Wen Sheng was trailing behind Zhu Qingjia, checking the utility bills and property flyers stuck on the outer door.
"Damn it!" Zhu Qingjia cursed furiously.
Just as Wen Sheng was about to ask what was wrong, she saw Zhu Qingjia angrily hurl her bag onto the hallway cabinet. She didn't seem to care that the bag was a Hermès Milkshake White Birkin 30 she had waited more than half a year and spent two or three hundred thousand to get. Without bothering to take off her shoes, she stormed inside like a fury.
At that moment, Xun Ke was standing in the living room, looking towards the door with a pitiful expression. She was about to call out, "Sheng", but before she could, Zhu Qingjia stormed in and kicked her in the stomach.
Wen Sheng's heart skipped a beat––she knew that Zhu Qingjia had five years of freestyle fighting training under her belt, not to mention her naturally tall and long-legged frame, so her kicks were both fierce and splendid.
Keeling over from the blow, clutching her stomach, Xun Ke glared angrily at Zhu Qingjia, "What gives you the right to hit me?"
"Why the hell not? Do I need a special day to hit you?" Zhu Qingjia snapped back, catching Xun Ke's long hair in one hand and slapping her twice with the other. "You shameless bitch, stealing my bestie's man! You dare to mess with my girl, you think I, Zhu Qingjia, am dead?"
Xun Ke tried to fight back, "Who do you think you are, nosing into me and Wen Sheng's business?"
"Wishful thinking! Even if I had something, I wouldn't waste it on you," retorted Zhu Qingjia, tearing at Xun Ke's clothes in fury, as if she was the one being cheated on.
"You prefer to be an ingrate, then? Forgotten the time when you were broke, eating two-dollar corn in the streets? Who took you in? Who went around looking for a job for you?"
"So that's your way of showing gratitude to Asheng? By fucking stripping down and jumping into her boyfriend's bed? What a way to repay her, you cheap whore!"
"I'm doing the world a favor by beating the shit out of you today!"
"Is this what nine years of compulsory education taught you?"
"With your skills, why don't you work in a nightclub instead?"
Xun Ke was no fool; she was not going to get beaten without fighting back. She mustered all her strength to grapple with Zhu Qingjia.
Girl fights... usually consist of pulling hair, delivering slaps and tearing clothes, so Wen Sheng ended up facing the sight of the two women tangled together.
With the understanding that Xun Ke was no match for Zhu Qingjia, Wen Sheng didn't step in, so as not to add to the chaos––she really wasn't good at fighting. However, when Xun Ke got a grip on Zhu Qingjia's hair, Wen Sheng lunged forward, tightly grabbing Xun Ke's waist and pulling her back, "Xun Ke, let go!"
Zhu Qingjia loved her own beautiful hair, she would spend countless hours maintaining it at the salon. Losing even a single strand of it would upset her for half a day, she'd rather hold a grand and solemn memorial ceremony for them. Having just been yanked, Zhu Qingjia's face grimaced in pain as she felt quite a few strands getting pulled out — this was worse than having her family's ancestral grave dug up.
Furious, Zhu Qingjia seized the opportunity when Wen Sheng had hold of Xun Ke, she unleashed all her strength and gave Xun Ke a bloody beating, leaving her face branded with five golden imprints!
Seeing Zhu Qingjia exhausted and Xun Ke unwilling to continue the tussle, Wen Sheng finally let go.
Xun Ke collapsed onto the floor, a pitiful sight with blood seeping from the corner of her mouth — it looked like she might have lost a tooth or two.
Wen Sheng fetched a pack of disinfectant wipes from the drawer, peeled it open, tore off one piece and handed it to Zhu Qingjia, "Jiajia, wipe your hands, disinfect."
Zhu Qingjia took it, wishing she could instantly post on social media praising Wen Sheng, who could make people sick without saying a nasty word. This cultured person's way of insulting people was so refreshing and unconventional!
This woman, usually so quiet, but clever enough to know who to hold onto during a fight. Don't hold onto your side, hold onto your opponent to let your side hit freely. Isn't that the essence of mediating a fight? Smart!
After wiping her own hands and tossing the dirty wipe into the trash can, Wen Sheng turned to Xun Ke, her doe eyes filled with indifference, her voice chillingly cold, "Miss Xun, it seems you do not understand human language."
Xun Ke scoffed coldly, a mocking and resentful look in her eyes.
She was done hiding.
Wen Sheng was too cunning.
Struggling to her feet, Xun Ke faced off with Wen Sheng, sneering, "Wen Sheng, why play the saint? You're just mad I stole Yukuo, right?"
Wen Sheng squinted at her, "Xun Ke, is there something seriously wrong with your brain?"
"You couldn't keep your man, and now it's my fault?" Xun Ke felt an immense satisfaction inside.
What did Wen Sheng have to be proud of? Just because she looked better? Was smarter? Had a better education and more high-profile jobs? And she had an heir from a wealthy family, Jian Yukuo, following her like a smitten kitten?
So that was why Wen Sheng could stand high and look down on her like the Virgin Mary pitying her?
During their year of acquaintance, Xun Ke was always inferior to Wen Sheng. The only thing that made her feel superior was sleeping with Jian Yukuo.
Imagine, the man who was always flaunting affections for Wen Sheng ended up sleeping with her for more than half a year. That should be disgusting enough for Wen Sheng, right?
"Xun Ke, dogs like to eat shit, there's nothing I can do about that," Wen Sheng stared at her, her face as calm as usual, her voice indifferent, "Should I blame the dog for its habit, or the shit for being too stinky?"