"Hmph."

Ning Jingqiu chuckled, "Mrs. Qin is still too naive. This isn't called messing around. I'm unmarried, and they're unmarried. This is called dating, and it's consensual."

What a great idea to start a relationship!

So you're dating several at once?

"To be honest, you met my girlfriend in Huaicheng a few years ago."

Oh? Ye Yun became interested.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, her expression darkened, but she still smiled and said, "Mr. Ning, you're not referring to those people who framed Qin Zheng and Gu Jin years ago, are you?"

"Haha, clever!"

Ning Jingqiu clapped his hands in approval, seemingly surprised that Ye Yun had such a clever mind.

He glanced at Qin Zheng and Gu Jin, and boasted like a victor: "I don't trust anyone else to go, but I have a good eye for women. My girlfriend is very smart, and I trust her completely. She did a great job. I just didn't expect you to ask General Wu to come. Otherwise, I would be sending a bouquet of flowers to my nephews Qin and Gu every year on Qingming Festival."

If it weren't for Wu's sudden intervention, Qin Zheng would have been a handful of dust long ago, and he wouldn't be able to provoke him like he does now.

He didn't forget to belittle Ye Yun while he was talking.

He compared Ye Yun to his old flame, subtly implying that Qin Zheng had poor taste.

But he didn't notice the strange atmosphere at the dinner table.

Apart from his laughter, there was complete silence, and even the pretense of peace that had just been maintained crumbled at this moment.

Ning Jingqiu's secretary was the first to notice something was wrong and whispered a reminder: "President Ning..."

Ning Jin sneered inwardly.

What he wanted was to embarrass Qin Zheng and Gu Jin.

But he knew when to stop, gradually fading his smile and feigning surprise as he hypocritically reassured them, "Nephew Qin, Nephew Gu, you're not angry, are you?"

The atmosphere around them instantly became tense.

It was as if the air itself had frozen.

"Of course they won't be angry."

Ye Yun smiled and stood up.

"I'm the one who's angry."

Picking up the bottle of foreign liquor from the table, as if she wanted to pour it for someone herself, she walked around the table and toward Ning Jingqiu, saying in a clear voice, "I heard that this bottle of foreign liquor was specially bought back from abroad by Uncle Ning, and it's quite valuable."

Ning Jingqiu sneered, "Only thirty thousand."

As Ye Yun walked towards him carrying a wine bottle, he arrogantly showed off his wine glass, waiting for Ye Yun to pour him the wine herself.

Ye Yun was so angry she laughed.

The others also showed worried looks, not about Ye Yun, but about Ning Jingqiu.

Qiu Fei, in particular, quietly hid behind Gu Jin.

Having spent little time with Ye Yun, he hadn't yet gotten used to her strength and couldn't maintain the same composure as Qin Zheng and Gu Jin.

Ning Jingqiu was clearly unaware of this.

Because Ye Yun really did pour him a drink.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Ye Yun smiled and poured Ning Jingqiu a glass of foreign liquor. Staring at Ning Jingqiu tilting his head back as if to drink, she suddenly asked with a grin, "Uncle Ning is indeed very wealthy. But I wonder what the difference is between a bottle of foreign liquor that costs 30,000 yuan and a bottle of Erguotou that costs 20 cents?"

Ning Jingqiu put down his wine glass for a moment and said, "Different prices mean different tastes."

"Then...I wonder, if a bottle of wine that costs 30,000 yuan a year were to be smashed on someone's head, would it hurt just as much?"

Ning Jingqiu was taken aback. "What?"

"I'm asking you, wouldn't hitting someone on the head with a bottle of foreign liquor that costs 30,000 yuan cause more pain than hitting them with a two-cent bottle of Erguotou!" Ye Yun's tone suddenly turned fierce, her face was as cold as ice, and her eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if two sharp swords were piercing straight into people's hearts. She raised the liquor bottle in her hand and smashed it towards Ning Jingqiu's head!

With a swift movement, the bottle shattered!

*Smash!* The liquor bottle smashed against Ning Jingqiu's head and shattered. Ning Jingqiu immediately covered his head, a streak of crimson blood sliding down his head. His shocked gaze stared at Ye Yun in disbelief.

Ye Yun stood proudly, elegant and upright like an unyielding pine tree.

Speak slowly and deliberately, with a sharp tone:

"You dare drink the wine that your aunt poured?"