The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Hide Multiple Identities
Chapter 80: The Last Time

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: The Last Time

"Young Madam, be careful!"

Nanny Wang shouted loudly.

In the blink of an eye, Nan Yu’s left hand grabbed Meng Yi’s hand and, with a flip, twisted it until the bones cracked.

Snap.

The sharp dagger fell to the ground, emitting a crisp sound.

"Ah!"

Meng Yi screamed piercingly.

Meanwhile, Qi Ming, leading a middle-aged man in his fifties, quickly walked in from outside.

Upon seeing this scene, the middle-aged man immediately burst out in anger.

"Meng Yi, did I teach you to do such foolish things for that married man?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Meng Yi struggled to turn her head and saw the fierce man at the door.

Her face turned pale, and she trembled uncontrollably, forgetting even the pain, "Dad, I..."

Upon seeing this, Nan Yu released her hold on her.

Just as she was about to speak, the middle-aged man stormed up to Meng Yi in two strides, unable to contain his rage.

Snap!

The next second, the clear sound of a slap rang out.

Meng Yi’s face instantly swelled from the slap.

She then looked up at her father with tears streaming down her face.

"Dad, Luo Ji had already promised to divorce that dead woman and marry me, but now, because of Nan Yu, Luo Ji is dead, your future son-in-law is dead. Is it wrong for me to seek revenge?"

She, trembling, pointed at Nan Yu, raising her voice defiantly, "Dad, why don’t you hit her to avenge Luo Ji? Why are you hitting me instead?"

Meng Fu was so angry that he slapped her again.

"Meng Yi, I thought you were just playing around with Luo Ji, yet you took it seriously. Even a dog wouldn’t touch that scum, and yet you tried to harm Young Madam Huo for him. You’re insane!"

He glanced at Nan Yu standing aside, then grabbed Meng Yi by the neck and pushed her in front of Nan Yu.

"Apologize to Young Madam Huo right now!"

The burning pain on Meng Yi’s face was humiliating, a look of hatred etched across her features while tears rolled in her eyes.

Looking up at the towering Nan Yu, her eyes red, teeth fiercely clenched, she was like a vengeful spirit from Hell, harboring endless curses.

"Even if you beat me to death, I won’t apologize to this murderer!"

She cried out exhaustively.

Meng Fu’s vision darkened, and he quickly covered her mouth to stop her from speaking.

He then lowered his head towards Nan Yu, his voice filled with regret.

"Young Madam, I’m sorry, I failed to discipline my daughter properly, raising her to be this way, leading her to cause trouble in front of you today."

"I’ve heard about Luo Ji’s incident, and I believe that you certainly didn’t do it. Today, I apologize on behalf of Meng Yi. Consider her young age and impulsive love, please forgive her reckless behavior today."

Nan Yu observed Meng Fu, who unlike the rumored nouveau riche, had no trace of vulgarity, speaking with a sense of decency.

"Mr. Meng, since you put it that way, and considering I’m alright, let’s not dwell on this matter."

Meng Fu breathed a sigh of relief.

"However," Nan Yu spoke again.

Meng Fu’s heart instantly leapt to his throat as he anxiously looked at Nan Yu.

Nan Yu lowered her eyelids, her gaze indifferent as she looked at Meng Yi, "This time, I can barely forgive her, but if there is a next time, it won’t be so simple."

Meng Fu looked up to meet Nan Yu’s stern expression, feeling an immense pressure looming over him, and a trace of fear emerged within him.

For all his years dominating the business scene, it was the first time he felt this way towards someone in their twenties.

He quickly pressed down on Meng Yi’s head, tightly covering her mouth, and wore a pleading smile towards Nan Yu.

"Young Madam, I assure you, this was the last time, it will absolutely not happen again!"