Chapter 7 Kill her! Kill this bitch now!
[His nose twitched when he spoke, it was hilarious, I really wanted to punch him.]
puff--
Fu Xiaoting almost burst out laughing, but quickly covered it up with a cough, though his shoulders were still shaking uncontrollably.
Yun Yang pursed her lips tightly.
I really want to open Xiaoting's head and see if it's filled with yellow waste.
She picked up the water glass on the table and handed it to Fu Xiaoting.
Fu Xiaoting's entire attention was focused on his nose at that moment.
Did he put something up his nose? Otherwise, how could he grow up like that?
I really want to reach out and pinch it to see if it's hard or soft.
Yunyang handed him the water glass, and without even looking at it, he took it and put it in his mouth.
The next second.
"hiss--"
A very soft gasp.
Fu Xiaoting's handsome face instantly scrunched up.
Yun Yang's heart skipped a beat. Oh no!
She was so busy complaining that she forgot to change the water; this cup is freshly poured hot water!
[Hot, hot, hot, hot! My tongue! It's almost cooked!]
[This idiot! Could he be a spy sent by the rivals to murder me?]
Fu Xiaoting's heart was screaming wildly, but on the surface, he simply put down his cup expressionlessly and glanced at Yun Yang with a cold look.
Seeing this, Fu Zhai's smile deepened.
He immediately adopted the demeanor of an elder, feigning a scolding: "Xiaoting! What's wrong with you! You just got burned, how can you look at that young girl like that!"
"Your temper is too harsh! Everyone makes mistakes. If you ask me, you should be more magnanimous and forgive her for this unintentional mistake."
He told Fu Xiaoting to be magnanimous, but he was actually mocking him for not being able to manage even a servant, saying he deserved to be burned.
Yun Yang lowered her head, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.
Oh no, even if Huang Xiaoting is mentally challenged, she's still a big shot.
I hope it won't kill her.
She was racking her brains trying to figure out how to salvage the situation when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the freshly brewed hot tea on the table.
A bold idea flashed through her mind.
Make amends for past mistakes!
Yun Yang took a deep breath, picked up the purple clay teapot, and pretended to pour tea for Fu Xiaoting again.
Just as she walked to Fu Xiaofang's side, her foot "inadvertently" slipped.
"ah!"
She gasped and her body lurched forward.
The pot of scalding tea in his hand traced a perfect parabola, pouring it all over Fu Xiaofang's crotch.
"Awooo—!!!"
A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, echoed throughout the entire restaurant.
Fu Xiaofang suddenly jumped up from the chair, clutching his groin with both hands, writhing on the floor in pain.
The scene instantly descended into chaos.
Fu Zhai's expression changed drastically. He slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly, pointing at Yun Yang and roaring, "You bitch! You're asking for death! Men, drag her out and chop her up!"
Yunyang's tears came unexpectedly.
"Second Master, spare me! I didn't mean to! I really didn't mean to!"
She cried and begged for mercy while quickly moving backward to hide behind Fu Xiaoting's wheelchair.
"Second Master, you just lectured the teacher to be magnanimous. You... you're such a person of status, you certainly wouldn't hold a grudge against a mere maid like me, right?"
She used Fu Zhai's words to shut him up.
Fu Zhai was so angry that his face turned ashen, and his hand trembled as he pointed at her.
Fu Xiaofang was still wailing on the ground.
"Dad! Kill her! Kill this bitch now!" He roared at the outside, his face contorted in pain, "Where are my men! Where are they all?! Come in!"
However, it was quiet outside.
The bodyguards at Xiaoyuan only obeyed Fu Xiaoting's orders.
Without his permission, the people brought by Fu Zhai and his son were not even allowed to enter the gate.
Several bodyguards from the Fu family rushed over upon hearing the commotion, but they all stood expressionless at the door, showing no intention of making a move.
Fu Zhai then realized whose territory this was.
He was panting heavily, suppressing his anger, and turned his gaze to Fu Xiaoting, who had remained silent throughout.
Fu Xiaoting slowly raised his eyes.
His dark eyes held no warmth, only a chilling, bone-deep killing intent.
His wheelchair shifted very slightly to the left.
This tiny movement, however, made the clouds behind him even more completely obscured.
Fu Zhai met his murderous gaze and felt a chill run down his spine.
He knew that Fu Xiaoting was truly determined to kill him.
Is it really worth completely falling out with them over some clueless servant?
He glanced at his son, who was still rolling on the ground, and finally gritted his teeth.
"Good, very good!"
"Xiao Ting, you've really gotten to know people!"
Fu Zhai uttered these harsh words, helped up his half-dead son, and left the restaurant in a sorry state under the cold gaze of his bodyguards.
Fu Xiaoting raised his hand and gently rubbed the corner of his eye with his well-defined fingers.
Yun Yang's eyes lit up. Was he moved?
After all, she risked having her finger chopped off to help him get revenge.
I'm really grateful; I stare at people every day until my eyes are sore.
The little bit of smugness that Yun Yang had just felt was instantly shattered by this sarcastic remark.
Fine, I guess I was just being presumptuous.
Just as she was complaining to herself, Fu Xiaoting pulled out a palm-sized black leather notebook and a very expensive-looking fountain pen from the inside pocket of his suit.
Yun Yang glanced at it. Was he going to make empty promises again?
Fu Xiaoting lowered his eyes, the pen tip falling on the paper with a soft rustling sound.
A moment later, he pushed the notebook in front of Yunyang.
Yunyang looked down and saw that there was no pancake on the paper.
Instead, it was a line of elegant and powerful characters, with sharp strokes, just like his face—aggressive yet surprisingly handsome.
I'll give you a reward.
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