Yang Zhenye sneered after hearing her words, "Mi Xue, do you really think there’s nowhere to go but Haicheng?"
"You’ve already missed the chance to advance, Yang Zhenye, you’ll no longer have the opportunity to." Indeed, Yang Zhenye had failed to make it, and now it was even less likely.
"As long as Zhenye is willing," Wu Yifan paused, "he can get a new job anytime."
"Haha." Mi Xue laughed wildly, "Wu Yifan, you sick man, what right do you have to speak? If it weren’t for you trampling over my dignity back then, would I have pursued your best friend and put him in a difficult position? In the end, it’s you who ruined him. If it weren’t for you, he would have been assigned a job already, perhaps even promoted by now. How would he end up working for me at a place like Mingzhu Mall?"
Thinking of something, Mi Xue’s eyes filled with anger as she pressed towards Wu Yifan step by step: "Wu Yifan, I want to ask you, what’s so bad about me, Mi Xue, that you look down on me so much? You should understand, you’re just from a small place, and for a young lady from a big city like me to fancy you, it’s your good fortune. What right do you have to not even glance at the love letters I wrote you before tossing them into the bin?"
When had she, Mi Xue, ever been treated ?
From childhood, she was the little princess at home. In school, the boys lining up for her could fill a street, but she was attracted to this boy from a small place and wanted to win him over.
But he was either cold as ice toward her or simply ignored her, even throwing the love letters she sent him directly into the trash.
Therefore, she, Mi Xue, had to make him understand that offending her would have dire consequences, and it wasn’t something he could simply refuse to accept.
Xiaofeng, listening to Mi Xue’s words, finally understood something; during their school years, Mi Xue had pursued Wu Yifan, but Wu Yifan neither fancied nor paid any attention to Mi Xue, the young lady. Hence, Mi Xue had always held a grudge, harboring resentment in her heart.
Because Wu Yifan rejected her, she got close to Wu Yifan’s best friend, successfully thwarting Yang Zhenye’s chance at advancing in his career. She then reached out a helping hand, so that Yang Zhenye would appreciate her and be under her command.
In sum, it was a tale where a young lady from a noble family admired an ordinary man, but the ordinary man not only did not fancy her but outright rejected her.
And her own appearance just created an opportunity for others to let Wu Yifan know what she was capable of.
However, one thing she miscalculated: she, Su Xiaofeng, would not kneel and beg for collaboration for anything, nor would she allow others to do so for her.
Wu Yifan, still with a breezy expression, listened to Mi Xue’s words: "Mi Xue, you’re right, you have both the lineage and the looks. Accepting you would definitely have skyrocketed my future. But that’s just how I am, I’m straightforward—like is like, dislike is dislike. If my actions back then hurt you, I apologize. Let’s put it this way, because your conditions are too good, I can’t afford you. So let’s both let go—me of you and you of yourself."
Holding on to the past , isn’t it tiring?
"Let go of you guys?" Mi Xue sneered, "You say it so casually, but I’m not over this matter yet."
She stood there, her eyes crazily fixed on Su Xiaofeng and Wu Yifan: "Wu Yifan, blame her for having defended you before. If I can’t have a man, no other woman shall even glance at him, nor defend him."
The tone of Wu Yifan suddenly deepened: "Mi Xue, what are you going to do? Don’t think that just because this is your turf, you can do whatever you want. I’m telling you, we live under the rule of law now."
What would Mi Xue do to Su Xiaofeng?
"What, the moment I say I’ll lay hands on her, you can’t stand it and feel distressed?" Mi Xue’s expression was ferocious: "Wu Yifan, I never thought you’d have such a day."
She paused, "But it’s too late, here in Haicheng if I want to harm someone, no one can stop me."
Wasn’t Wu Yifan distressed for her? Fine, she would attack her and then let Wu Yifan watch how this woman begs before her.
She also wanted to see to what extent Wu Yifan would go for this pregnant woman.
Su Xiaofeng’s eyelashes fluttered, truly, when armies clash, the innocent fish in the pond suffer.
Mi Xue called over the restaurant lobby manager: "Manager He, all the people at this table are my honored guests, you must take good care of them in terms of the charges."
Manager He nodded repeatedly and personally calculated their meal fees: "Your total comes to six thousand nine hundred ninety-eight yuan."
Xiaofeng smirked, six thousand nine hundred ninety-eight yuan? She really had the heart for it.
To think that, based on current price standards, this meal at most would have cost a couple of hundred yuan.
Wu Ershun, hearing this, felt immediately that this was outrageous, seven thousand yuan for a meal, might as well call it robbery.
"You say seven thousand, I don’t believe it, bring the menu." Wu Ershun was incredulous.
"Menus will be available," Mi Xue’s red lips curled slightly, "Paying for meals is only reasonable. If you gentlemen cannot pay the bill, I don’t mind holding someone here while the others go to withdraw or borrow money, that’s your business."
After speaking, Mi Xue instructed Manager He, "Manager He, if these guests cannot pay their bill in full, detain this lady until they settle the payment before leaving."
She refused to believe that Wu Yifan would carry so much cash with him.
"Miss Mi, our restaurant never issues IOUs. If these gentlemen cannot pay the full amount, naturally, I cannot let them leave just like that."
Mi Xue looked at Wu Yifan, "Wu Yifan, seven thousand should not be too much for you. Come on, pay up."
Although everyone present had money, it was all in checks; there was not enough cash.
Wu Yifan stared at Mi Xue and said, "Fine, you wait, I will go get the money."
As he spoke, he headed for the door; he knew where the nearest bank was and how to return quickly.
Seeing him about to withdraw money, Yang Zhenye followed him, "Yifan, I’ll go with you."
"Brother, you..." Wu Ershun sat in his place, watching his elder brother rush out to get money, and then realized that the opponent was not joking; if their trio could not pay the seven thousand, his sister-in-law would be held as a hostage.
Detention might not be the goal, but what Mi Xue intended to do with his sister-in-law was likely the real motive. Thinking of this, Wu Ershun burst out furiously, "You vicious woman, how can there be such a cruel-hearted woman in the world. Just because my brother didn’t accept you back then, do you have to take revenge ? Are you sick, or what, cannot get married and you cling to my brother?"
I have never seen such a woman; impressive family background and wealth.
Mi Xue listened to Wu Ershun’s words and raised her hand to strike.
A nobody dares to insult her.
Xiaofeng stood up easily catching Mi Xue’s hand, preventing her slap, her gaze sharp as she looked at her, her voice soft and light, "I always thought the young ladies of Haicheng were well-cultured and spoke softly. Miss Mi, you really enlightened me about what a ’young lady’ is. Fortunately, I’m not a man; even if I were, I would not like someone like you. I misspoke, not like, even if you were given to me, I would not want you."
Mi Xue tried to break free, but realized her opponent was incredibly strong; she couldn’t budge.
Enraged, Mi Xue shouted at Manager He, "Is everyone dead? Can’t you see I am being bullied?"
She is Mi Xue, a distinguished young lady, not someone to be bullied at will.
Seeing that Miss Mi’s hand was caught, Manager He shouted loudly, "Security, security!"
The security at the door, hearing the commotion, ran over, "Manager He, what happened?"
Manager He pointed at Su Xiaofeng, "She hasn’t paid for her meal, and now she assaulted Miss Mi; this is simply hooliganism, she must be taken to the police station."
Upon hearing Manager He’s words, the several security guards moved to pull Su Xiaofeng away.
Mi Xue, seeing the security guards approach Su Xiaofeng, glanced at her stomach and concocted a plan. She lifted her right leg, ready to kick Xiaofeng’s stomach.
"Alert, alert, the opponent intends to harm the young mistress," Xiaoqi’s voice suddenly rang out.
Xiaofeng’s eyes turned cold, realizing Mi Xue still intended to strike her stomach. Utilizing the power of the Spiritual Mirror, she pushed her opponent with one palm push, making her stagger backward a few steps and then felt her waist soften as she fell into an embrace.
She only heard the sounds of thud thud, bodies hitting the ground.
Mi Xue didn’t fare any better; her body flew into the air, smashed down hard onto a dining table in the middle, and rolled off the table.
The sudden scene shocked Wu Ershun.
Manager He was also shocked, holding the bill, his legs trembling.
Xiaofeng thought a security guard had grabbed her, mentally summoned the Spiritual Mirror Power, ready to throw the grabber off.
Instead, a very pleasant, magnetic voice came from above, "Wife, wherever you go, you find yourself bullied. Tell me, what would you do without me?"