Chapter 1382 - 1379: That Deep and Terrifying Man
If this woman goes to find Qiao Junlie, then Qiao Junlie will very soon know that she found out everything from me. Then... then...
That man, so deep and frightening, she didn’t know what he would do, how he would deal with her. Oh no, how did things get like this.
Zi Ruoxi ground her teeth and stepped forward.
"No— I can’t let you go tell Qiao Junlie... that I was the one who told you all this. If that happens, I’m done for..." Han Feifei said, trembling with fear. Only now did she realize how serious the consequences were; her heart raced, her face flushed hot... her words rushed out, "Zi Ruoxi, An Da Design, just leave him, please, I’m begging you, don’t go to him anymore, forget him, a man this vicious and despicable isn’t worth loving. Let him go... I’m begging you, begging you..."
Her voice actually turned into pleading and collapse. Han Feifei’s sudden change made Zi Ruoxi’s heart ache! What hurt wasn’t the other woman, but herself—she had given him such sincere feelings, yet she’d been stupid to this extent!
"Get out of my way!" Zi Ruoxi roared in fury. She suddenly rushed forward, grabbed the other woman’s arm, and yanked with all her strength. "Ah—!" With the other’s shriek, she was slammed hard to the floor. Her steps faltered, her high heel twisted, her body tipped, and her head crashed against the corner of the sofa. Luckily the sofa was fully wrapped in soft leather corners, so there was no real danger, but even so, the impact made Han Feifei’s head spin, the slam made her forehead throb with pain! A lump instantly swelled on her head!
A rush of anger shot straight to her heart. This bitch actually dared to hit her! Dared to hit her?!
Han Feifei scrambled up from the floor. Just as Zi Ruoxi was about to pull open the door, she hurled herself at her, trying to tackle her to the ground. But Zi Ruoxi suddenly sidestepped, and Han Feifei stumbled forward, looking quite bedraggled and almost crashing into the wall again. She hastily braked herself. At this point neither of them cared one bit about any "lady-like" image: one was trying to get out, the other was doing everything to block her, and in the back-and-forth Han Feifei was clearly taking the worse of it.
When women start fighting, it’s always crazy and reckless; they don’t weigh what’s light or heavy! As long as they make the other bleed, it’s fair game!
Very soon the two were tangled together. In terms of height, Zi Ruoxi, at almost 1.71 meters, was a bit taller than Han Feifei. On top of that Han Feifei’s hair fell loose over her shoulders, which naturally put her at a disadvantage here. With one swipe Zi Ruoxi easily grabbed a fistful of her hair. When Han Feifei struggled and twisted, a whole strand of long hair was ripped out...
"Ah—!" With each shocked cry, Han Feifei’s face changed color. Her flushed makeup was smeared by tears forced out from the pain, turning her into a complete painted mess. As miserable as it gets.
Han Feifei glared, her eyes bloodshot, and launched herself forward again, trying to yank Zi Ruoxi’s hair too. But Zi Ruoxi had short hair, and with her tall frame she wasn’t so easy to reach. Han Feifei was so furious she was practically howling. But she couldn’t care about anything else; after being humiliated like this, how could she possibly swallow it. Instantly, Han Feifei snatched up the closest object on the desk in front of her—a pencil—grabbed it as a weapon, and stabbed hard toward Zi Ruoxi’s arm.
"Ugh!" Zi Ruoxi winced. She actually hadn’t wanted to keep fighting; she’d already been about to stop just now. But she hadn’t expected the other woman to go feral and start stabbing with whatever was at hand. Zi Ruoxi felt her blood boil. She was instantly enraged and humiliated. She swung up her LV designer handbag and slammed it down viciously at Han Feifei’s head...
"Ow!" Han Feifei cried out in pain, stars bursting in her vision. The force of that bag hitting her wasn’t light at all; the effect was immediate. Half of Han Feifei’s face swelled, and with the lump on her forehead and her hair in wild disarray, with snot and tears all over her face, there was not a trace of a celebrity left in her. Calling her a shrew off the street wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
Around her on the floor, strands of long hair lay scattered, glaringly obvious. An office that had been neat and orderly was turned into a complete mess by two women.
...
Seeing Zi Ruoxi grab her bag to bash her woke Han Feifei up with a jolt, like a flash of inspiration. She suddenly remembered something. She rushed to the sofa, grabbed her own bag, and yanked the zipper open...
Zi Ruoxi saw the other woman retreat to the sofa without showing any intention of continuing to attack, and she let out a breath. But she didn’t open the door at once. She straightened her appearance, smoothed down her slightly disheveled, eye-covering hair, and only then prepared to walk out. Her hand closed around the cold, curved metal doorknob; she pressed it down slightly, and the door opened a crack...
Right at that moment, she didn’t spare a glance for what the other woman in the room was doing. Or rather, it never crossed her mind that Han Feifei would attack again, and in the end commit such a horrifying act...
A vicious light flashed in Han Feifei’s eyes; red flooded those dark sockets. In that instant, her heart went insane. And given that she’d clearly been at a disadvantage in the scuffle just now—whether in love or in fighting, Han Feifei was the weaker one—her mind began to twist. It felt like a humiliation and trampling of her body and soul.
When she first asked Tang Xue for this bottle of highly corrosive "mineral water," it had still only been meant as a scare tactic, to frighten the other woman. But now, it had completely turned into a tool of revenge.
Zi Ruoxi... Zi Ruoxi... you bitch!
I’m going to annihilate you completely—
Han Feifei was now utterly fearless, consumed with jealousy; jealousy had burned away all her reason. At this moment, apart from revenge, venting, destruction, obliteration, there was nothing else left!
She stared at that half bottle of "mineral water," that sloshing, pale-yellow, sticky liquid. It was like a Devil, a terrifying temptation, already fused into her heart, into that inner world corroded, gnawed, and bewitched by the demon... Han Feifei’s mind was blank, filled only with endless, boundless hatred—
Hatred for Zi Ruoxi, hatred down to the bone! In her heart, the Devil’s voice kept raging...
Hurry, hurry, hurry, splash it on her, ruin her, you have to take revenge. If you miss this chance, there won’t be another. She’s that vicious, she stole your boyfriend, and she hit you—how can you just let her off? Only if you destroy her, turn her into a hideous freak, will he stop wanting her... then... he can come back to you. Hurry, hurry, hurry... what are you waiting for?
Aren’t you Han Feifei? Why are you still hesitating? If she walks out that door today, you can kiss your good days goodbye...