Tang Yanqi raised her hand to free her arm from the man’s grip, her gaze cold: "Sir, please show some respect."
The man reeked of alcohol, perhaps prone to anger when drunk, and upon hearing Tang Yanqi’s words, he grabbed her again: "You filthy woman, stop pretending, come, drink with me."
Tang Yanqi’s eyebrows furrowed even more tightly. She wasn’t sure what these people had to do with Sheng Jianan, instinctively looked towards Sheng Jianan’s direction, only to find he wasn’t looking at her at all, as if she didn’t exist. Moreover, Sheng Jianan was leaning his head towards the person next to him, from Tang Yanqi’s angle, it looked like the two were kissing.
Her heart felt pierced by a sharp blade, and all the grievances and humiliation she had endured today transformed into anger at that moment and surged within her.
Tang Yanqi was calm and composed, but that didn’t mean she had no temper.
At the Tang Family, her mother’s bracelet was smashed, and she was slapped, she felt angry but didn’t explode—not because she was cowardly—but because she wouldn’t bite back against a dog that bit her, engaging with someone like Shen Wanqing seemed demeaning to Tang Yanqi.
In the alley, she was robbed and beaten up, she just thought she had bad luck, neither blaming heaven nor earth.
At the police station, finding herself unable to reach family to pick her up amidst such loneliness, she felt sadness but wasn’t angry, and this sadness melted away with a few comforting words from her roommate, making Tang Yanqi believe the world was still beautiful.
But now, with Sheng Jianan openly affectionate with another woman before her eyes, she cared yet wouldn’t interfere—fully aware of her status. Yet, when she discovered Sheng Jianan wasn’t drunk and the call she received indeed came from his phone, what could Tang Yanqi not understand?
No one could openly use Sheng Jianan’s phone unless he permitted it, no one knew she was Mrs. Sheng unless he revealed it.
Clearly, it was Sheng Jianan who called her here, and deliberately made her witness this scene. Tang Yanqi didn’t know what he was scheming, he could be intimate with others in her presence, but he shouldn’t be indifferent when she was verbally abused and physically violated by others.
Even if he didn’t love her, even if he hated her, wasn’t she still his nominal wife? There wasn’t some deep-seated hatred between them, right?
Did he really have to be so heartless?
No, "heartless" wasn’t the right word anymore.
This was simply what Qi Cheng described as: scum!
As she felt a salty pig hand approaching her face, Tang Yanqi suddenly reached out and pushed the man forcefully away.
Then, when no one had yet reacted, she walked straight up to Sheng Jianan, looked down at the man for a second, raised her hand, "smack."
The crisp slap echoed throughout the private room, instantly dispersing the originally noisy atmosphere, freezing it into ice.
"Sheng Jianan, you bastard!"
Tang Yanqi’s voice was not loud, but each word was clear. After speaking, she didn’t look at Sheng Jianan again, turned and quickly walked out.
No one chased her, nor did anyone stop her, because everyone was still in shock, including Sheng Jianan himself.
Even seeing it with their own eyes, no one could believe it, dare not believe it, that there existed someone in this world, moreover, a woman, who dared to slap Young Master Sheng.