Jiang Yuan’s slap was delivered with full force, and her hand, now hanging by her side, trembled slightly.
Song Jinhe stood nearby, her eyes wide and bright. Was Jiang Yuan really this bold?
She had just raised her hand and slapped someone without hesitation.
And that someone was Fu Jingchuan, the CEO and future chairman of Gonghong Group.
Impressive. Truly worthy of being the only daughter of the Jiang family.
Fu Jingchuan’s lip was bitten and bleeding, his cheek burning with pain—it was probably swollen.
“You hit me for Song Jinhe?”
“I’m your fiancé!” Fu Jingchuan’s gaze fixed on Jiang Yuan, his voice almost gritted with anger.
“Oh, wow, being a fiancé is so impressive, huh? You’re already flirting with other women, yet you still think this arranged marriage can continue?”
“If you can’t control yourself or stay faithful, then why even bother with an arranged marriage?”
Song Jinhe immediately stepped in front of Jiang Yuan, shielding her like a mother hen protecting her chick, and started berating Fu Jingchuan.
Men like him were the worst—greedy and never satisfied, afraid of missing out on even a single bite.
“Even if Brother Fu did something wrong, you can’t just hit people like that.” Liang Jingjing looked at his swollen cheek, her heart aching. She reached out to touch it but didn’t dare.
In the end, she could only glare at Jiang Yuan and shout angrily, “You crazy woman!”
Slap—
A loud slap echoed through the restaurant, and the onlookers silently gave a thumbs-up.
Strong, so strong.
This slap was still delivered by Jiang Yuan. Song Jinhe had no obligation to help with the hitting.
When it came to causing trouble, she still couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“Jiang Yuan—” Seeing the woman he loved being hit, Fu Jingchuan’s face flushed with anger. He roared at Jiang Yuan, his face still red and swollen.
Slap—
The response was another slap, turning the other side of his face red. Jiang Yuan was naturally tall, standing at 172 cm, and with the seven-centimeter red-soled high heels she wore, she looked both imposing and beautiful.
She looked down at him with disdain and disgust in her eyes.
“What are you shouting for?”
“What right do you have to shout here?” Jiang Yuan spoke slowly, but every word was chillingly cold.
“We’ve been engaged for three months, haven’t we? If you liked her, you could have refused this engagement, but you didn’t. And she, knowing full well that you were already engaged, shamelessly claimed that you two were true love.”
Jiang Yuan let out a mocking laugh, then added, “Fine, true love. I’ll let you have it.”
With that, she turned her gaze to Song Jinhe, who was watching the drama unfold, wrapped an arm around her, and said with a smile, “Since you’re my best friend, go get me the footage of them being all lovey-dovey.”
Song Jinhe breathed in the scent of perfume emanating from Jiang Yuan. She recognized it—it was the latest and most expensive perfume from Chanel.
It really did smell wonderful.
“Miss Jiang,” Song Jinhe extended her hand, wearing a flattering smile, “Money.”
“You little…” Jiang Yuan rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone, transferring 100,000 yuan to Song Jinhe’s Alipay account.
“Happy now?”
“Thank you, Miss.” Song Jinhe listened to the Alipay payment notification, her heart racing with excitement.
With the money in hand, Song Jinhe immediately ran to the front desk and asked to review the surveillance footage.
When the other party wanted to refuse, Song Jinhe took out a business card and handed it over. “That Miss Jiang is the acting chairman of Hongyu Group.”
The tactic of borrowing someone else’s power to intimidate others was something Song Jinhe had mastered perfectly. She rested one hand on the front desk, holding the business card between her fingers, her face expressionless.
“Offend her, and you don’t want this shop to stay open anymore?” Song Jinhe threatened.
Hearing this, the manager reached out and took the business card. After glancing at it, he quickly said, “I’ll get the surveillance footage for you right away.”
While the surveillance footage was being retrieved, Fu Jingchuan was still trying to sweet-talk Jiang Yuan into not being angry.
“If you mind me being with her, I’ll break up with her right now.”
“How can we just cut off an arranged marriage between two families like that?”
“Are you giving up on the project?”
Fu Jingchuan had now calmed down and realized what he had done was indeed wrong.
He hurriedly tried to placate her. If the marriage alliance between the two families fell through, his father would definitely scold him.
Beside them, Liang Jingjing, hearing his words, widened her eyes in disbelief.
“Brother Fu, we’ve been together for three years. You said you loved me the most, and I don’t mind being your secret lover. I don’t want to break up with you.”
Liang Jingjing’s words directly shocked everyone present.
One man, harming two women.
One became the other woman unknowingly, the other willingly became the other woman for love.
Hearing the words “three years,” Jiang Yuan let out a cold laugh. “You really are…”
“Disgusting enough.”
The people around began whispering.
“Wow, is this guy some kind of toxic weed, harming two women at the same time?”
“Incredible. He already has a girlfriend, yet he still wants an arranged marriage.”
“Even if this kind of man gets married, he’ll still find someone else later. That inferior gene in his bones can’t be changed.”
“Is that woman sick? Even in this situation, she’s still willing to be the man’s hidden lover. How much must she love him?”
The disdainful looks and mocking remarks from the people around were something the proud and arrogant Fu Jingchuan couldn’t accept.
Song Jinhe added the manager on WeChat and asked him to send the video to her. After seeing the video, she smiled and said, “Thank you, manager.”
When she returned to Jiang Yuan’s side, she saw Fu Jingchuan throwing a tantrum.
“What’s going on?” Song Jinhe looked at the scene, puzzled. “He doesn’t have epilepsy, does he?”
Jiang Yuan looked at the man in front of her, who was shouting angrily at the people around him, and sighed in extreme annoyance. “What a piece of work. Truly disgusting.”
“Did you get the video?” Jiang Yuan asked after venting.
“Don’t worry, everything’s taken care of.” Song Jinhe gave her an OK gesture.
Jiang Yuan nodded. “Then let’s go.”
Hearing they were leaving, Song Jinhe immediately shook her head. “No way, the food I ordered hasn’t been eaten yet.”
“It’s just a meal worth a few hundred yuan, and you’re still thinking about it?” Jiang Yuan was speechless.
Hearing this, Song Jinhe immediately retorted, “Aren’t a few hundred yuan still money?”
“Xi Leyao works so hard to earn a few hundred yuan now. I can’t waste it.”
In the end, Jiang Yuan sat down opposite her, sighed as she looked at the food Song Jinhe had ordered, and felt all her hatred and resentment vanish at the sight of her former rival living like this.
“Didn’t I give you money? Why are you making yourself so miserable?” Jiang Yuan asked, holding chopsticks and looking at her.
The money-obsessed Song Jinhe chuckled. “For me, money only comes in, never goes out.”
“The money for today’s meal was actually given by Xi Leyao.”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuan curiously asked, “How much did he give?”
“Two thousand,” Song Jinhe held up two fingers, laughing so hard she nearly shook. “Even though he’s bankrupt, he still gave me two thousand to use.”
Jiang Yuan: …
Anyone who didn’t know better would think it was twenty million.