After the True Heiress Travels Back-Chapter 119: The Porcelain Bumpers Have Arrived

Passersby watched the man’s actions, their hearts squeezed tight, fearing that he would actually kick the table over.

Shi Yaoguang, however, had no such worries; she just watched with a cold eye as the man kicked the table.

As the man kicked the edge of the table, some people closed their eyes, not wanting to witness the shattering of bottles and jars.

However, an accident happened.

The man’s kick did not break the leg of the table.

Instead, he let out a wail of pain.

"Ow—"

Clutching the leg he had used to kick the table, he hopped about on one foot, gasping for air.

It looked rather ridiculous.

Shi Yaoguang’s calm gaze swept over him, and she tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Still trying to stage an accident?"

The other men were chilled by her gaze, but the voice in their earphones gave them courage.

One of the men scoffed harshly, "Don’t think that we’ll be afraid of you because of this!"

As he spoke, he took out a printed photo.

"You caused my sister to end up like this; you must give an explanation!"

Everyone looked at the photo in his hand, in which was a woman whose face was completely disfigured.

The woman’s features were so ruined they were no longer recognizable, her face covered in festering, puss-filled sores; the only intact part were her eyes.

Seeing the photo, everyone involuntarily hissed.

If this were true, Shi Yaoguang would not be credible.

Shi Yaoguang looked at the photo, but she showed a smile.

Zheng Ze naturally noticed the content of the photo as well, and upon seeing it, his fists clenched tight.

No one there, apart from Shi Yaoguang, knew why he reacted this way.

As for the real reason...

Well, that was quite a coincidence.

The trouble-making man had presented a photo that just happened to be of Zheng Ze’s sister, Zheng Xiuxin.

Recently, Zheng Xiuxin had been disfigured, and to seek an explanation from An Siqi, photos had been released.

At the time, the Zheng family thought to use public opinion to pressure An Siqi.

This photo was probably uploaded during that period.

The man had found a photo online and, of all people, he had unfortunately stumbled upon Zheng Xiuxin—it really was bad luck.

Shi Yaoguang sighed inwardly, and Zheng Ze watched the trouble-making man, sneered, "You say that the person in the photo is your sister; how do you prove it?"

The troublemaker was fully prepared, speaking with certainty, "My family’s girl needs no proof. If you don’t believe it, I can say it out loud."

He introduced himself, "I, Pan Hang! The thirteenth-generation eldest grandson of the old Pan family, my sister Pan Zhiihua is the prettiest girl in our Pan family estate. If it weren’t for what you did to her, she could have even participated in beauty contests!"

The man claiming to be Pan Hang said this with a face full of regret, the look in his eyes when he saw Shi Yaoguang was filled with accusation.

The very image of a big brother heartbroken over his sister’s disfigurement.

Both the passersby and the live streaming audience were somewhat moved.

Shi Yaoguang, however, did not show even the slightest bit of panic, and after he finished speaking, she asked sensibly, "Since you claim the girl in the photo with the ruined face is your sister Pan Zhiihua, then you should bring out a photo of her before the disfigurement, so that I can make a comparison."

"Secondly, you say your sister has been disfigured; I would like to know how she is doing now, can you provide a recent photo of her?"

Shi Yaoguang was too calm, leaving Pan Hang unsure of how to respond for a moment.

The voice in his earphone was quicker to react than he was, promptly relaying how he should respond.

The next second, Pan Hang’s expression changed.

One second ago, he was the tough guy causing trouble.

The next second, his eyes reddened, and tears began to fall.

A tough guy with a tender heart, it was unavoidably moving to watch.

Passersby couldn’t help but start to doubt Shi Yaoguang, after all, everyone was encountering the situation for the first time, and Pan Hang seemed so genuinely emotional.

They didn’t understand Shi Yaoguang and, seeing Pan Hang at a disadvantage, they naturally felt a bias towards him.

Shi Yaoguang, however, remained calm, her expression not betraying any guilt or fear.

She continued to face Pan Hang and the others with a serene and composed demeanor.

Pan Hang shed tears, waiting until the mood had sufficiently simmered before he started to speak with a choked voice.

"My sister, my sister she..."

Before he could finish, he started crying again.

This time, his shoulders shook as he sobbed uncontrollably, looking just like someone who had just lost a loved one.

Seeing this, the crowd all began to form a rather grim suspicion.

With him like this...

Could it be that his sister’s fate was more tragedy than fortune?

Indeed, as everyone had guessed.

After Pan Hang stopped crying, he pointed at Shi Yaoguang and accused her, saying she was responsible for his sister’s death.

"It’s all your fault! If it weren’t for you causing my sister’s disfigurement, she wouldn’t have committed suicide by slitting her wrists at home!"

His words were like a stone stirring up a thousand ripples.

The onlookers couldn’t help but point at Shi Yaoguang and whisper among themselves, while the live stream’s chat was flooded with vile comments.

Shi Yaoguang still had that unflappable expression on her face, void of any superfluous emotion as she looked at Pan Hang.

Everyone labeled her as "cold-blooded."

Shi Yaoguang, ignoring the odd looks from the crowd, asked without a hint of emotion in her tone, "You say your sister was disfigured because of me, and committed suicide because of the disfigurement, do you have evidence?"

Upon hearing this, the crowd’s cursing grew louder.

Pan Hang hadn’t expected Shi Yaoguang to play her cards in such an unorthodox manner.

He was dumbfounded for a bit before he hoarsely said, "How can you be so heartless? My sister is dead, and you’re still asking me for evidence? Are you such a person that, just to make money, you can disregard a consumer’s life? If that’s the case, what if I killed you and then gave you money, would you accept that?"

"Exactly, you woman are too cold-blooded, how could there be someone like you..."

"You caused someone’s sister to be harmed and still make heartless remarks, truly disgusting..."

"I remember now, wasn’t there an incident before about a live stream selling fake products that caused disfigurement? She’s the one who made money from live streaming!"

Beneath the intense discussions, if they hadn’t been without rotten eggs, they would have wanted to throw them at Shi Yaoguang.

Zheng Ze, watching this farce, could no longer stand it.

He had originally wanted to see what kind of trouble Pan Hang was planning to stir up.

Now it seemed that he was up to no good from the start.

What’s more, of all the photos to make a fuss with, why did he have to use his sister’s?

That alone could be forgiven, but he actually cursed his sister to commit suicide by slitting her wrists!

Was this guy even human?

Zheng Ze, unable to bear the injustice any longer, immediately rushed forward and punched Pan Hang in the face.

Shi Yaoguang didn’t expect Zheng Ze to throw a punch; worried he might get hurt, she hurried forward to break up the fight.

Pan Hang hadn’t expected Zheng Ze, who appeared frail, to suddenly hit him, and he took a solid punch.

Once he recovered from the shock, he raised his fist and pounded back.

Dared to hit him?

Still too green!

He thought his punch would make this weakling cry.

Yet, to his surprise, as his fist was halfway through, his wrist was casually seized by a delicate and fair hand.