The discussions around her made her feel even more ashamed and angry, as if she was really the mistress who destroyed other people's families.
She couldn't help crying and argued loudly: "I am not."
"I really didn't!"
"I don't even know them!"
"Can someone help me report this to the nearest police station?"
She looked at the crowd behind her for help, but everyone avoided her gaze.
Seeing this, Ye Lin's heart sank.
Putting aside whether she really destroyed other people's families, she is first and foremost the landlord and neighbor of these people. When the landlord was beaten and bullied, no one was willing to stand up to help.
Is she such a bad person?
So these people just stood there and watched, waiting to see her make a fool of herself?
Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, a man suddenly squeezed in from behind the crowd.
The man was not very old, but not young either, probably in his thirties. He was wearing a dark brown loose-fitting suit, which was a new fashion at the end of the century. Although in the past, people who wore suits would be labeled as petty bourgeois hedonists and would be dragged out for criticism, nowadays it is regarded as the most fashionable clothing. Anyone who can wear a suit will be envied when walking on the street.
Seeing Ye Lin lying on the ground in a mess, he subconsciously frowned, turned his head to look at the woman, and asked, "Sister, what are you doing? Breaking into a private house and assaulting people are all illegal!"
The woman exclaimed angrily, "What are we doing? Of course we're here to teach this shameless vixen a lesson!"
"Hit her if you want. She destroyed other people's families. Doesn't she deserve to be beaten?"
When the man heard this, his face immediately turned red and he explained loudly: "What are you talking about? Can you please stop making trouble? Your sister and I can't get along anymore, so we want a divorce. What does this have to do with Ye Zhizhi?"
The woman became even angrier when she heard this. "How can it have nothing to do with her? You've been married to my sister for almost ten years, why didn't you think of divorce before? Why did you think of divorce after meeting this vixen?"
"Don't try to fool us. We saw you cuddling with this woman in the dance hall every day these past few days. You two were so close that your faces were almost touching. And you actually dare to say that you have nothing to do with her!"
The man's face showed shock, his expression twisted for a moment, and his voice rose: "You are following me?"
But the man's voice was louder, and the woman's was even louder: "Mr. Song, if you behave properly, why would you be afraid of being followed by us?"
"Besides, if I don't follow you, how can I know what you do outside?"
"You heartless bastard! You've put your wife in the hospital, and yet you're still acting like a fool, running around the ballroom dancing with this bitch. Do you dare to swear to the heavens that you're getting a divorce not because of her?"
"What's there to be afraid of?" the man said impatiently, "There's nothing between Ye Zhizhi and me. We're just dance partners, dancing together. It's you who have dirty thoughts."
"Then swear!"
The woman said, "If you lie, you will never get an erection!"
The man's expression froze.
The woman jumped up as if she had grabbed his pigtail and said, "Don't you dare! You're guilty!"
"You are having an affair with her." She said, and was about to tear the man's collar.
The man's face flushed red, and he reached out to push her away. "Crazy woman! What nonsense are you talking about? Who's guilty?"
The woman was pushed away, and the man quickly stepped forward to pull him back: "If you don't feel guilty, why don't you dare to swear?"
An impatient look appeared on the man's face. While the two were arguing, Ye Lin took the opportunity to retreat back to the room and slammed the door shut. Unfortunately, the door lock had been broken and could not be locked. Ye Lin could only lean against the door panel and block it with her body.
When the woman realized that she had escaped, she immediately let go of the man's clothes, turned the gun around and ran to knock on her door.
"Bitch! How dare you run!"
Ye Lin leaned against the door panel, her heart beating violently.
She didn't dare to say a word, but just silently used her body to hold the door open.
She felt wronged and scared, tears welling up in her eyes, and she didn't know how to solve this inexplicable disaster.
God knows, she has no interest in this man named Song.
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