My Perfect Female CEO
Chapter 254 - 251: Pitiful people must have pathetic aspects

Chapter 254: Chapter 251: Pitiful people must have pathetic aspects

"What’s going on?" Everyone present looked at He Yulian with inquiring eyes. Although they didn’t know what had happened, anyone could tell there was something wrong with the wine.

"Oh, sorry, the wine spilled." He Yulian calmly found a lame excuse for her intentional act.

This excuse might only be able to comfort herself; it seemed clever but was full of loopholes—no one would believe it.

"Yu Lian, you’re really something. I never thought you’d harbor such sinister intentions towards me," Ye Juanjuan glared angrily.

She didn’t know what He Yulian had done, but it definitely wasn’t anything good.

"Juanjuan, listen to me, I really didn’t mean to spill the wine. Do you still not trust me? You know who I am, if no one else does." He Yulian pleaded pitifully.

"Bang!" A slapping sound echoed as a hand hit a cheek.

He Yulian staggered, almost thrown off by the slap.

Ye Fan had acted, slapping He Yulian’s face without any hesitation.

"You hit me," He Yulian held her swollen and aching cheek, tears streaming down, giving Ye Fan a wronged look, then turned hopefully to Ye Juanjuan, "Juanjuan, he hit me."

"Good hit," Ye Juanjuan spat.

None of the others had expected Ye Fan to hit someone, especially so hard, and their expressions turned somber.

Zhao Minghui, feeling a deep resentment, looked at Ye Fan with increasing hostility—his plan was ruined and He Yulian was hit, so Ye Fan had become the object of his wrath.

"You are Juanjuan’s friends; that’s why I’m being courteous to you. Even if you go too far, I won’t mind," Ye Fan looked at the group with piercing eyes, "But how dare you plot against Juanjuan and try to harm her? You must have the audacity of a bear and a leopard. I still regard you highly despite not stooping to your level, but you don’t even appreciate that."

Then Ye Fan turned his gaze to He Yulian, "Slapping you was light. If you weren’t Juanjuan’s friend, I’d have killed you long ago, you vile person driven by sordid thoughts. You should measure your own abilities; what are you even worth?"

Ye Fan was truly enraged. He knew what was in that glass of wine—it was nothing short of suicidal to plot against Juanjuan.

The crowd listened to Ye Fan’s words, each feeling a shiver of fear, especially because of Ye Fan’s menacing gaze.

"Yu Lian, we were like sisters throughout college for four years. It’s been only two years since graduation, and you’ve turned into this, plotting against me in every possible way. What good does it do for you?" Ye Juanjuan reprimanded, utterly disappointed, "I’m finished with you. I was blind before. What was the class reunion for? It was all aimed at me. You, indeed, are something."

"Ye Juanjuan, don’t pretend to be morally superior. What right do you have to judge me? Aren’t you just with some lousy man now? A classic ***** case, yet trying to act all virtuous."

He Yulian’s anger boiled, careless of consequences, saying whatever came to mind. Back in college, she was kept by wealthy men, and among her friends, only Ye Juanjuan treated her well and advised her to maintain her self-respect and not let vanity ruin her. But she never listened; when she was sick and had no one to care for her, Ye Juanjuan was there for her. Though outwardly grateful to Ye Juanjuan, deep down, she saw it as charity, and assumed Ye Juanjuan despised her, harboring resentment against Ye Juanjuan.

After graduation, He Yulian faced career struggles. Used to living like a wealthy heiress, she was unwilling to work hard to support herself, thus teamed up with Zhao Minghui in symbiosis; Zhao Minghui supported her, so naturally, she had to work for him.

During school, He Yulian had no regard for Zhao Minghui, but when he inherited his family’s company and turned into a multimillionaire, she naturally aimed to please him. Zhao Minghui had long been infatuated with the class’s beauty, and their encounter naturally made them a pair of despicable lovers.

Zhao Minghui was eager to expand his company and needed Ye Juanjuan’s contributions, hence his intense efforts to organize this reunion.

Nobody present knew about the ambiguous relationship between He Yulian and Zhao Minghui.

To prevent Ye Juanjuan from being suspicious and attend, He Yulian invited many classmates.

Zhao Minghui originally intended to openly pursue Ye Juanjuan, but of course, had shady methods prepared.

He Yulian already held grudge against Ye Juanjuan, thus immediately agreeing with Zhao Minghui’s plan, wishing to see Ye Juanjuan disgraced, hence this act—everything targeted solely at Ye Juanjuan.

Unexpectedly, Ye Juanjuan brought Ye Fan along, disrupting the perfect plan significantly.

"I have nothing more to say to someone like you. From now on, I don’t know you, and I’ll consider you never were my friend." Ye Juanjuan, extremely disappointed, cut ties with He Yulian.

"Who cares," He Yulian scoffed, then looked at Ye Fan and cursed, "You bastard raised without teaching, hitting me—you have no right to hit me! This isn’t over."

"Insults toward me are fine, but leave my parents out; that’s the bottom line." Ye Fan’s face turned extremely dark, "If someone else insulted me, I’d surely kill them brutally. Violating my bottom line means death. As for ignorant women like you, killing you would just dirty my hands. Thus, I give you a punishment; if you persist, I don’t mind crushing you like an ant."

With that, Ye Fan lifted his foot and kicked, sending He Yulian flying.

"Crack, crack!" The sound of breaking ribs echoed crisply.

"Bang, bang!" He Yulian spat blood, her eyes wide with terror, crashing to the ground.

Her wretched cries of pain erupted; she was left with no strength to curse, rolling and shrieking on the ground.

Ye Fan was truly angry; if it were anyone else, regardless of their identity or background, he wouldn’t have shown mercy—killing would be inevitable. But for the pitiful and pathetic woman that was He Yulian, he disdained lowering himself to killing her.

Insulting his parents was the one bottom line he wouldn’t let anyone cross.

Ye Juanjuan also glared, wishing she could kick He Yulian a few more times.

"What the—?" The crowd looked at Ye Fan, then at Ye Fan’s foot, each witnessing an eerie scene, terrified.

"Let’s go," Ye Juanjuan grabbed Ye Fan’s arm to leave.

Just then, the lounge door opened, and a bunch of people rushed in. Upon seeing them, Zhao Minghui’s eyes instantly filled with murderous intent.

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