On the day I ruined my rival and made her go bankrupt, Yu Wan set a trap to humiliate Tang Yue.
The next morning, she found herself being severely dealt with by him.
On the day my rival...
"Bang!"
With a loud crash, the chair shattered into pieces on the ground. Shards flew up and grazed Wang Minlin's neck, instantly drawing a shallow line of blood; the pain gradually spread.
A few seconds later.
"Ahhh..."
Wang Minlin screamed.
Yu Wan put one foot on the chair next to her, looking down at her with a fierce expression: "This time I'm giving you a warning because of Chairman Wang. If you still can't control your mouth next time, you'll have to bear the consequences."
Wang Minlin's pupils contracted slightly in fright, and she couldn't utter a single word. Her back, soaked with cold sweat, was suddenly chilled to the bone by the wind, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
The office fell into a deathly silence.
Even after Yu Wan had walked away, everyone remained motionless. They all thought of the origin of Yu Wan's reputation as a school bully, which stemmed from the fact that she single-handedly took down more than a dozen strong student thugs on her first day at Jiang University.
After a long while, once all the students had left.
"Yu Wan is too arrogant and presumptuous!" The new female teacher clenched her fists angrily. "The world is going to the dogs! Does having money mean you can do whatever you want?"
Liu Xiong frowned: "Yu Wan's situation is quite complicated. She grew up in a single-parent family, and almost everyone at school knows that her mother is taboo for her."
The female teacher was stunned for a moment, then muttered defiantly, "So what if she's from a single-parent family? I've never seen a girl as violent as her."
Liu Xiong glared at her several times with a hint of warning: "The day before Yu Wan enrolled at the university, Chairman Yu donated a building to the school and made arrangements in advance. We can't control what the students say, but if you want to continue teaching at Jiang University, you'd better keep your mouth shut."
Being reprimanded in public, the female teacher blushed and felt a deep resentment.
-
As they walked along, everyone saw this terrifying figure with a gloomy expression and avoided her. After she left, they huddled together and whispered among themselves.
"Sister Yu." Wang Min'an caught up from behind.
Yu Wan turned her head to the side.
The gaze that swept over was unusually sharp, and Wang Min'an felt a chill run down her spine, no longer daring to step forward.
Yu Wan opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of her slightly reddened eyes in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but pause in surprise.
A moment later, he scoffed, "Damn ugly."
Buzz...
Yu Wan's phone suddenly rang. She glanced at it irritably and found a text message had been sent to her.
[Tang Dog: Thank you for the cold medicine. Image JPG.]
Yu Wan stared at the picture for a long time, her lips twitching. Suddenly, she remembered Meng Shen's phone call that morning, so she opened WeChat, and a bunch of messages popped up.
[Meng Shen: My God, this place is no place for humans to live.]
[Meng Shen: Image JPG.]
[Meng Shen: Short MP4 Video]
...
For some reason, Yu Wan felt increasingly guilty the more she looked, feeling no joy at having defeated Tang Yue. What annoyed her most was that the Peace Ship's idiotic system hadn't issued any missions.
Hold.
Is she out of her mind? Why would she want to spend money on Tang Yue on her own initiative?
Tang Yue deserved it.
One minute later.
Yu Wan slammed her hand on the steering wheel.
"A system for the mentally challenged?"
No response.
She gritted her teeth: "A mentally challenged system?"
"Host, did you call me?" The Peace's voice was somewhat flustered, so much so that it used honorifics.
Yu Wan frowned, thinking she might hear background game sounds. But she didn't dwell on it, and carefully asked, "When do you usually issue quests? I mean, is there a quest panel?"
No, I'm an AI model; I can only trigger tasks under specific circumstances.
"Garbage system".
[...]
"You really aren't issuing any missions?" Yu Wan mustered her courage and asked again, but she absolutely didn't want to be so explicit.
The Mir was silent for a moment.
The host is acting strangely today, could it be...?
Are you trying to humiliate Tang Yue again by throwing money at him? He's already suffered so much; doesn't your conscience bother you?
"..."
Hearing the system say that, Yu Wan's stubbornness flared up: "Fine, then open your eyes and take a good look at how I humiliated him with money."
She immediately dialed a number, and after a few rings, the other end answered. The first thing the person said was, "I'll introduce you to a job, do you want to do it?"
Tang Yue: "What kind of job? They can't afford me for less than a billion a year."
"..."
"However, if you ask me for help, I can still manage to do it, albeit reluctantly."
Go ahead and put it into practice!
Yu Wan's ears burned a little. She took a deep breath and resisted the urge to hang up: "I'm at HOT Bar. You need to take a taxi here right now."
Tang Yue's voice turned somewhat cold: "You're going to a bar?"
Yu Wan gave an impatient "hmm" and frowned: "Are you coming or not?"
There was a two-second silence before the other end said, "Wait for me for half an hour."
Having received a satisfactory reply, Yu Wan let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief and immediately hung up. She blew on her bangs, lazily raised an eyebrow, and looked arrogant and nonchalant.
[...]
All right.
Despite the host's terrible character, it must be admitted that she does look rather handsome!
-
Tang Yue changed his clothes and was about to leave when someone called him back.
"Is Xiaoyue going out?"
Tang Yue turned his head to look at the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa, and gave a polite smile: "Second Uncle".
Tang Zhanhang's gaze was deep.
The handsome young man before me wore a light-colored knit sweater and dark casual trousers, and had a tall and slender figure. After shedding his suit, his temperament became even more refined and elegant, just as the media praised him as a "walking clothes hanger."
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!