Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 399: Slap in the Face

Chapter 399: Chapter 399: Slap in the Face

Yun Yue stood aside, seeing him standing next to Mo Lingwei, his brows tinged with a trace of stark coldness. What was he really here for?!

Had she come with him to find Mo Fan, only to see his first love in distress, unable to walk?

"Why is she here too?" Xie Fangkai saw Yun Yue, his eyes involuntarily scanning the surroundings, but he didn’t spot Xiao Chen and couldn’t help being curious.

What were she and Feng Ye doing here at Tianxi so late?

Gu Cong saw Yun Yue, his eyes flickering slightly as he looked down, lost in thought.

Bao Tangtang glared at Feng Ye with hostility. It was this man who had rejected marriage, foolishly choosing Mo Lingwei instead.

She held Mo Fan’s hand and murmured softly, "Mo Fan, should we just leave? This dumb bitch’s dog is here; we needn’t stoop to its level."

Mo Fan snickered, "Hmm, your description is quite apt."

Her gaze airy, she looked at Feng Ye. There wasn’t much expression in her eyes, which made Bao Tangtang breathe a sigh of relief.

As long as she wasn’t heartbroken.

Just as she had said, the men she could have were countless; she didn’t lack this blind lapdog.

"Mr. Feng, look who this is. You might not remember her, but this is Mo Fan, the one you rejected and who was then thrown out by the Mo Family," Mu Yike reintroduced Mo Fan to everyone.

She looked proudly at Mo Fan, eager to see her embarrassed expression, but found her utterly indifferent, her lips even curled into a faint, mocking smile.

Mu Yike couldn’t help but snort derisively. Some people really had thick skins; even being spoken to like that, she showed no reaction at all.

After hearing this, Feng Ye smirked carelessly, a mix of a smile and scoff as he looked at Mu Yike, "What did you say?"

Mo Lingwei pulled at Mu Yike, her eyes almost twitching; she hadn’t noticed her own expression and truly wanted to leave Mu Yike behind and walk away, but she couldn’t.

She felt paralyzed under Feng Ye’s gaze, a hint of guilt emerging in her eyes, the faint mockery on his lips deeply wounding her sight.

Mu Yike, intending to humiliate Mo Fan further, raised her voice, "She is the one you rejected—ah!"

"Slap!"

The previously deafening music in the bar had stopped because of the previous interruption, making this crisp slap extraordinarily loud.

Mu Yike fell to the ground from Feng Ye’s slap, her hands pressing down on broken glass, fresh blood seeping out.

At this moment, she felt no pain, her mind blank, unable to understand why Feng Ye had hit her.

Mo Lingwei was frightened by his actions, her whole body shivering.

Despite Feng Ye’s usual carefree demeanor and approachability, he was fundamentally fierce and ruthless; his anger was truly frightening.

He, who never hit women, had now, because of a few words from Mu Yike about Mo Fan, ended up splitting her lip.

He had truly changed.

His relentless clinging to her all stemmed from that incident at the pool when they were children.

Once he knew it wasn’t him but Mo Fan who had saved him, he showed no mercy or familiarity in his eyes, looking at her with a gaze both terrifying and alien.

The scene fell into an eerie silence, even quieter than when Chen Yong had been dragged out. Everyone exchanged glances, watching the inexplicably enraged Feng Ye.

In Beijing, there really weren’t many who dared to anger Feng Ye. At this moment, each person was thankful they hadn’t rashly approached to curry favor, lest they end up like Mu Yike.

But why was he angry?

Mo Lingwei felt the chillingly cold glare from Feng Ye and couldn’t help but take two steps back.

At the scene, it was suddenly unclear what their relationship actually was.

Yun Yue raised an eyebrow, standing aside and watching the drama unfold.

"Can’t figure it out, huh? It’s a dog-eat-dog situation?" Bao Tangtang widened her eyes. Mu Yike being hit felt unbelievably satisfying, but had Feng Ye taken the wrong medication? Why hit her?!

Wasn’t he supposed to like Mo Lingwei?

Feng Ye couldn’t help but cough, taking off his suit jacket and draping it over Mo Fan.

"?!"

The crowd was shocked by his action, finding it unbelievable.

What’s this?

A complete reversal?!

He wasn’t here to vent anger for Lingwei, but instead, he hit Mu Yike who had spoken ill of Mo Fan.

Mu Yike was Lingwei’s friend. For a moment, everyone’s gaze shifted back and forth between the three of them.

Lingwei felt as if she wanted to find a crack in the ground and hide as dozens, if not hundreds, of eyes were on her.

Ruined.

Truly, everything was ruined.

She had been desperately sending messages to Feng Ye these past days, trying to explain, but he didn’t respond to a single one and had even blocked all contact with her.

His affection was real, but his ruthlessness was just as real.

Could it be that all the years he had followed her couldn’t compare to Mo Fan saving his life once?!

Feng Ye didn’t avoid the onlooking eyes, his lips slightly bitter, his voice husky, and more serious than ever before, "Talk?"

Mo Fan, his eyes blurry from drunkenness, gazed hazily at the face swaying before him, his lips slightly curved, "Sure."

It would save him from being bombarded with messages every day; he would block him if he sent any more.

Feng Ye breathed a sigh of relief. There was still a chance for reconciliation, at least she was willing to communicate with him.

Bao Tangtang was dumbfounded, watching their intimate gestures and trying to figure out what was happening.

The two of them went to a private room under the gaze of dozens, if not hundreds, of onlookers.

As the crowd gradually dispersed, Lingwei felt as if all the strength in her body was being drained, her body swayed weakly, and Ji Peizhong supported her, "Lady Mo, are you alright?"

"Thank you, I’m fine." Lingwei’s face was pale, devoid of any color, shaking her head.

She crouched down to help Mu Yike up, lowering her eyes to hide the gloom underneath, "I’ll take you to the hospital."

Mu Yike cautiously glanced at her face, scared out of her wits.

Ji Peizhong looked at the two of them, "I’m free anyway, I’ll take you lovely ladies to the hospital."

Bao Tangtang looked on triumphantly, "That slap really wasn’t light, if you had kept your mouth in check, you wouldn’t have earned it for nothing."

That slap was truly satisfying.

Mu Yike gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring venomously, "Don’t be smug, Mo Fan has long been a tramp, Mr. Feng would never fancy her!"

"Slap!"

The atmosphere turned tense, Mu Yike covered the other side of her face, tears streaming down as her entire face reddened and swelled.

"Ah ah ah!" She screamed like a pig, pointing at Yun Yue and shouting like a shrew, "What the hell gives you the right to hit me, who do you think you are?!"

It was one thing for Feng Ye to hit her, but why did Yun Yue have any right?!

This woman was neither a socialite nor had any significant background; why did she have the right to hit her?!

Yun Yue flexed her wrist, casually glancing at her, "Because my fist is hard."

Her gaze fell on her mouth, her smile mocking, "If your mouth isn’t clean, consider donating it."

For some reason, feeling her gaze, Mu Yike’s blood ran cold, trembling and not daring to meet her eyes, visibly frightened by her.

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