Luo Huian had no idea that Bai Shiliu was using her as a way to earn money by making bets on her na. She was currently too busy acting as bait for Qin Zhengbang. Though she would have loved to punch the man in the face, it would only help him. With such disproportionate features, how could he even dream of seducing her? Maybe her punch might realign all of his features?
However, she couldn’t do that.
Luo Huian was annoyed, but she still had to pretend that she was doing fine.
"You seem to be annoyed, Miss Huian."
Luo Huian paused and turned to look at the woman who stood behind her; her eyes flickered slightly before she turned around and questioned, "And who you might be for you to worry about ?"
The woman arched her brow when she heard her words; as if amused by what Luo Huian said, she held out her hand in front of Luo Huian before introducing herself, "Forgive , it seems like I am a little late to introduce myself. I am Liao Hong, the heir of the Liao family."
Luo Huian’s frown deepened but she still held her hand in front of her and took hold of Liao Hong’s hand. She clasped it lightly before saying, "Nice to et you, I guess?"
Though Luo Huian did not know who this Liao Hong was, she could sense that this woman held so kind of enmity against her. It was quite clear how the woman was acting.
"Of course it’s a pleasure," Liao Hong remarked as she leaned down and whispered in Luo Huian’s ears, "How does the trash I dumped taste?"
After she finished speaking, she turned around on her feet and walked away as if she did not badmouth soone.
"What the fuck—" Luo Huian touched her ear and turned around to glare at the woman. "What the hell does she an by those words?" Luo Huian had no idea what kind of trash the woman was talking about but she was soone who would rather die than find out what and how the trash in the trash can tasted.
"Huian!"
Luo Huian rubbed the shell of her ear and wheeled around to look at Fan ilin walking over to her in a hurry. His face looked abnormally pale as he questioned, "What’s going on? That woman—did she say sothing to you? You look angry."
Though Luo Huian caught a trace of anxiety in Fan ilin’s voice, she did not question him as he looked like he was about to crumble. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear before saying in a calm voice, "Nothing. I think that woman is drunk. She actually asked if I like the taste of the trash that she has dumped. Since when did I start eating trash? I am freaking picky about what I put in my mouth, alright?"
Luo Huian could not understand what Liao Hong said to her but Fan ilin certainly could. His face turned pale and he clenched his fists tightly; it was a good thing that Luo Huian had forgotten everything about him and Liao Hong or else this banquet would have turned into another ss.
He clenched his fists before saying to Luo Huian, "Maybe she was talking about a person?"
"What?" Luo Huian turned to look at Fan ilin with a bewildered expression on her face. "How can a person be trash?" She paused and muttered, "I don’t think I am affiliated with a murderer? Oh fuck, am I?"
She looked around as if worried that soone was walking around the banquet hall with a knife in his or her hands.
When Fan ilin heard her words, his eyes softened and he said to her, "Don’t think too much, maybe that woman was trying to make fun of you?"
"I think so too," Luo Huian glanced behind her and snorted. "She should be worried about her own life; who is she to tell what to do? Freaking idiot." Her gaze fell on Qi Zhangbang, who was furtively eyeing her and she said to Fan ilin, "Excuse , I need to deal with soone."
She then turned on her feet and walked over to where Qi Zhangbang was.
Fan ilin watched her walk away; behind him, Xu Qiao said to him, "Don’t even think of doing sothing foolish. That woman wants you to act impulsively so that she could make a joke out of you."
"I know," Fan ilin sneered as he turned to look at Liao Hong, who was talking with one of their business partners. "Still, she shouldn’t have tried to make a move on my wife."
As he finished speaking, he walked over to Liao Hong.
Xu Qiao slapped his hand on his forehead and muttered, "This foolish r, he is so easily goaded." Though he was annoyed with Fan ilin’s actions, he still followed him.
When Liao Hong saw him walking over, she excused herself and walked over to Fan ilin. She smiled and mused, "Well, look at this, who ca to see . It’s getting harder and harder to et you, ilin."
"Mister Fan," Fan ilin corrected Liao Hong as he remarked coldly, "It makes puke whenever you say my na, Madam Liao. So I will suggest you try not to call by my na lest I throw all over your fine clothes."
He curled his lips before adding, "Though it might not make a difference given that you are disgusting to begin with."
A dark glint flashed in Liao Hong’s eyes as she remarked, "There was a ti you used to like calling you that."
Fan ilin knew that she was saying these things to provoke him and in the past it used to do sothing to him. But no more; he curled his lips and remarked, "Madam Liao, I will suggest that you stop acting like a clingy ex and stop bothering my wife. I have no idea what you are trying to do but please think of what and why you did what you did in the past."
"I believe that it is a crucial ti for you. Right? Your mother will be furious if she finds out that you ca to such an important banquet just to show up in front of your ex’s wife? I don’t think that’s why your mother sent you—"
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