Chapter 147 Wen Yao "Casts a Curse"
Fu Jinzhi felt a vague unease; he was certain that Wen Yao was right in the eye of the storm.
No one knows what kind of constitution Wen Yao has, but whenever she goes out, she almost always attracts bloodshed and chaos.
Poor little thing.
Thinking of this, Fu Jinzhi could no longer sit still. He stood up and bid farewell to the high-ranking official from Country X:
"Mr. Jiang, my wife seems to be in trouble. I'm afraid I'll have to excuse myself for a moment. Please forgive me."
Mr. Jiang was an approachable elder. He spoke in H language with a Chinese accent, saying, "Go quickly. I've already sent your contact information. We can keep in touch anytime."
Watching Fu Jinzhi's hurried departure, Mr. Jiang took a sip of red wine and remarked, "He's still young after all!"
In their previous interactions, Fu Jinzhi was meticulous, but also lacked a certain warmth.
Mr. Jiang personally proposed this resort project, not only to promote economic development, but also to fulfill his wife's dream.
While he believes in addressing issues objectively, he always hopes that his partners are not so profit-driven.
Fu Jinzhi moved with lightning speed and soon arrived not far from Wen Yao.
Looking at the slender and pitiful Wen Yao, surrounded by several burly F country men with ill intentions, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Pushing aside the encirclement, Fu Jinzhi stood in front of Wen Yao, his handsome face clouded with gloom, his peach blossom eyes dark and deep. "What do you gentlemen want to do?"
"It is probably ungentlemanly for so many men to gang up on a lady."
Several F-country dignitaries exchanged glances, surprised that Fu Jinzhi was quite attentive to his mistress Wen Yao, and was completely protective of her.
But things have already progressed to this point, with so many people watching. If they back down easily, they will only invite ridicule.
“Mr. Fu, we just wanted to have a few words with your mistress, and she started swearing at us.”
"You shouldn't have brought such an uncultured, low-class person here."
...
After a few words, Fu Jinzhi's eyes were already looking at a dead person.
He knew Wen Yao well; although she always said surprising things, she never went out of her way to cause trouble.
Even if she really did start swearing, it must have been these people who angered her first, and they even dared to falsely accuse her...
A sinister glint appeared on Fu Jinzhi's otherwise impeccably handsome face. The slight upturn of his lips seemed to carry a chilling poison. The facade of politeness he usually wore in social situations had been torn away, revealing the true evil of Fu Jinzhi.
He casually picked up a gold-plated plate and threw it, which grazed the face of the loudest F countryman.
The sound of the plate breaking was like a bolt from the blue, and the banquet hall fell silent instantly.
Fu Jinzhi withdrew his hand and smiled without apology, "Sorry, my hand slipped."
His eyes were dark and ruthless. "What were you saying just now? I didn't hear you clearly."
Fu Jinzhi embraced Wen Yao in his arms, adopting a protective stance. "Let me introduce you. This is my wife, Wen Yao. Ah, she is also my master, my beloved."
His gaze swept over the first person to speak. "So, what do you mean by 'chatting' with my wife?"
"Is it something I don't want to hear?"
The F-country nobleman, being stared at, got goosebumps and cursed inwardly:
Saying that people from H country are conservative and reserved is just a stereotype! Playing the role of a mistress in public with one's legal wife is even more outrageous than what people from F country do!
Sensing the situation was turning bad, Ron, the oldest among them, was racing through his thoughts.
He clutched his head, crying out in pain, "Ouch, my head hurts so much! It feels like it's being sawed open!"
His face was pale and he was covered in cold sweat, yet he acted quite convincingly.
Seeing the others looking like idiots, Ron gritted his teeth. What a bunch of fools! He had to make them spell it out!
Ron gasped in pain, "Wen Yao, could it be that Wen Yao cast a spell on me? I've never felt such strange pain before!"
Now, the other F country dignitaries finally understood what Ron was up to.
When the situation is unfavorable, we must create a new situation, always maintain the moral high ground, and prevent the other party from holding us accountable.
Lanqi's eyes darted around, and he exclaimed dramatically, "Yes, Wen Yao just said some Chinese that we can't understand. It must be an evil curse."
The others chimed in agreement:
"Yes, people from Country H do have some strange and unusual tricks up their sleeves!"
"Ah, I also feel a bit of a headache!"
"It was just a small argument, how could they curse us?"
...
Wen Yao was so angry she almost laughed. What was going on? A witch hunt?
Fu Jinzhi behind her was breathing heavily, his heart pounding so hard that Wen Yao could clearly feel it even in the noisy environment—he seemed furious.
Seeing that Fu Jinzhi's hand around her waist was loosening, Wen Yao was no longer angry.
She patted Fu Jinzhi's hand, her voice soft as if she were pleading, "Let me play, I might stay angry if you don't do it yourself."
After calming the enraged Fu Jinzhi, Wen Yao took a few steps closer, tilting her head playfully: "Where's the evidence?"
"I was just saying you were being racist, calling us H country people an inferior race!"
Ron's brow twitched. The label of racial discrimination was something even nobles couldn't afford.
Lanqi immediately shook his phone, "I have evidence. I recorded everything you just said!"
Even if it's not a curse, it must be some kind of insulting or offensive statement.
If she were released in public, people would only think that Wen Yao was not presentable, and they would still have the upper hand.
Wen Yao almost burst out laughing. She cleared her throat twice and said, "I was just stating the truth. I didn't insult anyone."
Lanqi didn't believe it at all. After asking everyone to be quiet, he turned his phone volume up to the maximum and played Wen Yao's recording.
The recording was short, less than a minute long, yet it caused those who could understand H language to contort their faces.
Kolanqi didn't see the behavior of these people; he could only see Fu Jinzhi's strange expression, which made him more and more confident—these must be offensive remarks!
He grabbed a translator and ordered him to go on stage and translate Wen Yao's words into both F language and Y language.
The translator awkwardly replied, "Sir, I assure you that it was not a curse."
Lanqi knew for sure that it wasn't, but at least it was an insult that would force Wen Yao to apologize to them.
Ron: "Even if it's not, we need to clear up the misunderstanding as soon as possible. Go to the stage and translate."
He gave the translator a look, signaling him to go further down the offensive line, and the translator couldn't help but gasp.
But under pressure from several nobles from Country F, he reluctantly went on stage and, without looking to the side, translated Wen Yao's words:
"I understand that you're just using impotence to vent your emotions. Impotence is very damaging to men's mental health; most men will feel very inferior. Male impotence can also lead to excessive depression, requiring timely medical attention or effective psychological counseling. It can also cause irritability and frequent, inexplicable outbursts of temper. Men with impotence are extremely vulnerable psychologically, and family and friends should provide extra care and support to help them build confidence and hope..."
Help! What is he translating?!
The bilingual translation was completed quickly, and the entire room was initially silent before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.
Is this a curse?
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