Lu Qing’s name carried immense weight—not only was he the president of Yao Guang Entertainment, but his influence extended across multiple industries. His deep and powerful background was far beyond the reach of someone like him. His face went pale in an instant, and he turned around to slap Mrs. Zhang across the face, furiously shouting:
"What’s your tantrum about? Hurry up and apologize to Young Master Lu!"
Mrs. Zhang was completely stunned. Her husband had always been docile and submissive in front of her. Suddenly, he dared to hit her? His face held an intimidating rage, and for a moment, she didn’t dare create a fuss.
Before long, Han Shu entered the room, followed by two men carrying heavy sacks. They dumped the sacks onto the ground, spilling out—shockingly—all coins!
"President Gu, fifteen thousand in coins, not a penny short."
Lu Qing nodded. "Mrs. Zhang, fifteen thousand. We’ll consider it your compensation. However... if you want this money, you’ll have to pick it up coin by coin."
This was pure humiliation. Mrs. Zhang burst out, cursing, "What do you think you are? How dare you humiliate me ! Let me tell you, I have plenty of money—I have no need to pick up a single—"
Before she could finish, Mr. Zhang slapped his hand over her mouth. Lu Qing’s expression turned icy as he said in a calm voice, "Whether you pick them up is your decision. I’ve already fulfilled the compensation. President He, isn’t it time for the auction to start?"
He Cheng looked awkward and quickly responded, "It’s starting soon, Young Master Lu. This way, please."
At that moment, Su Moli walked up to Lu Qing, unwilling to relent. She gave a coquettish smile and said, "Young Master Lu, do you still remember me? I’m..."
Lu Qing glanced at her indifferently, his expression showing no trace of emotion. "Do you need something?"
Qin Miaomiao let out a derisive laugh at this moment:
"Mrs. Chu certainly has a knack for stomping people beneath her feet—it’s truly enlightening."
Su Moli feigned ignorance, looking entirely innocent. "Miss Qin, I’ve always spoken up for you, even though you’ve misunderstood me and nearly caused my death in the ocean. Looking at it from Young Master Lu’s perspective, I naturally wouldn’t bring it up."
The onlookers immediately exchanged some peculiar glances as they heard this.
"Did she really push someone into the ocean? That’s vicious."
"Indeed. Mrs. Chu is so magnanimous, but she isn’t appreciated at all."
"It’s all for Young Master Lu, isn’t it? That woman is just plain lucky to have him backing her."
Su Moli felt immensely smug inside, though she kept up her increasingly pitiful facade. Qin Miaomiao listened to the whispers around her and saw the same innocent expression Su Moli wore in her previous life. In a flash, her inner fury ignited, roaring to life!
With a loud smack, she slapped Su Moli hard across the face!
Gasps erupted all around. Su Moli stared at her in disbelief—she... she actually hit her?
"Oh my god, she really hit someone! Completely uncivilized, no upbringing whatsoever!"
"Exactly! Poor Mrs. Chu—look at how she’s being bullied."
"How could Young Master Lu fancy someone like that?"
"Maybe she’s good at certain things."
The gossip floated over, barely stopping short of accusing Qin Miaomiao outright of being shameless. Su Moli held her slapped cheek, perfectly embodying a pitiful image as tears streamed down like the petals of a rain-soaked pear blossom. At this moment, Chu Yunhao stepped forward—his handsome face carrying an icy edge, his gaze toward her as sharp as a blade. He demanded harshly:
"Miss Qin, just what are you trying to do? How has my wife wronged you for you to slap her in front of everyone? Do you think you can act with impunity just because Young Master Lu is backing you?"
Looking at his all-too-familiar face—the cold indifference in his eyes—she felt the same searing familiarity. He had once driven the blade into her body himself. She wished she could tear him apart, devour his flesh, drink his blood!
Her eyes reddened gradually, the dormant anger and hatred in her soul awakening. The corners of her lips curled subtly as she prepared to speak, but a familiar voice interrupted:
"My woman is naturally allowed to act with impunity."