1734: The Same Birthmark (Part Thirty-one)

The Same Birthmark (Part Thirty-one)

Mo Fei had always been known for her bad temper. If Ye Yuwei did not hold onto her, the four golden flowers would have already been sent to the hospital.2

"Are you sure you want to stop us from leaving?" Ye Yuwei's eyes were cold as she looked at the women in front of her.

"You want to leave after hitting someone? Do you honestly think something as great as that would happen? Just you wait." The woman was so snobbish her nose had risen all the way up her head.

Ye Yuwei nodded and looked at the women in front of her. When her gaze landed on Ding Jiaqi, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

Ding Jiaqi frowned. She had an inkling that Ye Yuwei looked familiar, but she could not remember where she had seen her before. She felt uneasy.

"Okay, I'll wait. You can find someone to deal with us," Ye Yuwei sneered.

"Why are you wasting your breath on them?" Mo Fei was unhappy with them and was more than willing to beat them up.

Ye Yuwei pulled her back to sit down. "Dear gangster lady, hitting people will lead to public backlash."

Mo Fei scoffed. "This kind of person deserves a beating."

Ye Yuwei smiled and comforted Mo Feias they waited for the legendary fiance mentioned.

Ye Yuwei was chatting to Mo Fei when she suddenly heard the bride-to-be's ear-splitting cries. Her backer must have arrived.

"Xiong Hong, it was those two women who hit me." The woman's shrill voice rang.

The man called Xiong Hong looked quite handsome. He lowered his head to look at the woman's wrist, and his expression changed. He walked over.

"Hey, b*tch, you get up." The bride-to-be's arrogant voice sounded.

Ye Yuwei dug her ears. She really did not like the word 'b*tch'. She got up and slowly turned around.

The man called Xiong Hong seemed ready to question Ye Yuwei, but when he saw Ye Yuwei, his expression changed. "Ye, Manager Ye."

Ye Yuwei straightened up and smiled. "Oh, it's Young Master Xiong. I'm sorry I got into an argument with your fiancée."

Xiong Hong's body trembled instinctively. "Manager Ye, she was insensible. Allow me to apologize to Manager Ye on her behalf."

"There's no need for an apology. But I must say, Mrs. Xiong really has a dirty mouth," Ye Yuwei replied, her tone turning colder. "That was why my friend couldn't hold back either."

"She should be taught a lesson; she deserves a lesson," Xiong Hong said as he wiped the sweat off his brows.

"Xiong Hong, what are you talking about? This b*tch—"

"Why are you still talking? Shut up," Xiong Hong scolded angrily. He turned around and changed his expression. "Manager Ye, did you see anything you like? Why don't I pay for Manager Ye today?"

Ye Yuwei lowered her head and tidied her clothes slowly, making Xiong Hong swallow hard. This action was exactly the same as Gu Juexi's.

"There's really no need to apologize to me, but Mrs. Xiong offended my friend. It's up to my friend what to do," Ye Yuwei said as she turned to look at Mo Fei.

Mo Fei did not even bother raising her head. "Chop off her hands."

Ye Yuwei, "..."

'Gangster Lady, can't you take it easy?'

After hearing Mo Fei say that, everyone's expressions looked twisted. Chop— Chop them off?

Involuntarily beads of sweat appeared on Xiong Hong's forehead.

The woman's face was filled with fear. Her hand was still dislocated, and this woman was very scary. If she really crippled her hands—

"Xiong Hong, Xiong Hong—"

"Manager Ye, it's not right to cause anyone harm. Do you think there's a chance that—" Xiong Hong pleaded.

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