Upon hearing Huang De Han's accusation, San Er became anxious and exclaimed, "The illness I have is because of you! I haven't been with any other man except you!"
"Nonsense! Don't blame everything on me! No wonder I haven't been feeling well lately. So it turns out you've got a venereal disease! Damn it, you wretched woman!"
Huang De Han was so infuriated that he slapped San Er across the face.
A resounding "smack" echoed through the air.
Caught off guard, San Er felt a burning pain on her cheek.
Instinctively, she covered her face and looked at Huang De Han with an incredulous gaze, as if she didn't recognize him.
"You hit me?" she said, tears streaming down her face.
Huang De Han was momentarily overwhelmed by anger. He hadn't expected to strike San Er. He stared at his hand, unsure of what to do next.
"You actually hit me?" San Er shouted, her tears falling like beads off a broken string.
Losing control of her emotions, San Er lunged at Huang De Han, scratching and clawing at him, and shouting, "You, Huang De Han, heartless scum! How dare you hit me? I'll kill you, I'll kill you..."
"Enough!"
Dodging San Er's claws, Huang De Han shouted, "Enough, I said! Stop it!"
But San Er had already lost her senses and refused to stop.
Huang De Han quickly found himself scratched by San Er's sharp nails, feeling a burning pain on his face.
Consumed by rage, Huang De Han raised his hand and slapped her repeatedly.
San Er's vision blurred from the blows. She tried to resist but found herself powerless, like a mouse in the grip of a cat. She cried out and begged for mercy.
Gasping for breath, Huang De Han released his grip on San Er.
San Er sat on the sofa, her face bruised and swollen, looking utterly pitiful. She sobbed with a sense of injustice.
Huang De Han, too, was not unscathed. He had scratches on his arms, neck, and face.
Taking several deep breaths, Huang De Han managed to control his anger.
"Acting like a madwoman," Huang De Han said. "Explain to me, what is this illness of yours? How did you contract it?"
Hearing his words, San Er became excited and shouted, "Huang De Han, don't play innocent! It's because of your affairs with other women that you contracted this shameless disease and passed it on to me!"
Huang De Han couldn't believe that Xiao Xiao would have such an illness. She seemed so pure, like a fairy untouched by the world. Could a fairy get sick? And such a disgusting disease at that.
He felt it was sacrilege to think of a fairy in such a way.
He would rather believe that San Er got infected through her promiscuous behavior than believe that Xiao Xiao could be affected.
Disappointed, Huang De Han said, "Zhao Yalin, I never expected you to be this kind of person. You've truly disappointed me."
San Er felt extremely wronged and exclaimed loudly, "I've already told you, it's not me! Why are you blaming me? I'm with you every day. I don't have time to go out and find other men!"
"Why are you framing me? If you want to get rid of me, just say it. You know perfectly well who got sick!"
"If you want me to leave, it's fine. Just give me three million, and I'll go, and you can have your way!"
Huang De Han never expected the audacity of San Er to ask him for three million. While he did have that much money, he was unwilling to give it to her. Why should he give her his money, just because she asked?
In the past, he had been willing to spend money on her to win her favor, but now he was tired of her and couldn't possibly spend any more money on her!