Chapter 188: Chapter 188: Not Hitting You Would Be a Disservice to My Conscience_1

"Stop deluding yourselves here. I know both of you, husband and wife, better than anyone. When Tian Ming and I were together, you always vehemently opposed us. Now that Tian Ming is dead, you still won’t let me go, wanting to use me as a bargaining chip to gain benefits for yourselves. Your hearts are truly ruthless and poisonous, utterly inhumane. You don’t deserve to be Tian Ming’s family members,"

Yan Ling roared with an angry expression, her voice icy cold.

"What did you just say, you slut?"

The heavily made-up woman snapped, her face showing a touch of embarrassment as she blurted out the insult.

"Yang Meili, please speak with some respect,"

Yan Ling said, her expression growing colder as she looked at the heavily made-up woman before her.

"Respect?"

The woman sneered with disdain.

"You went out of your way to seduce Tian Ming with all your tricks. Aren’t you a slut? And don’t think we don’t know what you’re up to now, running a bar, flirting and teasing there every day."

"Who knows how many men you’ve seduced, you’re nothing but a ***** rode by men. Here you are pretending to be the virtuous saintess, it’s your ancestors’ graves billowing with blue smoke that Mr. Wu would fancy you. You’re still pretending to be high and mighty, how laughable."

Hearing the vulgar and unabashedly offensive words from the heavily made-up woman, Yan Ling’s face became extremely ugly, dark as water, her eyes filled with intense anger.

"You... shut your mouth!"

"Shut my mouth? Why should I? Did I hit a nerve? Just look at you with your seductive fox-like appearance, clearly a vixen luring men. If Mr. Wu hadn’t taken a liking to you, we wouldn’t even bother seeing you. Let me tell you, Mr. Wu has already arrived in Zhonghai and he will be coming over soon. You have no choice in the matter,"

the woman said with an air of absolute certainty, her heavily made-up face marked by a snide harshness.

"You..."

Yan Ling was so infuriated that her ample chest heaved violently, her pretty face grew pale, and she was so agitated that she didn’t know how to retort, her eyes showing helplessness.

Bang!

Suddenly, a loud bang startled the three people in the private room as the door was kicked open. A figure walked in slowly; it was Ye Luo, who had been listening outside the door for a while.

At that moment, Ye Luo’s eyes were emitting a cold gleam, his whole body radiated an icy chill.

"Ye Luo!"

Seeing Ye Luo appear, Yan Ling’s helpless eyes showed a mix of surprise and joy.

"You little brat, who are you?"

The heavily made-up woman said, taken aback by Ye Luo’s sudden arrival.

"I’m not usually one to hit women, but for someone as cheap as you, I really can’t help it. If I don’t, it feels like a disservice to my kind and righteous heart,"

Ye Luo said coldly as he walked toward the woman, exuding a terrifyingly cold aura.

"What... what do you want to do?"

Seeing Ye Luo walking towards her, and feeling the icy aura emanating from him, Yang Meili felt as if she had plunged into an ice cave, a chill spreading through her as her eyes flickered with fear.

"Kid, who are you, don’t you dare mess around!"

At this moment, the middle-aged man stood up, pointing at Ye Luo and barked sternly.

Slap!

Ye Luo didn’t care about what the middle-aged man said, he harshly slapped the woman across the face, sending her flying on the spot, Ye Luo even saw a layer of powder splatter from her face.

"Damn, how much makeup did you put on? No wonder you look like a ghost. Women like you are an insult to all women. Let me help you with a makeover; I just invented a move called the ’Pretty Punch.’ Guaranteed to make you even more beautiful."

Ye Luo’s mouth curved into a wicked smirk as he stepped forward and swung his hands fiercely.

Thump thump thump...

A series of dull sounds exploded as Ye Luo’s fists pummeled the woman’s face repeatedly, eliciting a succession of wails that echoed throughout the private room, changing the expressions of the middle-aged man and Yan Ling.

"Asshole, what are you doing?"

The middle-aged man, seeing his wife being so abused, was furious. He charged directly toward Ye Luo.

Slap!

But before he could get close to Ye Luo, Ye Luo turned around and sent a slap flying, flinging the middle-aged man into the air and heavily smashing him against a wooden cabinet behind him, shattering it. The man fell to the floor with a wail, half of his face blooming with bruises.

As for the woman, she had become a complete mess, with a swollen face and probably unrecognizable even to her own relatives.

"Awesome!"

Ye Luo exclaimed with satisfaction, his face looking utterly refreshed.

"Ye Luo, this..."

Yan Ling looked at the middle-aged man and the woman lying on the ground and wailing, her face stupefied, unable to react for quite some time. Her eyes turned towards Ye Luo.

Ye Luo walked over to Yan Ling, pulling her into his embrace, his voice gently murmuring, "Sister Yan, I’m sorry you had to suffer. I’ve taken revenge for you. How do you feel? If you’re still angry, don’t hold back. Give them a good beating so they’ll know just how formidable you are."

"No... no need, thank you!"

Yan Ling’s expression shifted slightly, and a strange look flitted across her eyes as she gazed at Ye Luo, her eyes shimmering with a different kind of emotion.

Just then, footsteps sounded from outside the private room, and a man in a white suit, looking mature and composed, walked in, followed by four bodyguards in suits and sunglasses, looking indifferent and exuding an aura of authority.

However, as the mature and composed man entered the private room and took in the situation, his expression froze in surprise, his eyes flitting to Yan Ling and instantly filling with a greedy light.

"Yan Ling, long time no see!"

The man said to Yan Ling with an affectionate tone.

"Wu Yingxiong, I’m not familiar with you."

Yan Ling replied coldly, staring at the man who was clearly the matchmaker mentioned earlier by the middle-aged couple.

Wu Yingxiong’s face became slightly embarrassed upon hearing Yan Ling’s response, his eyes involuntarily glancing at Ye Luo, who was holding her, his expression darkening and a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

A cold, authoritative voice emerged from Wu Yingxiong, his piercing eyes fixed on Ye Luo with a gloomy light.

"Who I am, what’s that to you?"

Ye Luo responded arrogantly, his face showing disdain, which infuriated Wu Yingxiong to the point his face turned ashen and his fists clenched.

He, the head of the Wu Family, the CEO of the Wu Corporation, and the future leader of the clan in Jinling, a highly influential figure, was being disrespected by a kid like Ye Luo. How could he tolerate this in his heart?