the car is fine."
"Hey, you blind beggar, don’t you watch where you’re walking? Do you have any idea how expensive my car is? If you damaged it, could you even afford to pay for it?"
"Young lady, it was clearly you... not me..." the elderly man lay on the ground, his face pale, lips trembling so much he could hardly speak clearly, evidently terrified by the recent events.
"What yours and mine? You clearly walked right into my car. Are you saying it’s my fault? Get up right now, you filthy beggar, don’t waste my time."
The young woman spoke with an arrogant posture, her eyes filled with scorn, giving off an air of superiority. She looked at the beggar-like old man with disgust and repulsion, and she couldn’t help but take a few steps back.
For a while, passersby surrounding the scene pointed and talked, but none dared to step forward and say anything. After all, anyone who could afford a Porsche worth millions wasn’t someone ordinary people could afford to offend. These days, there weren’t many kind-hearted souls left.
"You filthy beggar, didn’t you hear what I said? Get lost now. Are you trying to scam some money?" the young woman snorted coldly.
"Alright, Yanyan, stop talking."
At that moment, a crisp voice emerged from the Porsche, as a woman in a white dress who resembled a princess stepped out.
Her delicate face was flawless, with willowy eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a pert nose, cherry lips, and blushing cheeks, exuding the poise of overwhelming beauty. Her tall figure was equally shapely, radiating the aura of a noble princess, projecting a sense of tranquility and fragility.
The appearance of the woman in the white dress immediately made the other young woman seem somewhat overshadowed.
"Yanyan, it was clearly you driving too fast. How can you say such things? Old sir, are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
The woman in the white dress descended from the car and approached the old man, about to bend down to help him up, but she was pulled back by the young woman.
"Xiin’er, this filthy beggar is dirty and smelly, you better not touch him."
The young woman hastily grabbed the woman in the white dress and continued.
"Xiin’er, I know you have a good heart, but you don’t need to worry about this kind of filthy beggar. He just wants money—give him a few hundred yuan, and that will be enough."
The young woman said, pulling out a few hundred yuan from her LV bag and throwing them onto the old man with an aloof expression, "You can leave now."
"I have never seen a woman as shameless as you."
A cold voice suddenly erupted, Xiao Yifeng approached with an icy expression on his face.
"Kid, what did you say?"
The young woman glared at Xiao Yifeng, anger flashing in her eyes.
"You may look alright on the outside, but inside you’re as venomous as a viper. You hit someone, and instead of apologizing, you mock and humiliate an old man of such age. Didn’t your parents ever teach you any principles of being human?"
Xiao Yifeng let out a cold snort, checked the old man’s condition, then helped him up without any expression of revulsion.
The young woman was momentarily stunned, then she cursed angrily, "Damn boy, do you know what you’re saying? How dare you speak to this young lady like that? Believe it or not, I’ll teach you a lesson."
With that, the young woman threw a slap towards Xiao Yifeng’s face without a word, her willingness to slap someone so readily indeed arrogant and despotic.
A glint of cold light flashed through Xiao Yifeng’s eyes as he caught the hand that was swung at him and with a flick, the young woman stumbled backward several steps, nearly falling to the ground if not for the white-dressed woman beside her who steadied her.
"Yanyan, are you alright?" the woman in white hurriedly asked.
"Quite the arrogant and despotic miss you are, still thinking of hitting me, how laughable. I want you to apologize to this elder right now," Xiao Yifeng said coldly.
The young woman, as if she had heard some ludicrous joke, said disdainfully, "I, Mei Yanyan, have never apologized to anyone since I was born, let alone to a dirty, stinking beggar. If I, Mei Yanyan, apologized, would I still have the face to meet people? Besides, he was only knocked over, not killed, there’s nothing to apologize for."
"It seems you really are beyond help."
Xiao Yifeng shook his head, his eyes narrowed, and he took a step forward delivering a swift slap.
The crisp sound of the slap echoed as Xiao Yifeng’s palm met Mei Yanyan’s face, dazing her on the spot. It took her a long while to regain her senses as she stared blankly at Xiao Yifeng.
The woman in the white dress, just like the stunned crowd surrounding them, bore a look of shock at Xiao Yifeng, entirely unexpected that the young man would directly slap someone, showing no mercy for the fairer sex.
After a moment of shock, Mei Yanyan finally snapped to her senses, glaring at Xiao Yifeng with rage, "You bastard, how dare you hit me?"
"What I did was to teach you the most basic principles of being human. You should thank me," Xiao Yifeng retorted with a sneer.
"Thank you my foot!" Mei Yanyan shouted angrily, about to rush at him but was held back by the woman in the white dress who was beside her.
"That’s enough, Yanyan, don’t make a scene. It’s true, you were in the wrong this time," said the woman in the white dress, holding Mei Yanyan back, then turning to Xiao Yifeng with an apologetic expression, "Sir, my friend was indeed wrong in this matter just now, and on behalf of my friend, I apologize to this elderly gentleman."
"Elderly gentleman, I’m sorry."
"It’s alright, it’s alright, really, I’m fine," the elder hastily replied, his demeanor nervous and flustered.
"Elderly gentleman, this is a bit of compensation I hope you will accept. Please don’t refuse my goodwill," said the woman in white, taking out one thousand yuan from her bag and placing it in the elder’s hand.
"This... no need, no need," the elder said, shaking his head. He didn’t take the money, and the onlookers around criticized the old man in their minds for being senseless, rejecting a straightforward one thousand yuan. At this moment, many people wished they had been the one bumped into so they could receive one thousand yuan for nothing.
"Elderly gentleman, please accept it, consider it a bit of kindness from the young lady," Xiao Yifeng said with a smile.