Cold, turbid, dirty water with the smell of rotten leaves and rust instantly rushed into his mouth and nose. The huge impact caused him to feel severe pain in his chest and his vision went black.
He sank like a heavy stone, and a cold, suffocating feeling instantly gripped him.
He struggled in terror, flailing his limbs wildly, trying to float to the surface, his gray-blue hair spread out in the water, sticking awkwardly to his forehead.
The cold, dirty water stimulated his senses, but even more stinging was the immense humiliation.
Crash!
He finally struggled to stick his head out of the water, coughing violently and spitting out the dirty water that had choked on him.
Ning Xiuyan's eyes were stung by the sewage and his vision was blurred, but he still instinctively looked towards the shore with deep hatred and fear.
On the shore, Zhang Xuanhua stood there leisurely, looking down at him condescendingly.
He slightly flexed his right foot, the one that had just kicked someone, his movements as graceful as brushing off dust. His exquisitely crafted face was expressionless, only icy indifference.
The light blue eyes were like the surface of a frozen lake, reflecting the image of Ning Xiuyan in the water, looking miserable and like a drowned dog. There was not a ripple in them, only pure, trash-like contempt.
"How does it taste, Second Young Master Ning?" Zhang Xuanhua's voice regained that clear, youthful quality, even with a hint of innocent curiosity, as if he was just asking about the taste of the coffee.
However, the coldness and mockery in his tone were even more chilling than the dirty water. "This pool is much more interesting than the one your sister kicked you into... right?"
He tilted his head slightly, watching Ning Xiuyan struggling and coughing in the murky water, his eyes calm and unwavering.
"Remember this lesson. There are some things you cannot touch." Zhang Xuanhua's voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the sound of water and Ning Xiuyan's cough. Every word was like an icicle piercing his heart.
"If you dare to stretch out your claws again..." He paused, and the corners of his lips curled up in a very faint and cold arc, like the smile of the god of death. "Next time, it won't be as simple as a dirty pool."
After saying this, he didn't even glance at Ning Xiuyan who was struggling in the water, as if looking at him any longer would be dirty.
He turned around with quick and decisive movements. In the dim light, his figure in the black sweatshirt looked like a ghost blending into the night, and soon disappeared at the entrance of the alley.
In the alley, Ning Xiuyan was the only one left, soaking in the cold and dirty pool of water.
He coughed violently, and every breath carried the stench of rust and decay.
The immense humiliation, the anger of being completely fooled and fooled, and the uncontrollable fear that penetrated his bones when he faced Zhang Xuanhua's last look, wrapped around him tightly like icy vines, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
He struggled to the edge of the pool, his soaked clothes clinging to him, freezing cold. He lay on the cold, mossy stone edge, gasping for breath, his whole body shaking like a sieve.
His gray-blue hair was wet and stuck to his pale face. His expensive cashmere coat was stained with dirty mud and tightly wrapped around his body, outlining his current embarrassment and fragility.
The expensive Chelsea boots were filled with dirty water and were heavy.
He raised his head and looked towards the alley where Zhang Xuanhua disappeared. There was only bottomless darkness.
In those eyes that were once filled with romance and pride, there was now only shock, deep hatred, and... a trembling of fear that he himself was unwilling to admit.
The cold autumn wind blew through the narrow back alley, bringing with it a biting chill, picking up a few yellow fallen leaves, which swirled and fell on the turbid water beside him.
Ning Xiuyan lay on the cold stone edge, gasping for breath. Every breath he took was filled with the stench of sewage and stinging pain in his lungs.
The soaked clothes clung to his skin like a layer of icy shackles. He tried to hold himself up, but his arms trembled from the cold and the shock he had just experienced, and he slipped back onto the cold stone several times.
There was deathly silence in the depths of the alley, with only the faint sound of traffic coming from the distant street, intertwined with his own heavy and awkward breathing and the chattering of his teeth, which sounded particularly harsh and desolate in this dark and damp space.
Zhang Xuanhua...
That face that instantly switched from pure innocence to cold murderous intent, that last glint of contempt in those light blue eyes, as if looking at trash, and those words that sounded like a curse—"Next time, it won't be as simple as a dirty pool..."
Every detail was like a red-hot iron, burning his nerves!
The anger of being fooled surged in his chest like magma, almost bursting through his throat and erupting. But following closely was a deeper, icy fear.
It was not fear of martial arts strength, but an instinctive tremor caused by Zhang Xuanhua as a person - his unfathomable disguise, his cruelty that changed in an instant, and his indifference that treated him like an ant.
Ning Xiuyan, the second young master of the Ning family, had never suffered such a terrible humiliation before? He had been made a fool of for so long, and in the end, he was kicked into the stinking ditch like a drowned dog!
Even more tragically, he hadn't seen through the other party's disguise from beginning to end! His "people-savvy" and "methods" that he was so proud of were as ridiculous as a toddler in front of Zhang Xuanhua!
“Ah——!” The extreme humiliation finally broke through his throat, turning into an extremely suppressed roar like a trapped beast, echoing in the empty alley, appearing desperate and powerless.
He had to get out of here! Now! Right now!
A strong sense of shame whipped him like a whip. He couldn't let anyone see him like this! Absolutely not!
Ning Xiuyan gritted his teeth and used all his strength to dig his nails into the cold and slippery cracks in the stone. With the help of that tiny bit of friction, he finally dragged his heavy, soaking wet body out of the dirty pool of water.
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