Lin Yue stood there, completely stunned.
She stared blankly at Zhou Heng writhing on the floor, then looked up at the calm, composed Liu Yutong standing before her, her mind an utter blank.
This girl she’d dismissed as a country bumpkin with no background and no class—she’d actually laid out Zhou Heng?
That was Zhou Heng!
The youngest and most doted-upon son of the Zhou clan in the imperial capital!
In the circles of Beijing’s elite, the people bold enough to lay a finger on a Zhou family member could be counted on one hand!
And now, this young master of the Zhou family was lying on the ground like a beaten dog.
“Are you… are you insane?!”
Lin Yue’s voice was trembling. “Do you even know who you just hit? Zhou Heng! A Zhou family man!”
“You’re… you’re finished, Liu Yutong! Doomed! The Zhou family will hunt you down…”
Before she could finish, her words died in her throat.
Because Liu Yutong was walking toward her.
“You… what are you doing?” Lin Yue shouted, panicked, instinctively backing up a few steps.
Liu Yutong: “Lin Yue, you know what? From the moment you set foot in the Lin family home, you’ve been asking for it.”
“First, you put your sister and me in the servants’ quarters, and I didn’t say a word.”
“Then you made snide remarks over dinner, and I still kept my mouth shut.”
“Then you lured me to this seedy dive, and I still said nothing.”
“You know why?”
Liu Yutong reached out and patted Lin Yue’s cheeks gently twice. “Because I wanted to see just how far you could go with your stupidity.”
“Now I get it. You’re a fool—hopelessly stupid.”
“Do you even know what you’ve done tonight?”
“You handed a police officer over to two drug-dealing, porn-actor losers to take to their party—that’s pandering and harboring drug users right there. Plus the rest of the charges stacking up, and you’ll be rotting in jail for a long, long time.”
“And you tried to sell me off to this so-called Young Master Zhou. But didn’t it occur to you, before you sold me, to check exactly who you’re trying to sell?!”
“Tsk, Lin Yue, your stupidity makes me embarrassed for you.”
Lin Yue: “I… I…”
“I what? Cat got your tongue?”
Liu Yutong: “Since you’re a member of the Lin family, I’ll go easy on you this once. Now, you’re going to slap yourself across the face until I say stop.”
Lin Yue froze, rigid.
She was the acknowledged Miss Lin, always cherished and pampered. How had she ever been humiliated like this?
“What’s wrong? Can’t do it?” Liu Yutong’s gaze grew icy when she saw no movement.
The invisible pressure crushed Lin Yue instantly.
“I’ll do it! I’ll do it!”
Lin Yue flinched, and immediately raised a trembling hand to slap her own cheek.
Slap!
The crisp sound of a slap filled the room, and a vivid red handprint bloomed on Lin Yue’s face, stinging with fire.
But she dared not stop or slacken. She kept raising her hand, smacking her pampered face again and again.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Liu Yutong stood to the side, expressionless, watching Lin Yue beat her own face without an ounce of pity in her eyes.
She had never been soft-hearted.
I don’t start trouble, but when trouble comes to me, my payback is a hundred times worse. Lin Yue and Zhou Heng had dared to cross her, and now they’d reap the consequences.
It felt like an eternity before Lin Yue’s cheeks were swollen like steamed buns, her hands numb, barely able to lift them anymore.
She sobbed, pleading, “Miss Liu… I… I can’t take it anymore… Please, tell me to stop…”
Liu Yutong saw it was enough and was about to speak…
Suddenly, the door to the private room was slammed open from outside.
“What’s going on?”
Several figures rushed in.
Leading them was the middle-aged man who’d first received Lin Yue earlier—the manager of the Cloud Dew Club, Han Yi.
Behind him came a few security guards, brandishing rubber batons.
Han Yi stepped in, took in the scene, and his face changed in an instant.
The room was a wreck. A man lay on the floor, curled up, his face bloody and unrecognizable.
He took a closer look and his heart dropped.
Zhou Heng!
The young master of the Zhou family!
On the other side stood a young woman, her hand cupping her swollen face, smeared mascara making her look a mess—Lin Yue.
Han Yi’s mind exploded.
On the Cloud Dew’s turf, the Zhou family’s young master and Lin’s heiress had been roughed up?
If word got out, Cloud Dew’s reputation would be destroyed!
“What happened here?”
Han Yi turned to Liu Yutong in disbelief.
The entire room, only she was untouched—even unnervingly composed.
“Was it you who did this?”
Frankly, even he didn’t fully believe it.
Only the three of them were in the room—nobody else. But imagining that a delicate-looking girl like her could beat a grown man like Zhou Heng bloody was hard to swallow.
Liu Yutong admitted calmly: “It was me. What about it?”
Han Yi stared at her defiance, rumors churning in his mind.
Could this girl also have overwhelming connections?
Despite her plain clothes, her unruffled presence wasn’t an act amateurs could fake.
He didn’t act recklessly. First he went to Zhou Heng, crouching down to check his injuries.
When he caught sight of the damage, he drew a sharp breath.
Zhou Heng’s once-passable face was a wreck. A gash cut across his forehead from a broken bottle, blood caking half his face. His lips were mangled, swollen like sausages.
“Young Master Zhou, how are you feeling?”
Zhou Heng struggled to sit up. “Call me an ambulance.”
Han Yi nodded quickly. “I’ll call one now.”
Zhou Heng wiped blood from his face, still shooting venomous looks at Liu Yutong.
“Manager Han, seize that bitch! I want her dead!”
Han Yi hesitated but waved to his security guards.
The men surrounded Liu Yutong.
“Miss, since you indulged in violence at my Cloud Dew, you’ll have to give an explanation.”
Liu Yutong regarded him: “An explanation? What kind?”
Han Yi took a deep breath, trying to keep his tone calm.
Business was business; peace and money were better than trouble.
“According to Club rules, you’ve injured someone here. We can call the police to handle this. Young Master Zhou and this young lady’s wounds amount to aggravated assault.”
“Young Master Zhou, young lady, should I call the police for you?”
At the mention of police, Zhou Heng’s expression stiffened.
His two fox friends were off with the policewoman, about to join that party. If cops came nosing around, traced it all back, those two would be caught red-handed, and they’d pin it on him. Zhou Heng couldn’t escape blame.
And on top of that, he had been planning to get that girl surnamed Liu tonight, but instead of succeeding, he had gotten his head bashed in. If news of this humiliation got out, where would he, Young Master Zhou, hang his face? Where would the Zhou family’s face be?
“Call the police? No, don’t call the police!”
“We’ll handle this ourselves! No need for the cops to get involved!”
Han Yi was taken aback.
Zhou Heng didn’t want to call the police?
That was unusual.
But he could roughly understand why.
Since the guest himself was unwilling to involve the authorities, Han Yi figured he’d better not say anything else—after all, even he couldn’t afford to offend the Zhou family.
“Then, Young Master Zhou, what’s your intention…”
Zhou Heng fixed his gaze on Liu Yutong, his expression twisted and vicious.
“You little slut, you said you’re pretty tough, didn’t you?”
“Fine, I’ll let you know today that in this city of the capital, being tough means shit!”
“You hit me today, and this debt—we’re going to settle it properly!”
“Pretty soon, I’ll have you on your knees begging for mercy! You’ll learn exactly what it means to cross me, Zhou Heng! I’ll make you experience what it’s like to be worse than dead! Tonight, I’ll use you up, wreck you, and then sell you off to Southeast Asia…”
He didn’t get to finish.
Bang!
A foot slammed violently into his chest.
The whole person of Zhou Heng flew backward, crashing heavily into a load-bearing wall with a dull thud.
“Ahhh!!!”
This scream was several times more miserable than the ones before.
Zhou Heng clutched his chest, barely able to breathe, feeling like at least three of his ribs were broken.
Liu Yutong lowered her long leg and said expressionlessly, “Your mouth is so dirty—better keep it shut.”
