"Pfft.", Mei Qingyang could not help but laugh at the woman's overconfidence. A small blood line formed around her lip. Yu Rong's slap had cut her lips at the corner.
"I am surprised you think so highly of me. You think a high and mighty guy like your nephew would actually be interested in a girl like me?", she snorted. Interest or not, she
"Oh? I had no idea you suffered from such lack of confidence.", Yu Rong bit back. How dared she? First this vixen seduced her nephew, now she claimed to be an innocent lamb? Incensed, Yu Rong hit Mei Qingyang's arm with her whip. The whip left a bloody scar on her wheat toned tender skin. This helped mollify Yu Rong's anger a bit. Seeing the blood, she was suddenly filled with a sense of glee and an urge to hit her more, her eyes curved up in smile. She took a step back and then hit Mei Qingyang's body a couple of times.
