In Shen Ming’s eyes, this was a provocation. He strode forward, intending to choke her neck with his hand.
Shen Cheng had anticipated that he would lay hands on her and naturally wouldn’t let him succeed. She swiftly sidestepped, easily dodging his attack.
But Shen Ming was not willing to give up. He reached out and attacked her again...
At the critical moment, Ye Zi suddenly shouted out loud.
Thinking it was Shen Yuan who had returned, Shen Ming paused and instinctively looked towards the entrance of the hall.
Seizing the opportunity, Shen Cheng kicked out, striking Shen Ming right at the waist.
Her kick was not gentle, causing Shen Ming’s body to tremble violently as he inhaled sharply in pain.
Without seeing Shen Yuan, he realized he’d been tricked and couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.
His laughter echoed in the vast hall, cold and eerie, chilling the air to freezing point.
The servants outside, hearing the commotion, rushed in to see Shen Ming covered in blood with a gash on his head, which frightened them. They quickly grabbed the medical kit to dress his wounds.
After the recent events, Shen Ming calmed down. He sat on the sofa, allowing someone to tend to his injuries, applying disinfectant Red Medicine Water and wrapping his wounds.
"Young Master, do you need to go to the hospital for a check-up?"
The servant, seeing that he was still furious, timidly asked this question.
He did not answer, and the servant, not daring to ask more, fell silent and continued tending to his wounds.
Ye Zi picked herself up from the ground, ran to Shen Cheng’s side, "Beauty, what brings you here?"
Shen Cheng pointed to the kraft paper bag in her hand, "I came to deliver the contract."
Ye Zi uttered a sound of understanding, bent down to rub her sore knee, and chuckled mischievously: "Beauty, you hit him well just now!"
Hearing her words, Shen Ming, sitting on the sofa, became enraged, "Ye Zi, don’t forget who you are!"
Ye Zi didn’t understand his words, "What’s wrong with my identity?"
"You are one of the Shen Family!"
"That’s nonsense, my surname is clearly Ye..."
It was hard to tell if the girl was genuinely oblivious or if she was deliberately provoking that cultured scumbag.
"No matter what your surname is, as long as you are my fiancée, you are destined to be part of the Shen Family!" thought Shen Ming. The things he chose to keep by his side, without his permission, could never escape for a lifetime.
Ye Zi looked at him, her expression very serious, "Then can we dissolve our engagement?"
Shen Ming scoffed coldly: "Don’t even think about it!"
"Oh! Then that settles it!"
Should I make a phone call? Just like that...
Shen Ming didn’t want to say another word to Ye Zi. He took his gaze off her and turned to Shen Cheng, "The affairs of the Shen Family are none of your business, an outsider. Leave the contract and get out immediately!"
"I really have no interest in meddling in your affairs, if it weren’t for Ye Zi, I’d find even hitting you dirtying my hands."
Carrying a hint of disdain, Shen Cheng looked indifferently at Shen Ming and tossed the kraft paper bag over to him.
The kraft paper bag landed on the ground. The servant saw this and hurriedly bent down to pick it up, handing it over with both hands, "Young Master."
Shen Ming took it, casually opened it, and upon seeing the ’contract’ inside, his face changed dramatically. He slapped the papers on the coffee table, his eyes bloodshot with rage.
The servant sneaked a glance and, seeing the pig head drawing alongside the names, felt somewhat embarrassed and simply bowed their head silently.
"Haha! Do you like it?"
Shen Cheng laughed enchantingly, and even in her mockery, she seemed beyond the beauty this world could hold.