God-Level All-rounder Expert
Chapter 214 - 215: Domineering Older Sister (Part 1)

Chapter 214: Chapter 215: Domineering Older Sister (Part 1)

At that moment, Fang Yi was sitting there smoking, a faint smile on his face like a clay figure, showing no temper at all, as if anyone could bully him.

Fang Yuying, on the other hand, seemed to have no idea what being a lady meant, as she sat with crossed legs. She wore tight black capris that revealed her creamy, smooth calves.

Encased in her sandals were a pair of crystal clear, snow-white feet.

In fact, Fang Yi had to admit that if one talked about charm, Fang Yuying possessed it strongly. Not just her mature and seductive air, but also her bold and carefree personality, which really made one want to dominate her. No man could remain unaffected.

However, Fang Yuying, being such a violent and barbaric tigress, was not suitable material for a wife. If one truly married her, one would probably end up bankrupt and constantly in the hospital, which deterred many suitors.

"Let me tell you a joke." Fang Yuying said.

"Uh-huh."

"There was a buffoon who wanted to cross a river and saw a mud Bodhisattva crossing, so he followed by lying on top of it. But, the river was so turbulent that the mud Bodhisattva was washed away into mud, and the buffoon fell into the river and drowned. Funny, isn’t it? Ohoho..."

Fang Yuying laughed without waiting to see if Fang Yi found it funny.

Fang Yi rolled his eyes.

"Not funny?" Fang Yuying’s face chilled in an instant.

"Very funny, hysterically so." Fang Yi forced out a smile uglier than crying.

Just then, a middle-aged man came out and approached Fang Yi and Fang Yuying, snorted coldly, lifted his chin, and looked incredibly arrogant, completely asking for a beating.

Fang Yi slightly squinted his eyes and asked, "May I know who you are..."

"Song Feng, ranked third, call me Third Master." Song Feng said.

"Oh," Fang Yi had a sudden realization, "Third Master Song."

Seeing Fang Yi’s submissive reaction, Song Feng grew even more arrogant. He said coldly, "I hear you’re pretty tough?"

Fang Yi replied with a benign smile, "That’s just some people flattering me. I’m not that remarkable. Third Master Song, did you come here specifically to provoke me or to show off your power?"

Song Feng arrogantly replied, "Both."

"What a domineering attitude, Third Master Song? Pssh!" Fang Yuying mocked.

Song Feng gave Fang Yuying a cold glance, not knowing her identity and assuming she was Fang Yi’s woman. But this woman, with her full chest and round pert buttocks, caught his eye indeed.

"When men are talking, women should not interrupt. She deserves a slap." Song Feng said coldly, stepping forward to slap Fang Yuying.

However, how could Fang Yuying possibly be slapped by Song Feng?

Before Song Feng could come near, Fang Yuying grabbed the teacup from the wooden table and flung it casually.

The teacup flew, the lid didn’t budge, the water didn’t spill, and though it seemed light without force, when it struck Song Feng’s face, it made a dull thud.

"Ah!"

Song Feng cried out in pain instantly, a bloody mark forming on his forehead, tea splashing all over his face, leaves on his eyebrows and nose. The once imposing and invincible Song Feng was now in an utterly sorry state.

Fang Yuying stood up, grabbing the chair she was sitting on, lifted it effortlessly, and walked straight to Song Feng.

"Stop it!"

Song Shicheng, pale, cried out loudly.

"What are you, ordering me to stop? Just because you say so?" Fang Yuying said disdainfully.

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The next moment, Fang Yuying was overwhelmingly domineering as she smashed the chair in her hand directly onto Song Feng’s head. Either the chair was poorly made, or Song Feng’s head was too hard, since the chair shattered upon impact.

However, it quickly became clear as Song Feng’s head began to bleed profusely, and he fell straight to the ground, his body twitching a few times, unable to even scream.

It seemed it wasn’t that Song Feng’s head was too hard, but the chair was too well-made, of superior quality.

Fang Yuying stood there holding a piece of wood, her beautiful and seductive face displaying a sinister cold smile.

The entire courtyard fell into complete silence; even in the scorching summer, a chill suddenly arose.

No one could have imagined that Fang Yuying, such a beautiful woman, could be so domineering and ruthless, striking people down to the ground to twitch helplessly. Such a heartless and ruthless act was truly unexpected.

However, they did not know that for Fang Yuying, this was nothing; it was just a piece of cake. This was Moon City, not Tianjing; even under the feet of the emperor in Tianjing, a place full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, Fang Yuying was capable of anything.

"Dad!" Song Shicheng cried out in shock, finally coming to his senses and rushing over immediately.

Song Shicheng glared at Fang Yuying and yelled, "You wench! How dare you beat my father like that! I will have you killed! What are you all looking at, why don’t you grab this wench right now?"

Several military bodyguards were in the courtyard. Song Shicheng immediately began yelling, ordering them to deal with Fang Yuying.

However, the military bodyguards were indifferent, as if they hadn’t heard Song Shicheng’s yelling at all; their faces were expressionless, pretending to see nothing.

"What are you all good for! You..." Song Shicheng was furious at the bodyguards’ lack of action, but before he could finish his sentence, his mouth was abruptly shut by a foot.

Fang Yuying stepped on Song Shicheng’s face, pressing it against the ground. Her pale, seductive legs were as firm as steel, and no matter how Song Shicheng struggled, he couldn’t move at all.

Fang Yuying sneered, "With the likes of you, tigress has handled not a hundred, then at least fifty or sixty."

"You... you..."

Song Shicheng’s eyes widened, bloodshot with intense resentment.

"Still daring to glare at me!"

Fang Yuying sneered, regardless of whether this place belonged to the Song family or not, she lifted her foot and stomped down again.

The atmosphere in the courtyard solidified, an overwhelming silence was present, Fang Yuying’s voice should have been charming and moving, but now it was chilling to hear such a domineering and arrogant woman, who was utterly lawless—who would dare to provoke her?

In a room, Yan Yingnan watched everything clearly. A cold smile appeared on her beautiful face, but her eyes still contained an unmistakable fear.

"This Fang Yuying really is arrogant and domineering. She was like this in Tianjing, and now she dares act this way in Moon City as well!" Yan Yingnan murmured to herself.

"That’s just who Fang Yuying is; otherwise, do you think her nickname ’rouge tiger’ comes from nowhere?" Song Haoyue said indifferently.

Yan Yingnan hummed in response, ``Do we really not let those military men act, is that wise? Your brother might hold a grudge against you."

Song Haoyue smiled lightly, ``From the moment I left this place, he stopped being my brother. Whether he holds a grudge or not, what difference does it make? Just watch, there will be a good show later."

Yan Yingnan remained silent, feeling truly the cold detachment radiating from Song Haoyue. Though they did not share the same father, he was still the son of his third uncle, yet he spoke of him with such indifference—just how cold must the blood in his veins be?

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``Please stop!"

Just as Fang Yuying’s tyranny reached its peak, someone ultimately came forward to stop it, a middle-aged man who was a few years older than Song Feng. Following him was a fat man, none other than Song Wuliang.

And the man was Song Wuliang’s father, Song Chenghai, the current Family Head of the Song family.

Fang Yuying glanced at Song Chenghai and scoffed, "You ask me to stop just like that, wouldn’t that be too shameful for me?"

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