Chapter 148 Wen Yao: I'm Always Too Kind
Several F country dignitaries looked extremely grim.
On the one hand, they come from very wealthy families, and they can't bear to be the laughingstock of everyone.
On the other hand, there's the national situation in Country F; saying they're incapable is more painful than cursing them to die.
One of the brown-haired dignitaries could no longer control his emotions. He stood up in extreme anger, his voice so loud it cracked, "Wen Yao, you must apologize to me!"
"You have launched the most vicious personal attack and humiliation against me. I will not forgive you unless your apology is sincere!"
His devastated appearance suggested he had suffered a tremendous injustice.
Uh, you F country people are really something...
"You're allowed to deceive my feelings, but I'm not allowed to expose the truth?" Wen Yao's clear eyes were full of sarcasm. "Don't even think about forgiving me, I won't apologize at all!"
The brown-haired nobleman was rendered speechless, gasping for breath several times before stammering, "I want a fair duel with you to uphold my dignity as a man!"
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
Duels have been a tradition in Country F since ancient times. Whenever there is a problem that neither side is willing to back down and only wants to resolve it privately, a duel can be initiated.
There are no specific requirements for this duel, except that it cannot result in death.
The F-country onlookers stared wide-eyed, gasping in shock. "It seems he's truly lost his mind from anger. I've never seen a man challenge a woman to a duel before!"
"He has absolutely no gentlemanly manners!"
"This is not fair!"
...
Hearing the crowd's discussion, the brown-haired nobleman regained some of his composure. He gritted his teeth, realizing that he had been too impulsive.
He turned to look at his other companions, hoping to get some help, but found that Lanchi and the others had already hidden far away, looking around and avoiding his eyes.
The brown-haired nobleman's temper flared up instantly. He clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, realizing he couldn't find a solution in his companion.
The brown-haired tycoon turned his gaze back to Wen Yao and the other person, his eyes flashing as he let out a cold laugh.
Brown-haired gentry: "Of course I cannot duel with a lady."
“Then, Mr. Fu,” the brown-haired tycoon pointed at Fu Jinzhi, his eyes filled with provocation, “since Wen Yao is your wife, then you should accept this duel on her behalf.”
Wen Yao slightly lifted her eyelids and pressed down Fu Jinzhi, who was about to step forward.
It wasn't that she thought Fu Jinzhi would lose, but why should he?
The one who starts it is the one who's rude. These people provoke her for no reason, yet they expect him and Fu Jinzhi to abide by the rules they set.
What kind of good deal is that?
Wen Yao gently tidied the stray hairs at her temples and glanced at the brown-haired nobleman, "What if I don't agree?"
A hint of smugness flashed across the brown-haired tycoon's face, and his voice was high-pitched and deliberately heroic, "Then I'll smash my head against this pillar and wash away my stain with my blood!"
Good grief, are you trying to use moral blackmail now? Wen Yao narrowed her eyes.
Seeing the silence around him, the brown-haired tycoon squeezed out a tear and continued to bolster his own position: "Blood may flow, heads may be severed, but dignity cannot be dishonored!"
Upon hearing this, several nobles from F country immediately stepped forward, their faces full of feigned concern. "Allen, don't do this. I believe Mr. Fu will agree."
Brown-haired elites: "Don't stop us..."
Before they could finish speaking, a flash of wind swept through their vision, as if a gust of wind had swept by.
Before the brown-haired tycoon and the others could react, Wen Yao had already run up behind him and kicked out.
All the onlookers saw was a streak of light flash by, and the brown-haired nobleman, like a kite with a broken string, drew an arc in the air before crashing headfirst into a Roman column.
After a loud bang, there was no blood, but the person passed out.
Wen Yao withdrew her leg with satisfaction, a smile playing on her lips.
Not bad, the force is just right, it's dazed but not brain-damaging.
Lanqi was the first to react. He stared at Wen Yao with wide eyes, his voice trembling: "You, you're intentionally hurting me!"
Wen Yao's expression hardened, and her voice was filled with displeasure: "What do you mean by intentional injury? I was helping him!"
Lanchi's expression twisted, his azure eyes now like shattered gems. "We saw it with our own eyes. You kicked Allen into the pillar. There are security cameras here!"
As he spoke, Lanqi glanced around, hoping to gain everyone's support.
Wen Yao spoke with a straight face, her beautiful features raised, "So I'm helping him. Wasn't it this brown-haired man who wanted to run into the pillar just now?"
Lanqi choked. Allen didn't really want to run into the pillar; he just wanted to force Fu Jinzhi to fight him!
Lanchi: "That's just sophistry! Cold-blooded and rude!"
Lanqi was so angry that his head was spinning. He wanted to use every lowly word to describe Wen Yao, but he couldn't think of one for a moment.
"Heh..." Wen Yao sneered, slamming her hand on the table in anger, her eyes filled with disappointment and reluctance.
Wen Yao: "This Mr. Lauren..."
Lanchi forced out a voice through gritted teeth: "It's Allen!"
Wen Yao readily agreed, "Okay, Allen."
Wen Yao sniffled, seemingly heartbroken. "This Mr. Allen was almost crying just now. I couldn't bear it, so I helped him hit the pillar."
Wen Yao glanced at the F country dignitaries and said, "Since you can gang up on me, you must have a good relationship."
"Why are you so cold-blooded and heartless! You just watch a proud and upright gentleman from France shed tears of humility, yet you refuse to lend a helping hand!"
"This world is ruined!" Wen Yao clutched her chest, as if in excruciating pain. "I simply can't breathe!"
Ron was stunned by Wen Yao's affected acting; veins throbbed on his forehead, and he spoke slowly and deliberately.
"You clearly didn't want Allen to duel with Fu Jinzhi and deliberately hurt him!"
Wen Yao, who had just said she could hardly breathe, immediately became lively and energetic.
She straightened up, glanced at Ron with a half-smile, and deliberately drew out her words, her tone mischievous:
"Hey, you can't wrong an innocent person! He can be kicked away by me, what's there to be afraid of?"
"My husband could punch him so hard he'd be slammed against the wall, and you couldn't pry him off!"
Under Ron's angry gaze, Wen Yao wiped her eyes and said, "Don't think there are no good people in the world just because you are indifferent."
"Although I always get hurt because I'm too kind, I just can't control myself."
"When I see someone in need of help, even if they have just offended me, I will put aside past grievances and be happy to help them."
Lan Qi was stunned. Compared to her clumsy acting just now, Wen Yao now seemed to be acting with genuine emotion, without any trace of performance.
But who would believe what she said is true?
The meeting with Fu Jin.
He frowned, stepped forward, and patted Wen Yao's shoulder, his eyes showing both disapproval and heartache: "Yao Yao, your kindness cannot be without its edge."
Bah!
At that moment, the vast majority of people present expressed the same sentiment.
"Nonsense, you're talking complete nonsense!!!"
In his short 17 years of life, Lanqi had never met anyone like Wen Yao, and he was so anxious he was jumping up and down.
"If you had accepted Allen's duel request, he wouldn't have wanted to bang his head against the pillar at all!"
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