Chapter 20 Don't Mess With Me

Not only did she lose her friends, but she also caused her crush to be slept with by the woman she hated most.

She now deeply regrets it, regrets provoking Tang Wan'er in this way.

"Tang Wan'er, have you no shame? You're capable of doing something like this. I thought young ladies like you were noble and refined, but I never expected you to be so despicable!"

Tang Wan'er sneered, her eyes full of contempt. "Don't you think it's a bit ironic that you're saying this to me? This is called an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. You've been by my side for so many years, you should know my personality well. I'm not just someone who always seeks revenge, I repay it tenfold. An Ran, we've made an enemy of each other. I guarantee you won't have a good time in the industry from now on!"

An Ran was furious and reached out to hit Tang Wan'er.

But as soon as he raised his hand, Tang Wan'er quickly grabbed his wrist.

She was very strong; it seemed that with just a little force, she could crush An Ran's slender wrist.

An Ran winced in pain, "You bitch, let go of me right now! Do you hear me?"

Tang Wan'er let go and forcefully shook her off. "An Ran, I advise you..."

You'd better behave yourself, otherwise I can't guarantee what I might do!

An Ran was thrown off balance, her high heels buckled, and she fell to the ground.

Tang Wan'er glanced coldly at her disheveled appearance, then turned and left.

It was still drizzling outside, but the thunder and lightning had stopped.

Tang Wan'er walked to her motorcycle, took a towel from the trunk, and wiped the rainwater off the seat.

She was just about to straddle the motorcycle seat in a cool way.

The next second, I heard the skirt rip with a "rip" sound, and I froze.

I'm used to wearing clothes and pants all the time, so I rarely wear skirts.

If her skirt hadn't suddenly ripped, she probably would have forgotten that she wasn't wearing pants.

His originally dashing posture instantly turned into an awkward moment as he lightly lifted his leg and got into the car.

Riding a bike in such a short skirt is really uncomfortable. Luckily, the skirt is tight-fitting, otherwise I would have definitely exposed myself.

She glanced back at the spot where the stitches had come undone; it wasn't particularly noticeable.

Anyway, it's not far from Xiaxia's house, at most a 10-minute bike ride.

It will be over in minutes.

So she started the engine, and the roar of the motorcycle was deafening, like a ghost in the night, and it quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Fu Yanzun walked out from the balcony, his gaze fixed on Tang Wan'er's departing figure.

I didn't expect her to come by motorcycle. So, is that dress... a little inappropriate for her?

Fu Yanzun took a deep breath. Was he overthinking things?

She's nobody to him, and they'll never cross paths again, so why should he meddle in her affairs?

Just then, Fu Yanzun's phone rang.

He picked up his phone and glanced at it; it was a call from the Fu family.

He hung up after only a few words on the phone and prepared to leave.

Back in the bedroom, I turned on the light and immediately saw the messy bed.

To his surprise, there was a glaring red spot in the center of the bed.

Was last night...her first time?

Actually, he hadn't thought about it that way at all yesterday. After all, Tang Wan'er always gave people the impression of being energetic and decisive, and he figured that this wasn't the first time she had taken the initiative to do something like this.