Number 901, a girl from a wealthy real estate family, had always admired Master M's designs but was unable to acquire them. She despised anyone wearing counterfeit Master M clothing.
She stood up and walked towards Fu Xiaoya, emitting a strong fragrance of perfume. She stopped in front of Fu Xiaoya and said, "Do you want some coffee? The coffee here isn't cheap. Let me treat you."
Fu Xiaoya maintained her smile, choosing not to get involved in the evident hostility of number 901. Following her mother's teachings on politeness, she kindly declined, saying, "Thank you, but I'm good."
"No problem. How about a hot Americano?" said Zhang Li, the girl with number 901. She held a scalding hot Americano and was about to place it near Fu Xiaoya's hand when she suddenly slipped, spilling the coffee on the table and the floor.
Anticipating the situation, Fu Xiaoya had already shifted her leg, so the scalding coffee didn't touch her leg. However, a few coffee stains did splatter onto her skirt. It was a skirt specially chosen by her mother, who said it looked beautiful on her.
"I'm sorry, I lost my balance for a moment. Did I burn you?" Zhang Li didn't expect Fu Xiaoya to dodge so quickly, but upon seeing the coffee stains on Fu Xiaoya's skirt, she smiled smugly.
"It's okay, I know you didn't do it on purpose," Fu Xiaoya replied calmly.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Li thought Fu Xiaoya was too foolish. She was about to play a prank on her when suddenly, her face felt a burning sensation. Fu Xiaoya had poured the contents of her cup, including the coffee, all over Zhang Li's face, leaving her completely drenched.
"I'm truly sorry for getting your clothes dirty, but you don't have to forgive me because I did it on purpose," Fu Xiaoya smiled. Seeing the remaining coffee in the cup, she poured it all onto Zhang Li's head and then turned to the waiter behind the counter with a slight smile, "Could you please bring me a pot of hot water? Thank you."
As she poured the water, Fu Xiaoya's movements were graceful, akin to tending to the plants in her own serene garden rather than engaging in an act of bullying.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Was Fu Xiaoya really this audacious? She openly and blatantly poured coffee on someone!
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Zhang Li screamed in realization. The coffee had ruined her makeup, and her expensive dress was also ruined! She was about to lunge at Fu Xiaoya when the voice of the waiter interrupted, "Here is your hot water. Enjoy."
"Just place it on the table," Fu Xiaoya replied calmly.
The waitress didn't dare to meddle further; these people were beyond her reach. As she was about to walk away after placing the hot water, Fu Xiaoya called her back, "Sorry, could you move the hot water about ten centimeters inside?" Her tone was gentle and devoid of any aggression.
The waitress instinctively felt that Fu Xiaoya was a well-mannered girl, of course, if the scene of confidently pouring coffee hadn't happened just now, she would have been even more convinced.
"Um... is there anything else you'd like me to do?" the waitress asked, a bit fearful, as she adjusted the position of the hot water kettle, glancing nervously at Fu Xiaoya.
"No, thank you," Fu Xiaoya replied.
Zhang Li's hand remained suspended in the air, she stared blankly at the interaction between Fu Xiaoya and the waitress. Finally, her gaze settled on the hot water kettle, and she asked incredulously, "Did you want to pour hot water on me?"
Fu Xiaoya smiled sweetly, her lips curved, "Of course not. I just wanted to see if a dead pig truly isn't afraid of boiling water."
Was this an indirect insult, calling her a pig? Zhang Li's cheeks flushed with anger. She refused to believe it. With so many people around, could Fu Xiaoya really pour hot water on her? She raised her arm, intending to teach Fu Xiaoya a lesson, but suddenly her feet slipped, and she tumbled towards the table.
The table toppled, and the kettle on top fell perfectly onto Zhang Li's cheek, releasing a scorching burst of steam.
Zhang Li swallowed hard, looking at Fu Xiaoya with lingering fear. Was this just a coincidence?
"See, you should be more careful. There are still coffee stains on the floor. You need to watch your step." Fu Xiaoya crouched down, gently clearing the shattered fragments of the kettle away from Zhang Li's cheek. In a soft whisper, she added, "Ten centimeters, just as I estimated. If you continue to misbehave, the proximity might decrease next time. Who knows, it could ruin your appearance in an instant."
"It's you! You did this! You're trying to harm me!" Zhang Li panicked and fumbled for her phone.
"What are you doing?" At that moment, a deep and resonant male voice came from behind.