Chapter 50: He Hits People, Never Choosing A Date
The commotion here attracted quite an audience, and a staff member present stepped forward to speak for Cheng Ying.
"Just now I was organizing props nearby and saw it clearly. This woman pushed Miss Cheng down."
In an instant, everyone pointed fingers at Lin Yixun, "It was wrong of you to hurt someone. Shouldn’t you apologize?"
"Yes, yes, dressed in such rags, with no manners at all."
"Apologize to Ying’er!"
Lin Yixun stood still, suddenly realizing that no one stood by her side. She felt as if she had returned to three years ago, being isolated and blamed by everyone. Compared to her confusion and panic three years ago, she was much calmer now.
She lifted her eyes to meet Leng Yixiu’s cold gaze without fear, and said slowly, "I still say, I did not push her. Believe it or not, I won’t admit to something I didn’t do, and I won’t apologize for something I didn’t do."
"Is that so?" The man stared at her intently, the force of his grip suddenly increasing, his eyes sharp as knives, "What if I insist you apologize?"
Lin Yixun, in pain and breaking out in cold sweat, didn’t make a sound, her lips curving into a stubborn smile, "Then, Mr. Leng, you would be wasting your effort."
The man’s thin lips pressed tightly, his expression frosty. Those who knew him understood this was the precursor to his anger.
A flash of triumph crossed Cheng Ying’s eyes. Lin Yixun, oh Lin Yixun, don’t you yet understand this man? He never bends to force.
The onlookers watched coldly, thinking that the woman before them was overestimating herself. Didn’t she know whom she was opposing?
They were waiting for the show, but suddenly, Cheng Yaojin appeared. Ouyang Hao, with a cigarette between his lips and his charming eyes darting around, strolled over.
He walked to Lin Yixun’s side, ignoring the others, and focused on her with dissatisfaction, "So, you’re here. I asked you to find a shoe for me, and you’re slacking off again. I’ll have to deduct all your salary later!"
With Ouyang Hao’s interruption, the tense atmosphere instantly became subtle, and everyone’s attention shifted to him.
Ouyang Hao glanced at everyone and shouted, "What are you looking at? Got nothing better to do? Do you want me to find something for you all to do!"
Scared by his shout, the crowd quickly dispersed, not wanting to provoke this living King Yan.
It was well known that Ouyang Hao always did as he pleased, not following the usual rules. He hit people, never choosing a date. Yet he had the arrogance backed by capital, someone always cleaning up after him. Although people didn’t know his background, it was clear that it was extraordinary and not something ordinary people could afford to provoke.
In no time, only Lin Yixun, Ouyang Hao, Leng Yixiu, Cheng Ying, and her assistant were left at the scene.
Ouyang Hao’s gaze drifted to Lin Yixun’s already bruised wrist, his narrow eyes squinting in displeasure, though he still wore a roguish smile.
"President Leng, may I ask how my assistant has offended you?"
"She didn’t offend me." Leng Yixiu released Lin Yixun, turning his gaze to Cheng Ying behind him.
"I’m sure there must be some misunderstanding. How about this, I apologize to Miss Cheng on behalf of my assistant?"
Ouyang Hao walked up to Cheng Ying, his sharp eyes scanning her forehead, a knowing smile appearing on his lips. This trick was too low.
Suddenly, he exclaimed, seemingly very nervous, "Ah! Miss Cheng, how did you get hurt? And bleeding so much! A wound on the face needs to be treated quickly, or it will leave a scar!"