Volume One, Chapter 97: She Wants Ye Sheng Dead

Qin Minshu’s face was struck to the side, and she stared at Ye Sheng in utter disbelief. “You dare hit me?”

Smack! Another crisp, domineering slap landed.

The sharp sound sent chills down the spines of everyone inside and outside the restroom.

Bian Xiaoyu stood in the corridor, not even daring to step inside.

Ye Sheng was really going all out.

After three years of divorce, she finally stood up for herself and dealt with the mistress!

Qin Minshu staggered from the blow, clutching her burning cheek as pain and fury reddened her eyes.

All her life, aside from her own parents, no one had ever dared to hit her like this.

“Ye Sheng, I’ll fight you—”

Qin Minshu, like a cornered beast, lunged at Ye Sheng, who ignored her wild, clawing hands and struck her again with the back of her hand.

This slap broke Qin Minshu down completely and made her burst into tears.

“Waaah—”

Standing at the restroom door, Huo Shuting’s eyes widened in shock.

Watching these three slaps land, she could almost feel the sting on her own face.

That day at the Huo residence, Ye Sheng had beaten her the same way—leaving her no chance to fight back, and it had taken several days at the beauty salon for her face to recover!

But today, as an onlooker watching Ye Sheng slap Qin Minshu, she couldn’t help but find it somewhat impressive.

“Brother!”

Huo Shuting rushed out to call Huo Mingting and complain, “Ye Sheng just slapped Qin Minshu! In the restroom at Donglin Grand Hotel—smack smack smack, three times!”

The old classmates standing in the hallway watched as Huo Shuting linked arms with her celebrity boyfriend, gleefully reporting the scene over the phone, her face alight with a kind of schadenfreude that only comes from a good spectacle.

Was it really true—Ye Sheng had slapped Qin Minshu?

Heavens, how did she dare?

To provoke Miss Qin, with the Qin family’s power and wealth—was Ye Sheng not afraid of retaliation?

Everyone was flustered. Li Yu urged a few girls to hurry in and intervene, but just as they were about to enter, Ye Sheng walked out of the restroom.

“Huo Shuting,” Ye Sheng called out.

Huo Shuting immediately froze, still clutching her phone, and looked back at Ye Sheng, whose face was as cold as ice. Her heart began to pound.

“W-what is it?”

Ye Sheng stepped forward. “You’re on the phone with your brother, aren’t you? Give it to me.”

Huo Shuting pouted, accidentally switching to speakerphone. A deep, commanding male voice came through the receiver. “Give the phone to Ye Sheng.”

The people in the corridor exchanged glances, speculating about the man on the other end.

Could it be Qin Minshu’s mysterious, wealthy fiancé, the president of the Huo Group?

Was it true, then, that Ye Sheng and Qin Minshu were rivals in love, both involved with the same man in succession…?

Ye Sheng took the phone, went straight into the private room to grab her coat and bag, nodded to everyone in farewell, and left without looking back.

“Huo Mingting, explain the matter about the hat,” Ye Sheng said calmly, her footsteps steady, as if the woman who had just caused a scene in the restroom wasn’t her at all.

But what shocked everyone even more was the name she uttered over the phone.

“Huo Mingting”—anyone in the pharmaceutical world knew the Huo Group.

And who hadn’t heard of “Huo Mingting”?

The dignified president of the Huo Group, and Ye Sheng addressed him by his full name, her tone hardly polite.

So this beautiful woman who’d just complained—she was the Huo family heiress?

Now, she was hanging onto her handsome boyfriend, skipping after Ye Sheng, enthusiastically demonstrating Ye Sheng’s slapping moves to Qin Hao.

“...Minshu?”

Someone gasped, and all heads turned to see Qin Minshu emerge from the restroom, her face swollen and crimson, looking like a defeated hen, all her earlier arrogance gone.

Ye Sheng...

Qin Minshu clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with murderous intent: she wanted Ye Sheng dead!