Chapter 43 Deserves a beating for being a jerk with dirty hands and a foul mouth.
Yan Yunye's foul language was like dirty water being thrown at her, but Su Ruan didn't even flinch.
That chewed-up, spat-out remark came crashing down, carrying intense malice and humiliation.
Those six years of humility, those sacrifices he ignored.
At this moment, they all became weapons he used to humiliate himself.
How ironic.
Su Ruan wasn't angry; instead, she found it extremely amusing.
She looked at the face before her, twisted with jealousy and anger, and sneered inwardly.
They jumped around here, spitting as they judged her.
And he keeps saying that his adoptive father doesn't like her?
He probably doesn't know that the pristine, untainted foster father he speaks of was in the shadows of the coconut grove last night.
Just a few meters away from Yan Yunye's footsteps, he bit her earlobe and said he wanted to 'do' it.
If it weren't for that damn gastroenteritis...
Ha, last night it wasn't a hospital bed, but that ridiculously big bed in the suite.
He's here pontificating about everything, but he doesn't even know where his opponents are. He's both stupid and pathetic.
A wave of absurd pity and mockery washed over her, and she couldn't even be bothered to get angry.
The truth is that the honey is tainted with poison; feeding it to him now is too cheap.
"Oh, so you're getting all worked up and starting to spew nonsense?"
She tilted her head slightly and raised her eyebrows.
"What, did I hit a nerve? Scared?"
"Are you afraid that I've really climbed up a social ladder that you can't reach, and become your stepmother in name only?"
She paused, her gaze sweeping contemptuously over his ashen face, before uttering even more scathing words from her red lips.
"As for Yan Tingnan, whether he would even look at me or not."
"Who are you to concern yourself with such trivial matters, you adopted son who can't even handle family affairs?"
"Yan Yunye, your angry and reckless behavior is really embarrassing."
"That's all you've got, clinging to those old grievances and barking at me like a mad dog."
"Su Ruan!"
Yan Yunye's face turned ashen and veins bulged on his forehead as he was bombarded by her barrage of hurtful words.
The string of reason snapped completely, and the flames of jealousy exploded in my veins.
He suddenly raised his hand to slap him!
In the blink of an eye.
*Smack!*
A crisp sound of flesh colliding tore through the air.
Yan Yunye suddenly tilted his head to one side, his left cheek burning.
He stood frozen in place, his hand still hanging in mid-air, astonishment overpowering his anger.
Su Ruan shook her wrist, which was numb from the shock.
It's best to strike first.
Are you awake?
She glanced coldly at the finger marks that quickly appeared on his face.
Yan Yunye: "..."
He tried to find some voice, even if it was just a bluffing threat.
But Su Ruan's slap was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing Yan Yunye's last bit of madness that was on the verge of exploding.
He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
Su Ruan looked at his distraught appearance, feeling nothing but utter disgust.
"This slap teaches you a lesson: if you're rude and have a foul mouth, you deserve to be slapped."
"Looking at Young Master Yan's face now, it's just so-so."
"Four sets minus three, leaving only one set that's still needed."
Su Ruan took a step back, creating some distance.
Her voice was calm, yet more piercing than any sharp sarcasm.
"Yan Yunye, it's been six years, and I've finally seen things clearly."
"Aside from bearing the name of the Yan family, you are empty inside, despicable and pathetic."
She walked straight past the stunned Yan Yunye and out of the shadows of the palm grove.
The sunlight shone on me again, dispelling the bad luck I had just felt.
Yan Tingnan Gaozhi'er?
She was determined to climb it.
means?
She has plenty.
Yan Yunye stood frozen in place, gripped by a sense of emptiness and powerlessness.
Six years of habitual condescension crumbled completely at this moment.
He looked like a clown stripped naked and left in the middle of the city, embarrassed and pathetic.
He stared at his hand hanging in mid-air, his knuckles curling up, and suddenly felt absurd.
Those filthy words and malicious speculations spewed out uncontrollably like the hiss of a viper.
He actually wanted to lay a hand on her?
My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, a dull, aching pain.
He instinctively reached for a cigarette, only to find his hand shaking so badly he couldn't even press the lighter button properly.
Suddenly, I remembered that he sprained his ankle while playing basketball in his senior year of high school.
Su Ruan skipped evening self-study and climbed over the wall to go out and buy him medicine.
When I came back, the security guard caught me red-handed. I fell and got covered in mud, but the medicine was still in good condition.
The current Su Ruan slapped him cleanly and decisively.
How did things turn out like this between me and Su Ruan?
...
Back in her room, Su Ruan threw herself onto the big bed, pulled the blanket over her head, and went to sleep.
This sleep was as deep as falling into the ocean.
Last night's embarrassment and Yan Yunye's crazy talk have all receded like the tide overnight.
I don't know how long I slept until the phone rang like a needle, piercing my drowsy brain.
Su Ruan frowned and groped around, her eyelids too heavy to open, and said "hello" in a hoarse voice.
"Ruan Ruan! Something's happened!"
Song Shengsheng's voice slammed into my ears like a raging fire.
"Damn it! The artisan workshop we're working with just called and unilaterally broke the contract! They said they can't take our orders anymore!"
Su Ruan's mind went blank for a moment, and her sleepiness vanished instantly.
She sat up abruptly, the movement so sudden that she saw stars and her stomach clenched violently.
She clutched her stomach, her voice tense: "Reason?"
"What a load of bull!"
Song Shengsheng was so angry that she started swearing.
"All they said was that the production line was full and they would prioritize serving existing customers!"
"They did mention a penalty for breach of contract, but it's only the minimum amount stipulated in the contract. Are they trying to fob us off like beggars?"
"This amount of money isn't even a fraction of what it would cost to find a new workshop!"
Su Ruanxin felt her heart sink.
Zhenyi is a well-established workshop that they carefully selected, known for its exquisite craftsmanship and consistently good reputation.
The contract was signed, and the sampling had already started. Why did they suddenly pull this stunt?
There's something fishy going on here!
"The workshop manager called me, and I asked him personally."
"What's the point of asking! Their attitude is very firm; it's obvious there's no room for negotiation!"
Song Shengsheng's voice trembled with anger.
"Ruanruan, it's obvious someone's targeting us!"
"The Cocoon Exhibition is just around the corner, and the workshop has messed up. How are we going to deliver the goods? What about that 30 million bet..."
Su Ruan calmly interrupted her.
"I know."
"Don't worry, the sky won't fall."
"Immediately contact all the workshops on the shortlist that can handle high-end jewelry, ask them one by one. Prices are negotiable, speed is the priority!"
Song Shengsheng was extremely anxious on the other end of the phone.
"Finding alternatives? Softie, that's a distant solution that can't quench immediate thirst!"
"Which of those small workshops we're considering—their processes, production capacity, and lead times—can match the spirit of craftsmanship?"
She paused, then lowered her voice and made the suggestion.
"How about we talk to President Yan?"
"By using Qingyan's name, we can crush those opportunistic bastards! One word from him is more effective than us running ourselves ragged!"
"I won't look for it."
Two words: resolute and decisive.
Song Shengsheng was very puzzled: "Why?"
Su Ruan's voice deepened.
“If we can’t even handle the sample crisis and have to rely on Yan Tingnan to solve everything, then we should just give up on the SoftVoice brand.”
Song Shengsheng was speechless at her calmness, and it took her a long time to find her voice.
"What should we do? Time waits for no one, the Emergence of the Cocoon Exhibition is just around the corner!"
A fierce glint appeared in Su Ruan's eyes.
"Focus on those companies that have done OEM manufacturing for second-tier international companies. Their technological barriers are too high; if they can't be found domestically, then look abroad!"
"Small workshops can't handle whole orders, so they break them down into smaller subcontracts!"
"Can a living person die from holding in their pee?"
Song Shengsheng took a deep breath: "Okay! I'll do as you say!"
Su Ruan threw off the covers and got out of bed, continuing her speech.
"This breach of contract by the workshop is clearly a case of someone stabbing us in the back."
"I just signed the performance-based agreement, and the next day my supply chain was strangled? What a coincidence."
"Go and find out immediately which powerful figure is stabbing you in the back."
"Wen Wanwan? Yan Yunye? Or some other jealous dog? Dig them out!"
“Okay! I’ll take care of it right away!” Song Shengsheng quickly agreed.
Su Ruan hung up the phone, got up briskly, and washed up and changed her clothes.
She opened her suitcase and casually tossed the box of strategic supplies into the trash can.
It didn't come in handy; I'll try the XL next time.
The zipper snapped shut with a crisp click, bringing this disastrous team-building activity to a close.
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