Chapter 7: Women Should Not Make Enemies of One Another
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Mu Xiaoxiao glowered at Yin Shaojie through the corner of her eyes and said indignantly, “Do as you see fit!”
If he didn’t help her get even after being bullied, she would make him suffer.
Yin Shaojie would not have tolerated people bullying her even if she hadn’t complained, especially not when it was within the sphere of his control.
Yin Shaojie stared Han Yun’er down. “Tell me, Han Yun’er, how should I punish you?”
Under his gaze, Han Yun’er felt chills down her spine. Thinking on her feet and seeming to have reached a conclusion, she took a deep breath, raised a hand, and proceeded to give herself a slap.
“I’m sorry! It’s my fault! I shouldn’t have acted on my own accord!” She gave herself two more slaps as she continued to sob, tears streaming down her face. Her apology appeared to be genuinely sincere.
Upon hearing the two slaps and seeing Han Yun’er’s tear-stained face, Mu Xiaoxiao decided to drop the matter. “You can stop hitting yourself already.”
If she let this continue, people would think that she was a bully.
Anyway, women shouldn’t make enemies of one another.
Actually, she would rather not have confrontations or brawls with others if she could help it.
“Come on, let’s go home!” Mu Xiaoxiao commanded after she turned towards Yin Shaojie.
Yin Shaojie addressed the crowd, “I’ll be going first; continue to have fun or go home, whatever goes. Oh yeah, where’s my phone?”
“Young Master Jie, your phone’s here.” His assistant came forward.
Seeing his phone triggered memories of not being unable to reach him. She flared with annoyance.
Glaring at him, she said, “Yin Shaojie, you couldn’t recognize my voice when I called earlier, and my call for help to pay my taxi fare went ignored. If you’re not going to use your phone, you should just let me have it!”
In a grabbing motion, she reached out for the phone.
However, Yin Shaojie’s arm was longer than hers. He raised his arm forward, and the phone went out of her grasp.
Bending his arm, he slid his phone back into his pocket. He then wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her out.
“Aiya, what’s up with you? It’s so noisy in the booth; it’s normal to not be able to recognize your voice. What’s so important that you come looking for me as soon as you got back anyway?”
Yin Shaojie was curious. Even when Mu Xiaoxiao returned during New Year’s, she had never sought him out with this much enthusiasm.
With a doubtful smile on his face, he asked, “Xiaoxiao, could it be that… you’re suddenly head over heels in love with me? Coming to me with such haste and fighting with my ex—say, are you going to confess?”
Glancing upwards, Mu Xiaoxiao grinned, and she proceeded to lift her foot and stepped on his. Hard.
Yin Shaojie gritted his teeth in pain and glowered at her from the slits of his eyes. “B*tch! Can’t you handle a joke? Did you lose your sense of humor in America?”
Mu Xiaoxiao harrumphed and retorted, “I’m in a bad mood tonight!”
If he messed with her when she was in a bad mood, getting this treatment was just his desserts!
Yin Shaojie led her out of the bar and regained his composure. Leaning his arm on her shoulder casually, he asked, “So? What do you need me for?”
“To open your house door; I don’t have your keys,” she said. More importantly, she needed him because the door could only be unlocked by his palm.
Yin Shaojie was confused. “My house? My family is around; just give them a call, and someone would unlock the door for you. They would even line up to welcome you.”