Chapter 27 The Joker
What the heck?
What are donkey-hide gelatin blood-tonifying granules?
Judging from the name, it must be some kind of tonic, but everyone present was either extremely wealthy or of high status, and the tonics they had consumed since childhood were all very expensive, such as bird's nest, shark fin, ginseng...
Where have I ever seen such cheap health supplements?
Zhao Xinting couldn't believe it. She frantically turned her bag upside down but couldn't find any suspicious items.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Zhao Xinting simply turned the bag upside down and shook it wildly, causing the contents of the bag to scatter all over the table.
But if it's not there, it's not there. No matter how hard she tries, the "evidence" she wants won't magically appear in her bag.
Seeing Zhao Xinting's crazed state, those around her frowned: This is truly disgraceful.
The cold, disdainful gaze made Zhao Xinting feel even more humiliated. She gripped Wen Yao's bag tightly and swung her arm around it so hard that several scratches appeared on the smooth bag.
Only Huang Mao felt sorry for his sweetheart. He stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Xinting's flailing hand, and patted her back.
"It's alright, it's just a misunderstanding, you meant well."
Zhao Xinting's taut nerves snapped under the gentle comforting words. She looked up at Wen Yao, her eyes reddening, and asked, "Why did you drink this stuff?"
Why would Wen Yao drink something that looks so cheap? Yes, yes, this was all a trap set for her; Wen Yao deliberately tried to harm her!
"You let me see this on purpose! You're setting me up!"
Huh? Wen Yao was simply unable to describe the shock and helplessness in her heart. Did this girl have some kind of paranoia?
She was already being so careful and evasive, the lights were so dim, and there were even handsome guys dancing in front of her, who would have thought that Zhao Xinting would stare at her so intently?
How outrageous!
Wen Yao remained expressionless, her mouth firing off a rapid-fire message: "Oh right, I deliberately let you expose me."
"So satisfying, so satisfying! This feeling of being exposed is so great, hahaha! I'm the clown in the circus, the monkey in the zoo, the two highest cards in a deck of cards. Surprise, excitement, anger—you've so casually dismissed my two years of painful performance. You've manipulated my emotions now."
"It feels so good, sis! Tell me more, sis! It feels so good, this is the feeling! It exposes everything I've been hiding, like pulling out a rat or cockroach that's been crawling in the shadows and putting it in the sunlight. All my self-esteem has been shattered. The feeling of thinking I've hidden everything so well but having everything exposed is so exhilarating. From anger to surprise to bewilderment, I've realized that in life I'm just a rat, a loser, a black sheep, a complete failure."
"Go on, I'm really enjoying this feeling!"
Wen Yao had a deadpan expression, but her tone was full of emotion and inflection, which caused a burst of laughter in the private room.
Even Zhao Xinting stood there, stunned, her lips moving but unable to utter a sound.
Wen Yao's mouth hadn't stopped yet, "Yes, I invented the time machine because I knew you would always be watching me, so I don't buy stocks, I don't buy lottery tickets, I don't make money, I travel through time just to come back and mess with you."
Fu Yan couldn't hold back any longer. She spat and pointed at the things scattered all over the table. "Zhao Xinting, you even went through my bag. Shouldn't you keep your promise? What did you just say?"
"Kneel down and apologize to Wen Yao in public?"
The socialites and gentlemen around them, seemingly eager to stir up trouble, pretended to whisper but were actually discussing things in loud voices:
"Yes, yes, they're being so aggressive over such a small thing."
"The parties involved all said it was a misunderstanding, and they don't know why Zhao Xinting is so persistent in pressing the issue."
"We really should apologize to Wen Yao."
"Although kneeling is a bit excessive, it was Zhao Xinting's own suggestion after all. She won't go back on her word, will she?"
...
Zhao Xinting's face turned from red to white. Her eyes flickered and her body stiffened. How could she kneel down to Wen Yao? There were more than a dozen people in the private room who were from the entertainment industry. If she knelt down, she would never be able to hold her head up again.
They'll definitely tell everyone!
Wen Yao interrupted the mockery of those present, waving her hand, "Let's skip kneeling, find something easier to do."
"I don't want any of these things anymore since you threw them all over the table. Including the bag, it's about 200,000 yuan. Remember to transfer the money to me."
"That's it?" Zhao Xinting couldn't believe it was that simple. She had overspent recently, but borrowing 200,000 from friends wouldn't be a problem.
"You wish." Wen Yao rolled her eyes. "Material compensation is what you should pay; you've already scratched the bag to pieces."
You must also compensate for emotional distress.
Wen Yao's long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes. She slightly closed her eyes, trying to hide the mischievousness in them, but this little bit of malice was mischievously revealed from the corners of her slightly curved lips.
"Here's what you'll do: post something on your WeChat Moments: 'Wen Yao and Fu Jinzhi are a match made in heaven. Wishing them a long and happy marriage.'"
"Public WeChat Moments, no grouping allowed."
She still remembered Zhao Xinting's provocative WeChat message, spouting nonsense about An Ruoruo and Fu Jinzhi being a perfect match.
Zhao Xinting clearly remembered as well; her face flushed red and then turned pale with anger. "Was that really necessary?!"
"Kneel or post on WeChat Moments, the choice is yours." Wen Yao never intended to do anything to Zhao Xinting.
Although Zhao Xinting was impulsive and thoughtless, Wen Yao didn't think she was wrong to report her for drugging someone.
If Wen Yao sees someone drugging another person, she will try to stop them.
Zhao Xinting gripped her phone tightly, trembling with rage. Her long manicure had left bloody crescent-shaped marks on her palms. "I'll post it!"
He spoke slowly and deliberately, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
Under Wen Yao's supervision, Zhao Xinting sent out this "humiliating and disgraceful" message with trembling hands.
Zhao Xinting considered herself to be very loyal and sentimental, and those few words were undoubtedly a betrayal of An Ruoruo.
She burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, and was gently comforted by the blond-haired man who pulled her into his arms.
Wen Yao: It can hold more than a garbage bag.
Zhao Xinting's sisterly affection couldn't compare to her own pride. When she was asked to choose, she didn't hesitate for even three seconds. Now, Wen Yao is being made to look like a villain who forced a good woman into prostitution.
Sure enough, seeing Zhao Xinting's pitiful appearance, some people began to forget her previous madness, and their gazes towards Wen Yao became somewhat strange.
They probably thought she was too ruthless.
Once again, Wen Yao stopped Fu Yan, who wanted to fight for her everywhere. She was not intimidated at all. She looked back at whoever looked at her without flinching. Her eyes were clear and bright, but they also carried an air of arrogance.
"Hahahaha." Seeing that Wen Yao had made several people shrink back, Fu Yan couldn't help but laugh. "Wen Yao, you really are... tsk tsk..."
Wen Yao withdrew her gaze, her voice calm and steady, just loud enough for everyone in the private room to hear, "If anyone peeks at me, I'll look back at them openly; if anyone whispers about me, I'll drag them out and confront them."
"That's the kind of person I am, so think about the consequences before you mess with me."
She was an orphan in her past life, but she never backed down. Now that she's rich and powerful, no one can make her suffer.
She is destined to be the most favored daughter of the Heavenly Dao!
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