The man who walked in was Lu Zhou, dressed in a tailored suit.
Behind Lu Zhou followed several other men.
All of them were high-level executives of this shopping mall.
One of the men was the mall's owner.
"Boss," the manager said upon seeing the owner, quickly stepping forward to greet him.
The owner looked at the manager with a cold, stern expression. "I've already sold the mall to the Si Group. Mr. Lu is here today to sign the contract with me on behalf of President Si."
"That Crown Card was also given by me to President Si."
Lu Zhou walked up to Wen Yan and greeted her respectfully, "Madam."
Hearing Lu Zhou address Wen Yan as 'Madam,' both the manager and the sales assistant were stunned.
The manager wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Coming to his senses, he immediately slapped his own face. "Mrs. Si, I'm sorry. I failed to recognize your status. I apologize to you."
The sales assistant also changed her previously nasty attitude, bowing repeatedly in apology. "Sorry, sorry, sorry—"
Wen Yan had no interest in making things difficult for these people. The entire conflict had been stirred up by Wen Yue and Wen Yiheng.
She gave a slight tug at the corner of her lips, raising her chin slightly with an indescribable air of nobility and cold pride. "Put these two on the blacklist, and then throw them out like dogs!"
The faces of Wen Yiheng and Wen Yue both changed color.
Neither of them had imagined that the Crown Card in Wen Yan's hand could actually be genuine.
Didn't Si Moyan hate her the most?
Why would he give her a Crown Card?
Wen Yiheng and Wen Yue were driven out in utter disgrace.
Tears of humiliation welled up in Wen Yue's eyes. "Second Brother, Elder Sister has really changed so much."
Wen Yiheng could endure his own grievances, but he absolutely could not bear to see Wen Yue wronged.
Damn Wen Yan, she's simply gone too far!
"Yueyue, you go back first in Beichen's car. Your second brother has some other matters to attend to."
Wen Yue knew Wen Yiheng intended to secretly settle scores with Wen Yan to vent her anger for her. She did not stop him.
She wanted Wen Yan to know that everyone in the Wen family would only ever revolve around her!
But—
What was going on with that short-lived ghost Si Moyan?
Wen Yan had done so many things to disgust him, how could he still give her a Crown Card?
Thinking of Si Moyan's perfectly handsome, cold, and noble face—even more so than Gu Beichen's—Wen Yue felt a tingling itch of anticipation.
When the opportunity arose, she could appear before Si Moyan, make him fall for her, and turn him into her admirer/lapdog.
She was the female lead, and with her rebirth golden finger, no man could resist her charm.
Wen Yue confidently curled her lips into a smile.
Wen Yan, everything you possess, I will take it all from you, one by one.
You are just a cannon-fodder, malicious female supporting character. You can't win against me.
...
After buying her clothes, Wen Yan walked to the underground parking garage, planning to drive her sports car back to the hospital.
She had only taken a few steps out of the elevator when suddenly a roaring engine sound erupted.
A silver-white sports car charged menacingly out from a corner.
Wen Yan's exquisite, finely arched eyebrows furrowed slightly.
So, Wen Yiheng was here to get revenge for Wen Yue.
Just as the sports car was about to hit her, Wen Yan nimbly dodged aside. Immediately after, she took off one of her high heels and hurled it with force at the windshield.
Just as the sports car was about to turn and charge at her again, a high heel suddenly smashed through the car window.
Whoever threw the shoe used tremendous force; the sturdy windshield suddenly made a crashing sound, shattering into pieces all over the place.
Glass shards, along with the heel of the shoe, grazed Wen Yiheng's handsome face, leaving scratches.
Wen Yiheng slammed on the emergency brake.
Originally, he had just wanted to teach Wen Yan a lesson. He never expected her strength to be so great—throwing a single high heel could shatter his sports car's windshield.
A small piece of glass had pierced Wen Yiheng's left cheek. The pain made him suck in a sharp breath.
He glanced out the window at the woman with her coldly beautiful face and a gaze that seemed to carry a killing intent.
He couldn't help but shiver.
In that moment, he felt she was like a female King of Hell.
Icy and sinister.
The old Wen Yan used to feel inferior in front of him, not even daring to look him directly in the eye!
She must be using this method to get his attention!
Unfortunately, he would only grow to despise her more!
"Wen Yan, you really are crude and ill-mannered. You should have just stayed dead in the countryside!"
Wen Yan narrowed her beautiful eyes, her red lips curling into a cold smile. "I'll die long after you're gone."
Wen Yiheng looked at her fiercely aggressive demeanor. He got out of the car to inspect the sports car.
He hadn't been driving this car for long, and now the windshield was completely shattered. His heart ached with regret.
While Wen Yiheng was distracted, Wen Yan slipped something into the thermos cup in his car.
Wen Yiheng got back into the sports car, glaring angrily at Wen Yan. "You are truly the shame of our Wen family!" After throwing her high heel out, Wen Yiheng drove away.
He drove the sports car to a 4S shop for repairs.
He took a few sips of water from his thermos cup, then took the subway home.
He wanted his parents and eldest brother to see the injury on his face and learn of Wen Yan's wicked deeds.
Wen Yiheng was handsome. When he didn't drive, he usually took the subway.
He rather enjoyed the looks of awe and shyness in the girls' eyes when he entered the subway car.
Whenever he rode the subway, he was undoubtedly the most eye-catching.
Wen Yiheng entered the subway. It was quite crowded, so he stood near a pole.
Just like before, he became the center of attention as soon as he boarded.
Even with the injury on his face, it couldn't diminish his handsomeness.
There was even a pretty young girl who came over to ask if he needed a band-aid.
Wen Yiheng waved her off, aloof and arrogant, like a proud peacock.
After the subway started moving, Wen Yiheng suddenly felt a sharp, intense pain in his stomach.
It felt like he was about to have a bout of explosive diarrhea.
How could this be?
Wen Yiheng's hand gripping the handrail tightened slightly.
Just hold on a little longer. The next station would arrive in a few minutes.
His stomach had never hurt like this before. He endured it, his face pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Every minute, every second, was pure agony for him now.
He was about to lose control.
Fortunately, the subway arrived at the next station.
Just as Wen Yiheng was about to get off, a sweet voice suddenly came over the broadcast.
[Dear passengers, we sincerely apologize. The subway doors are experiencing a malfunction and require inspection and repair. Please remain calm and patient.]
Those words instantly sent Wen Yiheng to hell.
His breathing even grew heavier.
Damn it all.
How could the doors be broken?
Wen Yiheng clenched his teeth tightly. He had never felt such agony and panic before.
He had to hold it in!
Another two minutes passed. The subway suddenly jolted slightly as if starting, but the doors still didn't open.
It was that slight movement. Wen Yiheng, who had been holding it in for so long, could no longer control himself.
Pffft pffft pffft. The sound of explosive flatulence echoed through the carriage, and moreover, he had soiled his pants.
The previously noisy carriage fell into a moment of utter silence.
Everyone looked at him with disbelief.
Who knows how long it lasted, but the pffft pffft sounds kept echoing incessantly.
Wen Yiheng's scalp went numb, his face deathly pale. He wished he could die on the spot.
Not even a workhorse from the production brigade would dare to let loose like this.
The confined air began to fill with an overwhelmingly foul stench.
"Blergh—"
Someone was the first to retch, and then—
