Under the black umbrella, those eyes were filled with bloodthirsty crimson, all reason slowly breaking apart. Lin Weiyang threw the cigarette butt in her hand to the ground, where the sparks and rain made a "sizzling" sound.
She bent down to pick up a plastic bucket from the ground and suddenly splashed it on Han Xi.
Han Xi was completely unprepared, caught off guard and unable to dodge: "Are you crazy? What did you just splash on me?"
Han Xi smelled something fishy, nauseatingly crouching by the roadside, vomiting.
Lin Weiyang, in her high heels, walked directly to the back of a nearby car, opened the trunk, and a large cat jumped out, darting towards Han Xi.
Han Xi felt a tightness in her heart and was so scared that no sound came out.
She reached out to block the attacking cat but was scratched, leaving bloodstained claw marks engraved on the back of Han Xi’s cold hand.
Just as Sister Zhang arrived to bring Han Xi an umbrella, she angrily rushed over and drove the cat away with the umbrella handle, hurriedly helping Han Xi off the ground: "Madam, are you alright?"
Han Xi shook her head, her face already pale with fright, as though she had lost her bearings.
Sister Zhang glared at Lin Weiyang, furiously shouting: "I remember you! Last time you shamelessly broke into our house and said you wanted to be Mrs. Lu, got rejected by our sir, and now you’re here to bother our madam again."
Lin Weiyang glanced at Han Xi in disarray, laughing recklessly: "Yes, I want to be Mrs. Lu. If it weren’t for this fox enticing Jing Han, you should be calling me madam now."
"Bah, how dare you bully our madam? I’ll beat you to death."
Sister Zhang, fiercely wielding the umbrella handle, swung it toward Lin Weiyang, indiscriminately hitting her.
Lin Weiyang, a pampered heiress, couldn’t match Sister Zhang’s strength, taking several hits on her body and legs.
"Try hitting me again, see what happens?"
Lin Weiyang ducked behind the car, furiously shouting, losing all the demeanor of a refined lady and resembling more a market shrew.
"I have no reason not to hit you. A woman like you, lacking manners, deserves a lesson."
Sister Zhang, with hands on hips, seemed ready to take on Lin Weiyang.
Han Xi, finally regaining her composure, went over to pull Sister Zhang’s arm: "Let’s go home."
"Madam, I must fight for justice for you, give her a good beating."
Sister Zhang looked at Han Xi’s sorry state, feeling heartache as though her own child had been bullied.
"I’m fine. A shower at home will be enough. If we don’t go back soon, we won’t have time to make dinner."
Han Xi appeared calm as if nothing had happened, yet inside she felt wronged and fear-stricken.
Sister Zhang said nothing more, but gave Lin Weiyang a fierce look before picking up the bag from the ground and walking with Han Xi toward the villa.
"Sister Zhang, please don’t tell Jing Han about what happened earlier."
Han Xi held the umbrella, the blood marks on her hand mixed with the wet rainwater and trickled down her wrist, dripping to the ground.
"Madam, you’re hurt. Why not tell sir? He should teach that bad woman a lesson."
Sister Zhang complained indignantly, feeling she had held back too much earlier, thinking she should have used her full strength to deal with that woman.
"Sister Zhang, just don’t let Jing Han know. I don’t want to put him in a difficult position."