Chapter 115 Are they still using techniques from eight hundred years ago?
Wen Yao followed An Ruoruo to a terrace with a wide view, directly facing the artificial lake.
The lakeside is decorated with LED strips, which shimmer and illuminate the clear night.
Wen Yao gazed at the artificial lake for a while, then looked at An Ruoruo with a hint of interest in her expression.
An Ruoruo's smile faded, clearly remembering her embarrassing moment that afternoon.
She looked at Wen Yao with a hint of arrogance: "I know everything about you and Jinzhi. You just drugged her to get ahead."
“You don’t understand Jinzhi. He doesn’t actually love you. He’s just doing this out of a sense of responsibility.”
"Do you really want to bind his life with his sense of responsibility?"
Wen Yao asked sincerely, "Didn't you have amnesia? How did you learn about Fu Jinzhi?"
An Ruoruo's eyelids twitched, and she raised her voice: "I've regained some of my memories, and Jinzhi is very good to me!"
“If you hadn’t gotten involved, he would have kept waiting for me.”
Wen Yao was astonished by her shamelessness and said with a strange expression, "Even if Fu Jinzhi and I are nothing, have you considered yourself?"
An Ruoruo: "What did you say?"
Wen Yao: "You have amnesia. Aren't you afraid that you had a lover before?"
An Ruoruo snorted coldly, "Everyone knows that Jinzhi has been my only close male friend since I was a child."
That's because An Ruoruo likes women!
Wen Yao was speechless. "Don't be so rigid about gender."
"What disgusting things are you saying!" An Ruoruo's expression changed drastically after realizing what Wen Yao was saying.
She is homophobic and feels nauseous whenever she sees homosexuals, and feels even more disgusted when she thinks about herself.
An Ruoruo quickly patted herself, as if trying to drive away some bad luck.
She looked up at Wen Yao again, "Don't change the subject."
"Are you going to give up Jinzhi or not?"
“No, he’s mine,” Wen Yao replied decisively.
"I've already given you a chance, but you didn't appreciate it!" An Ruoruo's eyes were cold.
Before Wen Yao could even complain about this standard villainous statement, a familiar figure suddenly pushed open the door and walked in—Zhao Xinting.
Uh, even if it's two against one, you still can't beat me.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Three forceful slaps landed on An Ruoruo's face, instantly swelling her fair cheeks.
The three handprints did not overlap completely, as if a handprint clone technique had been activated on An Ruoruo's face.
Wen Yao looked at her like an old man on the subway looking at his phone. When did Zhao Xinting and An Ruoruo have a falling out? This beating was really brutal.
Still in a daze, Zhao Xinting suddenly pushed open the door and shouted loudly, "Wen Yao is hitting someone! Come quick and save Ruoruo!"
Wen Yao: "..."
So that's what they were up to. This is a trap from eight hundred years ago. Why are they still using it now? Doesn't it seem outdated?
“There are surveillance cameras,” Wen Yao complained.
"No," An Ruoruo said softly, covering her face.
In just a short while, she had huddled vulnerablely in a corner, her face filled with fear.
His gaze toward Wen Yao held a hint of mockery.
An Ruoruo: "The security camera accidentally broke down~"
Wen Yao really didn't understand what An Ruoruo was so proud of. Did she think her scheme of getting slapped three times was brilliant?
Sometimes she really wanted to call the police. You're using the body of this indigenous woman, An Ruoruo, like this. Don't you have to pay compensation for emotional distress?
There were already many people paying attention to this area, and with Zhao Xinting's scream, the crowd quickly gathered around.
Madam An's face was filled with anger: "Wen Yao, what are you doing?"
Wen Yao shrugged: "Let the two of them speak first. I also want to know what role I've been assigned."
An Ruoruo gritted her teeth inwardly. How could Wen Yao be so confident? Just because of Fu Jinzhi's love?
With such conclusive evidence, Fu Jinzhi shouldn't be too biased towards Wen Yao. She is both Fu Jinzhi's ideal woman and his savior, so Fu Jinzhi should feel guilty and pity towards her.
An Ruoruo used a feigned retreat to advance. She wiped away her tears and pretended to be strong. The bright red handprint on her pale face was a stark contrast.
An Ruoruo: "It's my fault. Wen Yao was just impulsive."
Zhao Xinting: "Ruo Ruo, you're always so kind, I really can't stand it anymore."
Zhao Xinting looked at Fu Jinzhi resentfully, "Ruoruo just explained your relationship to her and wished you happiness."
"Wen Yao thought she was there to show off, and even hit her!"
Zhao Xinting had rehearsed her short speech many times and thought she had performed very well, but she noticed out of the corner of her eye that no one was paying attention to her.
She turned around unwillingly, only to see Wen Yao had dragged a chair over at some point, sitting next to her with her legs crossed, watching her act while eating sunflower seeds.
"Why did you stop? Keep going!" Wen Yao urged.
"Screw you!" Zhao Xinting's head was buzzing, and she wished she could throw all of Wen Yao's sunflower seeds away.
After hearing the "stories," Madam An's dignified face was filled with anger. Her eyebrows furrowed: "Wen Yao, I need an explanation from you. This matter will not be left like this!"
"Ruoruo and Jinzhi are childhood sweethearts, which is a fact you can't change. Now that you're married, you should be more understanding!"
Wen Yao found it funny that someone who castrated her husband because he cheated on her was advising her to be magnanimous. What kind of joke was that?
Fu Jinzhi stopped Madam An, his eyes carrying a warning: "It's only one side of the story, Madam An, there's no need to jump to conclusions so quickly."
Madam An scoffed, "Would our Ruoruo slap herself just to slander her?"
"Look at Ruoruo's face! My daughter isn't stupid!"
Upon hearing this, An Ruoruo, who was still standing in the corner, stiffened.
"Pfft!" Wen Yao couldn't hold back this time. She laughed so hard that she was shaking, which made Madam An even more furious.
Wen Yao tried to suppress her smile, cleared her throat, and pointed at Zhao Xinting: "Actress No. 2, tell me how I hit Miss An Ruoruo."
A surge of malice welled up in Zhao Xinting's heart, and a lie slipped out: "I saw you swing your arm wide and slap Ruoruo three times with all your might!"
“Very good.” Wen Yao nodded, stood up from her chair, and looked around.
Zhao Xinting thought she was looking for surveillance footage and almost burst out laughing. She said righteously, "With so many people watching, you can't escape!"
The surveillance cameras in this area had already "broken" under her orders, and Wen Yao couldn't clear her name no matter what.
Ignoring Zhao Xinting's words, Wen Yao found a mahogany table and then looked up at everyone to indicate, "This is a solid wood table, right?"
A man next to him nodded in bewilderment. This manor was a high-end place, so the furnishings were naturally made of solid wood.
"Don't miss it if you're passing by!" Wen Yao's greeting drew everyone's attention.
"I swung my arm with all my might!"
"He gave it his all and slapped me three times in a row!"
Wen Yao says a sentence and then makes a gesture.
With a loud bang, the solid wood table snapped in two, leaving everyone stunned.
Wen Yao withdrew her hand and showed it to everyone, "What a pity, I still need two more slaps."
Wen Yao was beautiful, her beauty enhanced by the lamplight and moonlight. She waved her slender hand, her voice sweet and clear:
"Anyone who survives three slaps from my arm can be sent to the research institute for dissection."
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