Yin Qi rely let out a cold snort: "Oh? How was I before?"
Qian Rouxuan sat up straight, sensing sothing was off with Yin Qi. Her eyes brimd with grievance as she hurriedly pleaded, "Yin Qi, is there so misunderstanding between us? Otherwise, why would you say such things in front of the child?"
She decided to take the offensive, provoking Yin Qi first. If Yin Qi truly knew sothing, it would give her ti to prepare.
Yin Qi realized her façade was slipping. She gripped the coffee cup tightly and retorted, "Just a joke, why are you so flustered? Could it be that you really have sothing going on with my husband?"
She fixed her gaze directly on Qian Rouxuan’s eyes, waiting to see how she would respond.
Qian Rouxuan continued her grievance-filled complaint: "Look at you! Who makes jokes like that? Yin Qi, this isn’t like you. We’ve known each other all these years, don’t you know by now?
I just ca back from abroad, and if you keep this up, I’m really going to be mad! Plus, you said these things in front of my son—how am I supposed to explain this to him?
If I said such things about you in front of your son, would you be okay with it?"
If Yin Qi was rely suspicious, then this half-true, half-false response could snuff out so of her doubts, right? It was all because of what Li Si said the other day. If not for that, this stupid woman wouldn’t have suddenly figured things out!
Qian Rouxuan was getting more heated as she talked. If she hadn’t said these things, Yin Qi might have held back and planned her next steps carefully. But thinking about Beibei, and the fury she’d been suppressing since discovering that disk this morning, Yin Qi couldn’t hold back any longer. She shot up abruptly and splashed the entire cup of coffee onto Qian Rouxuan’s face.
"Ahhh!" Qian Rouxuan scread. Before she could wipe her face and try to open her eyes, let alone process what had happened, Yin Qi stord up to her and slapped her hard across the face.
While hitting, she kept insulting her relentlessly, "You f***ing dare to bring up my son? I didn’t want to hit you, but you just don’t know when to quit! You know damn well whether or not you’ve ssed around with my husband!
Don’t act holy in front of , I’ll tell you the truth—you’re nothing but a filthy tramp, a bike for everyone to ride! I’ll beat the crap out of you, you pathetic excuse for a woman!"
Qian Rouxuan was initially stunned, but after taking two slaps, she got furious herself.
For soone who had always thought Yin Qi was dull and idiotic, seeing her suddenly act sharp and ruthless was too much for her to take at once.
The two won started grappling with each other. Yin Qi’s freshly done nails were long and sharp, giving her a strong advantage in the fight. Qian Rouxuan’s right cheek was already scratched with two bloody marks from Yin Qi’s nails.
Still, Qian Rouxuan didn’t let Yin Qi off easy either. Within monts, both won’s hair was a complete ss, resembling birds’ nests, as they clung tightly to each other’s hair, glaring furiously, neither willing to let go.
Qian Rouxuan was genuinely angry—she’d never felt this humiliated in her life. Her face stung intensely, and it was clear there was bleeding. Yin Qi didn’t hold back at all!
"Yin Qi, are you insane? I never had anything going on with your husband, and here you are hitting without even figuring things out first. Did your manners get eaten by dogs?"
Yin Qi spat at her fiercely: "Manners? With you? A tramp will always be a tramp. My husband sleeping with you is a waste of effort anyway! It’s like paying for sothing cheap! Let your son hear this—let him know the kind of woman his mother truly is!"
"Yin Qi, if you slander one more ti, I’ll kill you! You believe or not?" Qian Rouxuan was so enraged she wanted to rip Yin Qi’s smug face apart. So what if she had slept with Han Mingzhe?
If it weren’t for the inappropriate setting, with John right there, she’d have rubbed it in Yin Qi’s face even further—her husband hadn’t just recently slept with her; it had been going on for years! Truth be told, Yin Qi was the actual third party here.
John was scared out of his wits nearby, not knowing how to respond. When he saw a server and what seed to be a manager rushing over, he began crying and pleading, "Uncle! Auntie! Please help my mommy! She’s being hit! She’s the bad guy!"
The manager hurriedly stepped between the two won, attempting to de-escalate the fight: "Ladies, please let go. This is a restaurant! Look, you’ve scared the child!"
The commotion caused quite a stir, drawing the whole restaurant’s patrons over to watch. So who overheard the gist of things realized this was a wife confronting her husband’s mistress, so no one attempted to intervene.
Nowadays, mistresses were sotis ridiculously bold. Spectators excitedly discussed the scene—so pointed at John, saying that this kid was already so grown up. This mistress really fully embraced her role!
Others, unwilling to let the drama die down, chid in: "Quick, find the man involved! Let’s settle this face-to-face. We’re here to uphold justice for the wife!"
"Exactly! What’s the point of just beating each other to a bloody pulp? Where’s the man?"
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