Zhuang Yan felt an itch in his palm and subconsciously gripped Lu Yan's fingers.
One looked up, the other looked down. Zhuang Yan couldn't find any anger on Lu Yan's face. She seemed to have gotten used to it, used to Xia Wan's disrespect towards her, not treating her as an elder, and humiliating her at will.
Thinking of this, he felt a surge of inexplicable anger.
Zhuang Yan rarely curses, but some people will take advantage of you if you don't curse them, and they can't tell who they are.
Some people will always remember Zhuang Yan before he turned 18, but Zhuang Yan himself has forgotten. This scolding made him feel young again, as if he had returned to that time.
When faced with insults and bullying, he chose to fight fire with fire. If they wouldn't listen to reason, he would use his fists. Boys are subdued by beatings, and girls are overwhelmed by their aura. He would curse when he had to. As the saying goes, if you don't swear, your heart will be dirty.
Zhuang Yan felt that he could still curse ten thousand times over.
Lu Yan didn't care at all, as if she was detached from the matter: "It's okay, don't worry, you go back to your room and rest first."
Zhuang Yan said seriously, "No!"
Lu Yan looked at Zhuang Yan gently, her tone filled with affection, "I have something I want to say to my little niece alone. If you don't want to go back to your room, then go inside and wait for me. I'll be back soon."
As she spoke, she pulled her hand away. She had originally wanted to pat Zhuang Yan's head, but with so many people watching, she could only pinch his shoulder instead: "Good boy."
Lu Yan coaxed him like a child. It's not just women who are easy to coax; men are also easy to coax in some ways. When a woman is coquettish, a man's soul will wander.
"Child psychology" is not just for children; it can be applied to many people.
Even Zhuang Yan, whose mental age is over 50, is finding it hard to cope.
Zhuang Yan, relieved of his tension, was about to obediently leave when Xia Wan, as if a sensitive nerve had been touched, suddenly raised the mineral water bottle in her hand and threw it at Lu Yan: "Zhuang Yan, you're not allowed to leave, you stop right there!"
Zhuang Yan reacted quickly, stepping in front of Lu Yan and smashing the water bottle into his back.
The half-bottle of mineral water didn't hurt when it hit her, but Xia Wan threw it at Lu Yan's face. If it had hit her eye, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Zhuang Yan turned around, clenched his fist, and the veins on his arm bulged.
Xia Wan's heart trembled, and her throat tightened: "Why are you looking at me? Am I wrong? You got involved with Lu Yan right after breaking off our engagement, and you're even cursing me like this because of her. Have you been hooking up with her all along? Zhuang Yan, you call me dog shit, then what are you? If I hadn't stopped you on the hospital rooftop back then, you would have been dead long ago. I gave you a second life!"
Xia Wan's every opening and closing of her mouth was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.
Violent impulses surged through his body. Zhuang Yan wasn't usually impatient, but at this moment, he was frantic.
Lu Yan lifted Zhuang Yan's clothes to check his back: "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
“It’s all my fault. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have been hit by her.” Lu Yan stood behind Zhuang Yan, her gentle voice tinged with sadness and grievance: “Zhuang Yan, I want to have a good talk with Wanwan and tell her not to misunderstand us.”
What's the point of talking to someone like that? Besides, it's not her fault.
Zhuang Yan turned to look at her. Lu Yan's eyes seemed to be imbued with magic. He carefully cupped her clenched fist, and his emotions were instantly soothed.
Compared to Xia Wan, whose face was as ferocious as a she-devil, Lu Yan was like a flower bud with dew in the morning, delicate and beautiful, needing to be held in someone's hands and protected.
Zhuang Yan took a deep breath: "Call me if you need anything. I won't go far."
Finally, after coaxing Zhuang Yan away, Lu Yan turned to Xia Wan after watching him walk away. Her brows furrowed instantly with a fierce aura, and her pupils were pitch black without a trace of warmth, as if she were looking at a dead object.
Xia Wan suddenly felt a bit scared, but she quickly composed herself and thought that Lu Yan was nothing to be afraid of; she had always been a good-for-nothing in the Lu family.
Even when she hit her with a bottle just now, all she said was "It's all my fault," which sounded like concentrated green tea, and only Zhuang Yan would believe her.
Xia Wan was so angry that she could hardly breathe, wishing she could tear off her disguise right there and then.
"Lu Yan, how can you be so good at pretending?"
"Don't you like me pretending?" Lu Yan still wore that aggrieved face, like a weak and helpless dodder vine.
How hypocritical! Thinking of Zhuang Yan's repeated protection and care for Lu Yan, Xia Wan clenched her hands, her nails digging deep into her flesh, but she didn't feel any pain.
Lu Yan slowly approached her.
If a man lays a hand on a woman, whether he is right or wrong, he will be looked down upon.
Because of his natural physical superiority, he would be accused of bullying the weak, suspected of being a "domestic abuser," and be called immoral and ill-mannered... Then someone would casually say, "Are you even a man? No matter what, you shouldn't have resorted to violence. Violence doesn't solve problems; you should prioritize harmony."
Therefore, it's still up to her to teach Xia Wan a lesson.
Don't you dislike my pretentiousness?
"Then I won't pretend anymore." Before Xia Wan could react, Lu Yan slapped her across the face.
Xia Wan, who had been traveling all day, was already exhausted and couldn't withstand the beating. Lu Yan slapped her to the ground.
That wasn't all. Before anyone could react, Lu Yan kicked Xia Wan in the stomach, hitting the spot that hurt the most. Seeing that Xia Wan was about to run away, Lu Yan grabbed her hair and pulled her close, then slapped her twice, leaving Xia Wan's face red and swollen.
Xia Wan began to scream in pain. She had considered fighting back, but she was no match for Lu Yan's strength.
Xia Wan struggled desperately, pinned to the ground like an eel. She roared and screamed, "Lu Yan, let me go! I'm going to have my uncle tie you up and take you back to get you! I won't let you get away with this! You bitch! You slut!"
When her uncle was mentioned, Lu Yan, who had originally intended to let her go, kicked him twice more.
"How old are you? Why are you complaining to an adult? I'd like to see why you won't let me off the hook." Lu Yan took out her phone from Xia Wan, opened the camera, and took two pictures of her face.
The flash was blinding. Xia Wan yelled and reached out to block it, but Lu Yan quickly stepped on her hand, grinding her heel against it: "Niece, don't move around, or you'll hurt your hand."
Xia Wan finally felt fear, her body trembling uncontrollably. The talkative girl from just now could only look helplessly at her hands with trembling lips.
After Lu Yan finished taking the photos, she tossed her phone in front of Xia Wan so she could see it.
In the photo, Xia Wan's hair was messy and her face was swollen like a pig. She looked nothing like a rich young lady. For a woman who loves beauty, this was undoubtedly a huge blow to her.
In contrast, Lu Yan remained elegant and noble. Despite being punched and kicked for so long, her hair was still perfectly in place. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and looked down at her with an expression full of insult.
"I've taken the photos for you. Go send them to your dad and uncle to complain. Tell them I'm waiting."
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