Wen Rou pushed her wheelchair forward and grabbed Su Yan’s hand.
“Brother Su Yan, don’t be angry. Moon sister she…”
She didn’t finish her sentence.
That was always Wen Rou’s style—leaving things half-said. A tactic she used repeatedly.
After all, she hadn’t actually said anything wrong.
How others interpreted it was not her concern.
As expected, Su Yan’s attention was drawn. He lowered his gaze toward her, his dark expression softening into pity.
Wen Rou had once been a talented ballet dancer, but now she was confined to a wheelchair because of her injured legs—all because of Wen Xiamoon.
Wen Xiamoon was a vicious woman. No matter how beautiful she looked, she was still cruel and poisonous.
He gently patted Wen Rou’s hand.
“Rou Rou, don’t worry. I won’t let you suffer in vain.”
Wen Rou looked up, tears trembling in her eyes but refusing to fall.
Su Yan’s anger burned hotter. He strode toward Wen Xiamoon.
“Wen Xiamoon!!!”
“You still dare to bully Wen Rou!!!”
He marched forward and raised his hand high, aiming a slap at her face.
Wen Xiamoon’s pupils contracted. She instinctively stepped back, but Su Yan was too fast—she couldn’t dodge.
“Smack!!!”
A sharp slap echoed across the deck.
Her face was forced to the side as burning pain spread instantly.
Ning Yao screamed, “Moon!!!”
She rushed forward to push Su Yan away, but was blocked by Zhou Keke and several others.
“What are you doing? Let go of me!”
Wen Xiamoon covered her face and slowly turned back.
She didn’t cry. She didn’t shout.
Her eyes were cold—like she wanted to kill Su Yan.
Su Yan froze under that gaze.
“This is just a small lesson. Get lost,” he said.
Behind him, Wen Rou softly added, “Brother Su Yan, how could you hit Moon sister…”
Wen Xiamoon slowly lowered her hand, a clear red mark on her face.
She curled her lips into a smile.
“You all say I bullied Wen Rou and caused her to break her legs—but who saw it? Where’s the proof?”
“Su Yan, did you see it?”
Su Yan frowned.
Wen Xiamoon turned to Zhou Keke.
“Zhou Keke, did you see it?”
Zhou Keke was speechless.
She looked at the others again.
“Did any of you see it? Any evidence? Without proof, why are you accusing me?”
She pushed Su Yan aside and walked straight to Wen Rou.
“You. Speak. Was it me?”
Wen Rou flinched, tears falling instantly.
Zhou Keke shouted, “Wen Xiamoon! You vicious woman, don’t bully Wen Rou!”
“You all insist I bullied her—but you have no proof, yet you still dare to bark at me?”
Wen Xiamoon’s eyes turned cold.
“Then let me show you what a ‘vicious woman’ really looks like.”
She grabbed Wen Rou’s wheelchair and pushed it straight toward the edge of the deck.
Wen Rou screamed in terror.
“What… what are you doing?!”
Su Yan’s expression changed drastically.
“Wen Xiamoon! Have you lost your mind?!”
But Wen Xiamoon didn’t even blink.
She pushed Wen Rou—and the wheelchair—straight over the edge.
Splash!!!
Water exploded upward.
Su Yan froze in shock.
Zhou Keke screamed, “Murder!!! She killed someone!!!”
Ning Yao was also stunned, standing motionless.
Wen Xiamoon stood at the edge of the deck, looking down.
Wen Rou struggled desperately in the water, choking as she shouted:
“Help… help… I can’t swim…”
“Didn’t you all say I was vicious and wanted to prove it to everyone?”
“Now that I’m vicious… what can you do about it?”
She smiled brightly, her red dress fluttering in the wind.
Su Yan rushed over in fury, raising his hand again to hit her.
But this time Wen Xiamoon was prepared—she dodged easily and shoved him back.
“Then go keep her company!”
Splash!!!
Su Yan fell into the sea as well.
Another loud crash of water.
Wen Xiamoon clapped her hands and turned to the crowd.
“Aren’t you all good people? Why aren’t you saving them?”
Her tone was full of sarcasm.
Only then did everyone react and rush to rescue them.
Soon after, Wen Rou and Su Yan were pulled out of the water.
Wen Rou’s makeup was ruined, her wet dress clinging tightly to her body, barely covering her. Only Zhou Keke quickly covered her with a jacket to prevent further exposure.
Su Yan was no better.
Both of them lay on the deck, utterly miserable—like drowned stray dogs.
A once-romantic confession event had turned into a complete disaster.
And the instigator, Wen Xiamoon, had already escaped with Ning Yao.
They got into a taxi together.
Ning Yao suddenly burst into laughter.
“Hahaha! That was hilarious! Did you see them?!”
“Wen Rou looked absolutely ridiculous! Her dress was soaked—basically see-through!”
Wen Xiamoon laughed too, touching her cheek. “I saw it.”
Ning Yao’s laughter slowly faded when she noticed Wen Xiamoon’s face.
“Moon… your face is swollen.”
She said angrily, “That bastard Su Yan actually hit you! How dare he?”
Wen Xiamoon replied, “Didn’t I push him into the water? We’re even now.”
“How can that be even?” Ning Yao said. “He hit you first!”
“Then should I go hit him again?”
“Yes.”
“……”
Ning Yao gently held Wen Xiamoon’s face. “Does it hurt? No, we’re going to the hospital.”
She immediately told the driver to change direction.
Wen Xiamoon had no choice but to agree.
This was her second hospital visit after transmigrating.
When Qi Lanzhou received the news, he was about to go on a business trip.
The moment he heard Wen Xiamoon had been hit, he immediately canceled everything and ordered Chen Yang to rearrange the schedule.
Then he drove back at full speed.
When he personally saw Wen Xiamoon’s swollen face, for the first time in his life…
Qi Lanzhou felt a murderous intent.
That night.
Su Family Mansion.
The Su family head sat to the side, while the main seat was occupied by Qi Lanzhou.
Even though the Su family was a top-tier wealthy family, they were still inferior in front of the century-old Qi family.
Qi Lanzhou sat there, his aura cold and oppressive, his gaze like ice.
The Su family head smiled nervously.
“President Qi, what brings you here so late?”
Qi Lanzhou lifted his teacup slightly, but did not drink.
“Where is Su Yan?”
The Su family head’s eyes flickered.
“Yan… did he do something inappropriate outside?”
Qi Lanzhou looked at him coldly.
“And you… didn’t know?”