"Yinyin!"
Wen Yue quickly walked over to the injured Ye Yinyin. With red-rimmed eyes, she looked at Wen Yan. "Sister, how could you kick someone? Yinyin is our cousin!"
Ye Yinyin was the daughter of Mother Wen's younger brother.
After Wen Yan was recognized and brought back to the Wen family, Ye Yinyin had often acted as Wen Yue's mouthpiece, saying all sorts of humiliating and nasty things to her.
Wen Yan was never one to swallow insults quietly.
The other young socialites wanted to say something, but remembering how Wen Yan had just lightly lifted her leg and kicked someone several meters away, they shrank back in fear.
Most crucially, Wen Yan's expression hadn't changed at all from start to finish.
A faint smile lingered at the corner of her lips, and she looked perfectly amiable, yet her actions sent chills down their spines.
Seeing everyone looking at her with terror, Wen Yan shrugged. "How is she so fragile? I only used one-tenth of my strength."
Damn!
Are you a demon?
Using just one-tenth of your strength, you kicked someone several meters away.
If you used your full strength, wouldn't you kick someone to death on the spot!
Ye Yinyin was in too much pain to speak; she felt like tearing Wen Yan to pieces. "Yueyue, it hurts so much."
Wen Yue immediately called for an ambulance.
After hanging up, she looked at Wen Yan. "Sister, I can't cover for you this time either. You kicked Yinyin like this; you can just wait to go to jail!"
Wen Yan blinked her beautiful eyes. "Didn't she insult me first? Oh, so you're allowed to curse at me, spread vile rumors about me, but I'm not allowed to fight back?"
Wen Yue hadn't expected Wen Yan to become so sharp-tongued all of a sudden. She took a deep breath and asked the cashier and the other socialites through tear-blurred eyes, "Did any of you hear Yinyin insult her?"
The cashier and the young ladies all shook their heads.
But, afraid Wen Yan might lash out, they all kept their distance from her!
Wen Yue looked at Wen Yan with a challenging glint in her eyes. "Sister, no one heard Yinyin insult you, yet you kicked and injured her for no reason. Your heart is truly malicious!"
—Apart from this face of hers, Wen Yan is inferior to Yueyue in every way. Though if she were to sell herself, those old men would probably still like her!
Wen Yan took out her phone and tapped the recording.
She smiled enchantingly and coquettishly. "Sorry about that, I recorded it."
The faces of Wen Yue and Ye Yinyin instantly turned a mix of green and purple.
"What's going on?" A deep, cold voice came from the entrance.
Wen Yan turned and saw a young man in a black overcoat walking in.
The man's expression was cold, his gaze indifferent. When his eyes fell on Wen Yan, they held a flash of disgust and aversion.
Wen Shiyu, the eldest brother of the Wen family.
"Big Brother, sister kicked and injured Yinyin!" Seeing Wen Shiyu, Wen Yue's tears fell as if they cost nothing.
Whenever Wen Yue cried, Wen Shiyu's heart ached unbearably.
"Don't cry, Yueyue." He took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears from Wen Yue's face.
Wen Yue threw herself into Wen Shiyu's arms, her body trembling. "Sister tried to dine and dash. I kindly offered her my card to pay, but Yinyin couldn't stand it and said something to her, so she kicked Yinyin."
Seeing Ye Yinyin spitting blood, Wen Shiyu's face instantly turned frosty as he glared at Wen Yan. "Apologize!"
Wen Yan couldn't help but roll her eyes. "What do you think you are?"
Want her to apologize? Maybe in the next life!
Wen Shiyu walked up to Wen Yan with a cold expression, raised his hand, and swung directly at her face.
But the next second, his wrist was firmly caught by a slender, pale hand.
Wen Shiyu was startled.
Once caught by Wen Yan, he felt as if bound by iron chains; he couldn't muster any strength.
Crack.
The bones in Wen Shiyu's wrist were directly twisted.
On Wen Shiyu's handsome yet cold face, his features contorted slightly.
He gasped in pain.
"Wen Yan, you—"
Wen Yan leisurely took out a string of cinnabar prayer beads from her bag and put them on her own slender, pale wrist.
She gently rubbed the beads with her fingers.
It seemed only this could curb the bloodthirsty, dark impulse within her, the urge to go on a killing spree.
She raised her long eyelashes, looking directly into Wen Shiyu's eyes. A hint of bloodlust and ferocity surged deep within her pupils. "Big Brother, don't provoke me again. When I lose my temper, you won't be able to handle it."
Her voice was light and calm, but Wen Shiyu detected a trace of murderous intent.
When had Wen Yan become like this?
In his memory, Wen Yan used to be like a mouse seeing a cat whenever she saw him.
But now, she carried a faint, elusive aura of killing intent, giving off the feeling of a fearless, unhinged madwoman.
Wen Shiyu glanced at the red prayer beads on her wrist.
This glance made his heart skip a beat even more.
The beads seemed soaked in blood, carrying a terrifying killing intent that made one's scalp tingle.
"If you don't provoke me, I won't touch you. I hope you'll know better!" Wen Yan picked up the bank card that had fallen on the ground. With a slight flick of her hand, the card whooshed through the air.
Then a shocking and horrifying scene occurred.
That bank card actually pierced through the floor-to-ceiling window glass of the private dining restaurant.
The glass was thickened and soundproofed; an ordinary person couldn't break it even with a hammer. Yet Wen Yan had managed to embed a bank card into it.
After a few seconds, the glass around the card slowly cracked into a spiderweb pattern.
Everyone's eyes widened in shock, all as if struck mute.
Wen Yan, however, acted as if nothing had happened. She looked at the dumbfounded, pale-faced cashier, a bright, charming smile spreading across her face. "Miss, do you think you could make an exception?"
The cashier was already trembling, her legs shaking, unable to utter a word.
She didn't dare refuse Wen Yan, so she could only message the manager.
The manager hurried down from the private rooms upstairs. Seeing the broken window, he was both shocked and angry. "Who broke the glass?"
The cashier stammered as she relayed what had just happened to the manager.
The manager hadn't witnessed it himself, so he wasn't afraid of Wen Yan. "Madam, paying for your meal is a matter of course. We never allow credit here! If you continue to act unreasonably, I'll have no choice but to call the police!"
Wen Yan frowned slightly.
It seemed she absolutely had to pay for the meal today.
Wen Yan was feeling troubled.
If she asked Iceberg Si for a loan, she wondered if he would lend it to her?
But she could guess with her toes—he definitely wouldn't.
After all, the degree of his disgust for her was no less than that for garbage in a dumpster.
Forget it, she'd better not invite humiliation.
Just as Wen Yan was fretting over how to get the money for the meal, a middle-aged man in a branded overcoat suddenly approached.
"Dr. Wen, my son is on his last legs. He's convulsing, having heart palpitations, can't sleep, can't eat, can't walk. We took him to the major hospitals in the capital, but the doctors couldn't find anything wrong. You're a famous doctor in Yecheng. Please, could you go see my son?"
Wen Shiyu had studied traditional Chinese medicine with the Wen family patriarch since childhood. His medical skills were exceptional, earning him the title "Little Miracle Doctor" in Yecheng.
"Mr. Huo, I'm powerless against your son's illness as well. You'd better seek help elsewhere!"
Wen Shiyu looked at his wrist, which Wen Yan had twisted. His expression was icy and severe.
Wen Yan was becoming more and more crude and ill-mannered.
Right now, she was injuring her own family. Wait until the day she injures someone from another family; let's see how she handles it then!
Wen Yan watched the middle-aged man, his eyes red with desperation, on the verge of kneeling to beg for Wen Shiyu's help. She checked within her system.
[Wow, so his son is haunted by that kind of thing. No wonder the doctors couldn't figure out the problem!]
