Lin Weiyang was caught off guard and didn’t have time to dodge. Two scratches appeared on her face. She covered her face, pretending to be weak, and kept crying.
Lin Dongyang, who was beside her, couldn’t stand it. His precious daughter was hit right under his nose, how could he remain indifferent? Just as he was about to raise his hand to slap Li Manman, his wrist was forcefully grasped by someone.
"She’s my woman. If you want to hit someone, you need to ask me first."
Feng Yi sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, a trace of displeasure in his eyes.
"She was the one who hit Weiyang first. How can you not reason at all? Is this how you bully people?"
"Ha, I really admire you father and daughter pair. Your ability to distort the truth could earn a certificate. Shouldn’t it be your family bullying our Xiao Xi first?"
Li Manman looked at Lin Dongyang, whose face was green with anger, with her arms crossed and a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
Seeing him annoyed yet unable to do anything was really satisfying.
Lin Weiyang stood up from the sofa like a poor little thing and walked to Lu Jinghan’s side, "Jing Han, I’ve realized my mistake, please don’t make me leave An City, okay?"
Lu Jinghan didn’t even give her a glance. His cold and deep voice slowly dropped: "If you don’t leave, just wait for the Lin Family to go bankrupt."
"Jing Han, I really know I was wrong. I beg you, for my mother’s sake, for the sake of me liking you for so many years, don’t do this to me."
Lin Weiyang half-knelt by Lu Jinghan’s leg, sobbing uncontrollably and holding onto him without letting go.
Han Xi frowned at Lin Weiyang. She could tolerate whatever excessive things she did to herself, but seeing her cling to Lu Jinghan...
Suddenly, she didn’t want to tolerate it anymore.
"Lin Weiyang, let go of my husband." Han Xi’s voice was evidently filled with anger.
Lu Jinghan smiled as he removed Lin Weiyang’s hand, which clung to his waist like an octopus, and leaned close to Han Xi’s neck, "Wife, you look so cute when you’re jealous."
Han Xi turned her face to glare at him, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear, "If you dare let another woman touch you again, you’re dead."
"Mm, I understand, wife."
Lin Weiyang had an undisguisable flame of envy in her eyes. She closed her eyes to slowly calm herself down, and when she reopened them a few seconds later, tears poured like a fountain.
"Han Xi, I know you hate me, hate that I like Jing Han, hate that I’ve stayed by his side for so many years, but I beg you, don’t make me leave. I promise I won’t provoke you anymore."
Han Xi looked at Lin Weiyang, her face as calm as a breeze with no waves of emotion, "It’s you who likes Jing Han, not Jing Han who likes you. Why should I hate you? Am I supposed to hate every woman who secretly loves or likes Jing Han? Wouldn’t I be too busy then?"
"Lin Weiyang, the reason I’ve kept tolerating you is not because I’m weak or easy to bully, but because I don’t want the connections your mother risked her life for to be wasted by you, and I don’t want to make things difficult for Jing Han either."
Lin Weiyang’s hands hung by her sides clenching into fists, a surge of anger rampaging in her chest.
But she knew she absolutely couldn’t fall out with Han Xi now. She had to endure because as long as she could stay, there would be plenty of opportunities to deal with Han Xi in the future.
"Grandpa Lu, please persuade Han Xi and Jing Han not to drive me away."
Lin Weiyang cried so heartbrokenly that her voice was pitifully sad, making others feel sorry for her.