Even Lin Sitong-sister going missing, itâs also because of this Shen Xiaoruâs deliberate obstruction.
If not for her family and identity, Gao Chenyu really wants to beat her up.
Lin Sitong isnât just Yichen-brotherâs childhood sweetheart, thereâs already a marriage contract between them.
Itâs really great that someone would teach her a lesson now!
Shen Xiaoru expectantly turns towards Bai Yichen, hoping that he can get her out of this predicament.
With Bai Yichenâs identity, if only heâs willing to reveal who he is and speak up for her.
Absolutely nobody would disregard the âDustless Swordsmanâ Bai Yichenâs face.
But on account of her pleading, there isnât the slightest bit of sympathy on Bai Yichenâs expression.
As he speaks, his voice is so cold that it can freeze people, âWords must be fulfilled, this is the character that a disciple of Zi Yang should possess. Otherwise, people will not just despise you, they will also look down upon Zi Yang.â
With these words, Shen Xiaoru only feels that the sky is spinning and the earth goes round. She canât wait to faint.
She fiercely glares at Muyan, screeching: âJun Muyan, you dare treat me like this today, in the future, my mother and the Shen family will definitely give this back to you a thousandfold!â
Muyan slowly walks towards her. She crouches down and leans close to her ears, whispering, âShen Xiaoru, do you that think I donât know â when I was drugged back then, and when I rushed into the forbidden area by mistake... that it was yours and the Su familyâs design? The people of the Su family have already died in a fire, why donât you guess what your end will be? Say, Iâll let you choose, would you like to crawl out of here, or do you want to die just like the Su family?â
Shen Xiaoruâs pupils suddenly contract.
She shudders and lifts her eyes to look at Jun Muyan.
That overwhelmingly beautiful countenance is too close. Thereâs a faint smiling expression, and those eyes are bright and crystal clear, as if her heart is completely transparent and clean.
At this moment, Shen Xiaoru actually feels a bone-deep fear.
Under Muyanâs mockery of a smile and attentive gaze, she stiffly positions herself to crawl.
With bent knees, and both hands on the floor, she slowly crawls one step at a time.
âNot bad, not bad. Really good at crawling, just like a dog.â someone from the Ink Camp praises while nodding.
The people in the restaurant burst out laughing.
Shen Xiaoru crawls while gritting her teeth, the fear in her eyes slowly transforms into a bone-deep hatred.
Jun Muyan, just you wait, I will definitely tear your face into pieces, and have you die without a burial site!
âMiss, do you want this subordinate to get rid of that woman?â Old Tao is by Muyanâs side, showing the motion of cutting his throat.
Muyanâs eyes darken then she shakes her head: âNo need. I still have some use to keep her alive.â
Old Tao immediately withdraws.
That quickly leaves only two people in the room, Muyan and Xiao Bao.
Muyan is contemplating if she wants to go into the space and clean up the mess.
Xiao Bao suddenly climbs up the chair and slips into her arms.
Muyan doesnât have enough time to react before he tightly clings to her neck, and nestles his small head on her shoulder.
Xiao Bao has always been precocious and aloof, even when heâs too attached to Muyan. Itâs awfully rare for him to show such a spoiled and clingy gesture.
Muyan quickly draws his little body into her embrace, softly saying: âBaby, whatâs wrong?â
The room is calm and quiet, thereâs only the sound of the pairâs soft breathing.
Just as Muyan is thinking that Xiao Bao wonât answer, a soft sound enters her ears, like a light croon: âNiangqin, whatâs a âbastardâ?â
Muyanâs body stiffens.
The hand holding Xiao Bao slightly shakes as well.
At this moment, she feels an unprecedented hatred towards Shen Xiaoru.