She couldn’t bear it anymore, how could there be such a pretended gentleman who was actually a scoundrel in this world! It was bad enough that he sought other women, but he also verbally attacked her, demanding that the "disreputable" Zhao Ziyin should not meddle in his business! The most outrageous part was, since he had already "decided" that Zhao Ziyin had slept her way to fame, he was not only unashamed, but he even expected her to introduce him to her high-profile "benefactors"!
And with this splash, Wang Shuoming’s white casual outfit was hit squarely, the black coffee turning his designer clothes into a messy disaster! A female model beside him screamed, and Wang Shuoming became furious, "Jian Anning! Don’t you yourself hang out in Canadian nightclubs all the time, and you have the audacity to splash me! Ziyin, I’m telling you, if you’re with me, you can’t be friends with such a shrew!"
Jian Anning was so angry she felt like she would explode. She had never seen a man so shameless!
Before she had a chance to confront him, a shadow suddenly rushed forward, followed by a "smack" sound, a dull noise. It was Zhao Ziyin who had stepped forward and fiercely slapped Wang Shuoming across the face!
She swung her arm with great strength. Caught off guard, Wang Shuoming was struck so hard that he stumbled several steps backward, lost his balance, and despite holding onto the table, staggered and fell to the ground!
His eyes wide with shock, his previously well-kept casual attire was now stained with coffee and wrinkled all over. His gold-rimmed glasses were smacked off by the slap. His entire image was ruined. If he had only been a beast in gentleman’s clothing before, now, he was utterly a beast through and through!
Zhao Ziyin raged, "Wang Shuoming, you can say whatever you want about me, but you do not get to talk about Anning!"
The female model by Wang Shuoming’s side didn’t hesitate to step forward, trying to help him up. Once Wang Shuoming stood up, his face that had been calm moments before now twisted into a ferocious expression: "Cheap woman! You yourself don’t even know how many men you’ve slept with, and you dare to meddle with me? Even Meimei is better than you! At least she’s been with only one man! And you dare hit me? You shameless hussy, you have no dignity!"
As he spoke, he took large strides forward, suddenly raising his hand to strike her across the face!
His hand was in mid-air, but suddenly, another slender yet strong hand caught it.
"A man should act like one," a deep, rich voice came from behind them. Jian Anning was taken aback; this voice sounded so familiar?
She turned around and met a pair of gray-blue eyes. Under the morning sunlight, they shimmered with a golden hue. Dressed in a sharp suit, he exuded an extraordinary demeanor and presence.
By his side was Ya Jiayi, dressed in professional attire. She wore a black suit, black pencil skirt, black high heels, with every button of her white shirt fastened meticulously, her expression stern. Even without speaking, she carried an overwhelming aura that gave Wang Shuoming a scare, making him believe for a moment that she might be some man related to Zhao Ziyin.
He stepped back a pace or two, straightened his clothes, and looked again at Situ Xuan. Although decked out in designer brands and possessed of an exceptional air, with what seemed like a female secretary by his side, he was nonetheless an unfamiliar face.