Gong Fengjiao felt extremely uncomfortable, but at this moment, she didn’t want to say anything more.
Moreover, he had berated her so harshly over the phone last night. She, Gong Fengjiao, was a renowned model and a celebrity, after all—how could she possibly swallow this insult!
"Two years? Ha..." Qi Longbing looked at her, his deep eyes filled with an indifference that suggested he found nothing more amusing. "Then how come I don’t remember your scent in my bed at all?"
His words instantly made Gong Fengjiao’s face burn. How could he say such things about me!
"Someone, please show Miss Gong out," Qi Longbing said in a lackluster tone, his expression weary and devoid of warmth.
Gong Fengjiao was infuriated. But now that she had come, how could she just leave? No, I absolutely can’t leave .
Suddenly, Gong Fengjiao walked toward Pan Yutong, who had remained silent. She snatched the poured glass of Lafite wine and, without a second thought, splashed it onto the woman. I’ll show you for trying to stay here! This woman is the most detestable!
"What are you doing?" Pan Yutong, drenched and disheveled, was overcome with fury. How could I, the prestigious Miss Pan of Warner World, endure such humiliation?
SLAP! A palm landed crisply across Gong Fengjiao’s face. "Ouch, ouch! That really hurts! Oh, it’s seriously painful!" she cried, clutching her cheek.
"You actually hit me, you vixen!" Gong Fengjiao, indignant, grabbed her handbag and swung it at Pan Yutong. "I’ll beat you to death, you damned vixen!"
"You shameless woman, you’re the vixen!" Pan Yutong retorted, unwilling to back down.
Any semblance of ladylike grace vanished as the two quickly descended into a brawl. At this moment, their once-prized long, curly hair became a liability, offering prime targets for each other.
The CEO’s office echoed with shouts and screams—what a spectacle! They tore at each other’s hair and grappled, the fight becoming as wild as one could imagine.
SLAP! Pan Yutong struck Gong Fengjiao again. Enraged, Gong Fengjiao relentlessly battered Pan Yutong’s smiling face with her handbag, seemingly determined to flatten her proud breasts.
The air filled with guttural cries and the thuds of impact. "AHHH!" "THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!"
"I’ll beat you to death! I swear I’ll beat you to death!" Gong Fengjiao shrieked.
Pan Yutong thought fiercely, Hit her! I have to beat her senseless!
"Who let you, you damned vixen, come near my future... husband-to-be!" Gong Fengjiao screamed between blows.
Both women unleashed every "feminine martial art" they knew, intent on beating the other down in one go. Handbags and high heels became their primary weapons. Although Gong Fengjiao had a height advantage, Pan Yutong’s nimble movements gave her an edge. Gong Fengjiao aimed for Pan Yutong’s smiling face and breasts; Pan Yutong retaliated by slamming her handbag into Gong Fengjiao’s stomach. I’ll hit you so hard you can’t ever get pregnant and have a baby! Pan Yutong thought viciously.
Fight! Keep fighting! Hit her ruthlessly! Gong Fengjiao’s mind raced.
This time, I must fight to my heart’s content! I won’t stop until she’s down for the count! Pan Yutong resolved.
"Oh my, oh my, stop fighting, please stop fighting..." Ms. Lin and Ms. Zhang were stunned, unsure what to do upon witnessing the scene.
However, their CEO Qi sat comfortably in the Osaka chair, still leisurely reviewing documents, occasionally sipping coffee with ease, seemingly unaffected by the two fighting women. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⟡𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵
But when his gaze lifted slightly, glancing toward a certain spot in the restroom, a faint, mischievous smile touched his lips...
These two women really are quite entertaining. Well, let them fight; it’s not like I’ll lose any skin off my back watching.