Chapter 1: Kill You, Mistress

Haicheng City, Huo’s Building, a landmark in the commercial district.

Lin Yilan stood at the gate of the Huo's Building, put down the snakeskin bag on her shoulder, and exhaled.

"Hmm~ We're finally here!"

She looked up at the towering buildings, took out the address her master had given her before going down the mountain, and to confirm it, she walked towards the guardhouse.

"Excuse me, is this the Huo's Building, owned by the Huo family, the richest family in Haicheng?"

The security guard stuck his head out and looked at Lin Yilan.

She was wearing a frumpy 1980s-style sweatshirt and trousers, but even that couldn't hide her endearingly cute little face.

The security guard nodded. "This is it. Who are you looking for? You need to register to enter."

Before she could answer, a woman in high heels squeezed in and cut in line in front of Lin Yilan.

She took off her sunglasses, revealing a heavily made-up face. She knocked on the window impatiently: "Hurry up, give me the pass."

The security guard must have recognized her and quickly stood up. "Okay, Ms. Lin, I'll do it for you right away."

Lin Yilan was unhappy. Aren’t they said that city people have better qualities? Why did the first person she met cut in line?

She squeezed in as well. "Uncle, I was here first! You should handle me first."

Before Lin Yilan could finish her words, the woman cried out, "Ah!"

She took three steps back as if avoiding a source of infection, pulled out several paper handkerchiefs, and while wiping the bag that had just touched Lin Yilan, she said sarcastically, "Do you know what kind of place this is? Why did you leave such a country bumpkin here? Aren't you afraid that she might be carrying some kind of disease?"

Lin Yilan was furious! She had never been sick since she was a child, and this woman was so rude as to curse her for having a dirty disease!

Lin Yilan glanced at her and was shocked. She hesitated for a moment, but finally said with a serious attitude, as if human life was at stake, "I'm not sick, but you are terminally ill."

The heavily made-up woman: “…”

She stretched out her beautifully polished manicure and pointed at Lin Yilan's nose rudely: "What are you talking about, you old-fashioned guy? How dare you curse me!"

The heavily made-up woman angrily shouted at the security guard, "What are you still standing there for? Get rid of her! If she shows up here again, call the police and have her arrested!"

Lin Yilan couldn't understand. She was a law-abiding person, so why couldn't she come here?

The security guard didn't expect that although Lin Yilan looked harmless, she was actually very ruthless when it came to confronting people.

But since this person was so angry, he could only come out and say, "Miss, you should go back today. If you need someone, come back another day. What do you think?"

Lin Yilan was not happy: "Who is she in this building? Why won't she let me in?"

"Oh, who am I in this building? Listen carefully! I'm the fiancée of Huo Juncheng, the owner of this building. He's my man..."

However, before she could finish.

Lin Yilan rushed over like a firecracker: "I'll beat you to death, you mistress!"

It all happened extremely quickly. In just a blink of an eye, Lin Yilan knocked the heavily made-up woman to the ground. Before the security guard could pull her away, she hit her multiple times with great force!

The security guard was stunned by the scene. After Lin Yilan had almost finished a round, he hurried over to pull it away.

But Lin Yilan looked very small, and he, a big and strong man, couldn't even pull it open!

The heavily made-up woman was not saved until Lin Yilan had had enough of the fight and got up on her own.

The heavily made-up woman was still confused. She had a pig-like head, her hair was a mess, several nails were broken, and her face was black from crying: "Mud, diaphragm, mud, mud!"

Lin Yilan clenched her fists, even angrier than the heavily made-up woman: "Humph, you stole my fiancé, who else should I hit if not you!"

The security guard was confused: "Fiancé? Who is your fiancé?"

"Who else? Of course it's the scumbag who has a mistress! Huo Juncheng!" Lin Yilan clenched her fists, looking like she was going to beat him into a pig's head.

Huo's Building, President's Office.

"Hahaha, Juncheng, something terrible has happened. Puchi, hahahaha burp."

Huo Juncheng raised his head from the pile of documents, his sharp eyebrows furrowed in displeasure on his handsome face with clear lines.

He pursed his lips and said in a voice like the cold wind of Siberia: "Shut up."

Huo Juncheng's best friend and childhood friend, Zheng Ronglan, shivered from the cold and quickly suppressed his laughter, saying, "Juncheng, I'm not going to lie to you, this is seriously terrible. A little bumpkin came downstairs with your photo and started singing Chen Shimei to everyone he met."

At this point, he couldn't help but let out a chuckle, and then continued, "Hurry up and go down and take a look!"

Huo Juncheng: "..."

He frowned in displeasure, his pale, cold face looking more like a thousand-year-old piece of ice. He said in a chilling voice, "Let's go."

Soon, we arrived downstairs.

Sure enough, a woman dressed in clothes from the last century pulled someone out, pulled out a photo, and sang a few lines from Chen Shimei, then cursed, "For my fiancé, Huo Juncheng, I practiced martial arts in the mountains for eighteen years. Now that I've achieved success and come down from the mountains, he's found a mistress! This is the modern Chen Shimei!"

"Look, this is him! You must remember his ugly face!"

Lin Yilan had just finished her explanation when she saw a tall figure walking towards her.

The person who came had a cold and indifferent demeanor, and exuded an aloof aura that kept everyone away.

Lin Yilan also came forward, "Big brother, ah ...

Huo Juncheng pressed his own dancing solar plexus and said in a simple yet stern voice, "Stop singing!"

Lin Yilan felt a little regretful, thinking that her favorite thing was opera. She was just about to indulge in theatrical cravings when she had the chance, but she didn't expect that the ice-sculpture man in front of her didn't like it.

Of course, she didn't force it.

"You've heard it, right? Then let's follow the procedure!"

She pulled out a wrinkled photo and held it in front of Huo Juncheng: "Brother, look carefully, this is what Huo Juncheng, the Chen Shimei, looks like!"

When Huo Juncheng saw the photo, the air around him condensed. The air pressure was like entering the eighteenth level of hell!

He stared at Lin Yilan with ferocious eyes.

This woman, she! Was holding! A photo of him! Wearing! Open-crotch pants!

Huo Juncheng felt a blackness before his eyes, and it seemed as if a precious thing he owned was shattered to the ground...

Lin Yilan, however, had no sense of the approaching danger. She gritted her teeth and said, "As the old saying goes, a child's character can be seen at the age of three. Look at him, he has such a lecherous look at such a young age. I can tell at a glance that he won't be a good person when he grows up!"

When she was moved, she wiped away a few non-existent tears: "Wow, wow, I'm so miserable! I have such a fiancé!"

Huo Juncheng: "..."

The veins on his forehead throbbed, and he used all his rationality to suppress the urge to strangle this woman to death.