"You cheap wench, stop right there for my young madam!"
Indeed, Mo Yongxi was so furious she nearly spat blood. She rushed up to Mo Yan, blocking her path with arms wide open, two shiny gold bracelets hanging from her wrists, glaringly obnoxious—set against her black and yellow skin, they were simply an eyesore.
Even Mo Yan, with her normally great patience, was inflad after being called a "cheap wench" again and again. Too lazy to waste words on a madwoman, she raised her hand and, under Mo Yongxi’s disbelieving gaze, dealt her a fierce slap across the face.
Before Mo Yongxi could regain her senses, Mo Yan struck her with another backhanded slap... All around the fields, only the "smack, smack, smack" sound echoed.
It was only when Mo Yan’s hand began to ache and heat up that she stopped the unilateral "abuse". She then calmly took out a handkerchief, ticulously wiped her right hand, and threw the cloth on the ground.
Looking at Mo Yongxi’s originally unattractive face, now red and swollen, uglier than a cooked pig’s head, Mo Yan’s face broke into a splendid yet dangerous smile, "I’ve long wanted to beat you up, but sadly, the opportunity has never arisen. I never expected you to deliver yourself to my doorstep, so don’t bla for being impolite!"
Although she had sched against this woman, making her marry a man fond of sa-sex companionship, such revenge was nothing compared to the satisfaction of taking matters into her own hands.
"You, you jezebel, I will not... I will not let you... you jezebel, jezebel—" Mo Yongxi’s eyes, wide with fear and hatred, shot straight at Mo Yan, her swollen cheeks preventing her from uttering a complete sentence.
Mo Yan looked down in contempt at Mo Yongxi, prancing about like a fool, about to slap her a few more tis to silence her altogether when she saw a brawny, ordinary-looking young man rush over, demanding loudly, "Who are you, daring to assault soone in broad daylight? Is there no law anymore?"
With her back to the man, Mo Yongxi brightened at the familiar voice and quickly turned around, hurling herself toward him as if she’d seen a savior, "Husband Group, save , save !"
It turned out the man was none other than Mo Yongxi’s newlywed husband, Young Master Fang, the patron of the actors, followed by a minion.
Young Master Fang, seeing Mo Yongxi with a face swollen like a pig’s, sat down hard on the ground, shrieking in horror, "Monster, there’s a monster, help, help!"
Mo Yongxi, looking at her husband trembling in terror on the ground, a flicker of disappointnt crossing her eyes, then threw herself on him, grabbing the still-screaming Young Master Fang and said, "Husband Group, it’s , it’s , I’m your wife!"
Recognizing the familiar voice, Young Master Fang realized that this "monster" was his newlywed wife. He imdiately recoiled in disgust, rebuking her harshly, "Didn’t I tell you not to touch this young master? Are you looking for a beating, you cheap wench?"
Mo Yongxi, on hearing this, felt as if there was a fire burning in her heart. She suppressed her rage and tried to look gentle and ek—a look that might stir protective feelings in a man if her face had been intact. Now, with a pig-like face, all that remained was revulsion.
Yet oblivious Mo Yongxi, pointing a finger at the smirking Mo Yan who was enjoying the spectacle with crossed arms, wailed in a deliberate whine, "Husband Group, this wench, bla this wench. She’s the one who beat into this state, you must avenge !"
Upon hearing this, Young Master Fang looked away in disgust, "Hmph, even when beating a dog, one must consider the owner! Rest assured, this young master will stand up for you." After getting up quickly from the ground, he glared at Mo Yan maliciously, squinting his eyes, "You rotten girl, don’t you know she belongs to my Fang Family? By hitting her, you’re hitting the Fang Family’s face. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll promptly apologize to this young master, or else I’ll make you regret it."
Even though Young Master Fang didn’t like won, and even less this beaten-up woman, she was his lawfully wedded wife. Being beaten up by so rustic brawler right after returning ho was an affront to him, wasn’t it?
Mo Yan nearly laughed aloud at Young Master Fang’s bluster, thinking he really believed himself to be the young master of a grand World Family. Casting a glance at the smug Mo Yongxi and another at Young Master Fang’s arrogant deanor, she couldn’t help but chuckle.
Indeed, birds of a feather flock together; the two of them, one overbearing and the other pompous, truly were a "match made in heaven"!
"You rotten girl, what are you laughing at? Quickly apologize to this young master, do it now!" Mo Yan’s almost mocking smile completely infuriated Young Master Fang; he rushed to her and shouting loudly while trying to shove her.
Not giving Young Master Fang the chance to get close, Mo Yan kicked him in the abdon before his hands could reach her.
"Aah—" Young Master Fang cried out in agony, tumbling backward onto the ground.
Before the minion could rush to intervene, Mo Yan stepped on Young Master Fang’s chest and asked with a coy smile, "Young Master Fang, how would you like to apologize, hmm?"
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