Mrs Fox Heinous Revenge: Can You Love A Villainess like Me?
Chapter 219: Slick Snake

Chapter 219: Slick Snake

Apologies.

Just three simple words, how easy was it to say, so endlessly repeated. But sincerity? That was always found in the eyes.

AiLin had heard countless apologies before. There were those spoken out of fear, the desperate pleas of people who knew they were on the losing side. There were the hollow regrets of those who only realized too late that their mistakes had consequences. And then there were the cowardly apologies, like the one InRan had given her earlier, the kind that came not from remorse, but from the selfish need to be freed from guilt.

AiLin had seen that look before. It was never about making amends. It was about making themselves feel better.

But what about the past? What about the damage already done? Would anything change now just because InRan finally realized that her actions had consequences?

But her future was already ruined. It could never recover.

She exhaled softly, tilting her head as she met InRan’s hopeful gaze.

"You see," AiLin murmured, her voice smooth, almost gentle, "I can forgive you."

InRan’s eyes lit up, relief flooding her expression. "Then—"

AiLin smiled. Sweetly. Cruelly.

"Suffer like I did."

She took a step closer, her eyes glinting.

"Then, maybe... I could forgive you."

AiLin stepped forward, her movements slow but deliberate. InRan stumbled, fear flashing across her face as she lost her balance and collapsed onto the floor. AiLin didn’t have to utter a single word and InRan knew what kind of future was meeting her. Since the past, AiLin was quite the fiery temperament, she wouldn’t easily close eyes about the past. Fearing a slap, InRan squeezed her eyes shut, her breath coming out in sharp, uneven gasps, as if expecting a blow that never came. But AiLin didn’t even spare her a glance. She walked right past her, her expression unreadable, her steps steady and unhurried.

Just as she reached the doorway, her movements shifted, sudden and precise on her heels. Without hesitation, her hand shot out, catching hold of something, or rather, someone. A sharp gasp broke the silence.

Behind one of the stone pillars, barely concealed in the dim light, stood a figure frozen in place. AiLin’s fingers gripped the smooth surface, her presence a looming shadow over the person who had been so careful, so quiet, until now. Wide, startled eyes met hers. In their grasp was a phone, its screen still glowing, the recording timer running.

FangMin.

For the first time, she looked truly caught off guard. Her breath hitched and her fingers tightening around the device as if she could somehow erase what had just happened. AiLin didn’t move, didn’t speak, but the weight of her gaze was suffocating. There was no room for excuses, no chance to pretend.

And worst of all? AiLin wasn’t smiling anymore. Her cold foxy eyes was enough to dry the blood in Fangmin’s body, to make her entire skin jump.

Before her lips could say a single word, AiLin snatched the phone, her power was so strong that even FangMin couldn’t hold her phone back.

"What are you-"

AiLin looked at the phone, opening the gallery to find the pictures taken by FangMin of InRan and a video of her trying to apologize. It seems FangMin’s plan was to make a scandal about her "rude" or "unfriendly" behavior.

"Give my phone back!"

AiLin raised her hand and this caused FangMin to shield her face, thinking she was going to be hit by the phone but instead, AiLin had thrown the phone to the ground. She then pulled her knees upward, stomping on the phone again and again until the screen crack and until it shatter to pieces.

The scene of AiLin violently stomping on the phone was far too frightening that even FangMin had fell on her knees, confused at how someone could be so bold to be so violent.

AiLin looked again at the phone, making sure that not even a single thing in the phone was still working, and after she made sure it was unfixable anymore, she returned her attention at FangMin.

"What is it that you want?" AiLin asked, slowly bending her knees to meet FangMin’s eyes, "Let’s see. My man? My happiness? My wealth?" she then chuckled, "This isn’t the first time that it happen you know, so I’m quite used to these kind of traps. I know you had sent InRan to me so you could record a thing or two, I’m not stupid, I can see that InRan never wants to apologize over her dead body. She only had to because you told her to do so."

"What are you going to do about it? Do you have prove that I had done that? From what I see, you had bullied someone and I just wanted to make an evidence out of it," FangMin squeezed a brave smile, not wanting to falter. She had met the angry and violent wives who would try to rip her face apart but none of them ever succeeded, instead some of them even lost their reputation for eternity because they had tried to hurt her.

FangMin’s lips curled into a slow, calculated smile. She knew the CCTV cameras were on and how they are in the most perfect spot for their entire body to be recorded.

Every angle and every second were captured in detail, waiting for AiLin to crack. All FangMin needed was one outburst, one mistake, and the world would see AiLin for the villain FangMin wanted her to be.

"You’re scared, aren’t you?" Her voice was sweet, almost pitying, but the mockery underneath was unmistakable. "I know how insecure women like you act. You see someone younger, prettier, and suddenly, you don’t know where you stand anymore."

Her chin tilting up, basking in the power she believed she held. "I have everything, AiLin. A great body. A reputation for beauty. And, most importantly, I know how to talk to men in a way they like. Unlike you—" Her eyes gleamed with cruel amusement. "An old hag. Washed up. Bitter. Gloomy."

She let the words settle, watching AiLin’s expression carefully, searching for the smallest crack in her composure. "You’re scared aren’t you that your man would like me more than you?" she whispered, just loud enough for the cameras to catch. "I can’t blame you though, who would ever want a woman like you?"

AiLin’s face dropped forward and just as FangMin was waiting for her tears and slap, she heard the soft chuckle that bubbled into a loud laughter. Ailin lifted her face, her entire lips widened from the laughter as she covered her lips and wiped the small trace of tears on the corner of her eyes.

"Why are you laughing?!" FangMin demanded, annoyed that Ailin was laughing as if she was stupid.

"Oh, come on," AiLin drawled, tilting her head as she slowly raised a finger, pointing it straight at FangMin’s shoulder. With a teasing slowness, she poked, once, twice. "Who are you to talk about insecurity?"

FangMin stiffened, but AiLin continued, her voice light, almost amused.

"You. Dressed in the shortest skirt, parading yourself like a prize, hoping to seduce someone else’s man? You. Who only feels wanted when a husband chooses you over his wife? You. The woman who will never be anything more than a mistress?"

FangMin’s jaw clenched, but AiLin wasn’t finished.

"Youth and beauty? They fade, FangMin. Faster than you think." AiLin leaned in slightly, her grin widening as she tapped her temple. "This—" she tapped again, her voice dropping into something almost mocking, "this lasts."

She straightened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you? After all... you don’t have one."

Seeing FangMin’s face drops, AiLin pushed herself to stand again and patted her knees from dusts, she then looked at her nails that matched Li ZiChen’s eye color, something she had chosen to calm her nerves whenever she was about to explode.

While looking at it, she smiled, "Right. I don’t particularly care if someone tries to put their hands on my man, I trust him. Unless well, you die and was reborn to me, I doubt he would lay an eye on you."

"So confident," spat FangMin. "Just you watch, how long will it be before he comes to me? All wives always stay confidence that their husband wouldn’t cheat on them until they saw him with me."

"Well," AiLin turned as she saw YanLan’s car slowly making a stop toward her, "I hope someone picks you, little thieving cat."

AiLin then entered the car, looking at InRan who was also stunned in place and her face dropping in shame before shutting the door tight and resting her back on the seat.

YanLan, on the other hand, frowned. He had seen everything from afar and was about to help her when he saw AiLin’s hands raised, stopping him and her gaze that told him not to be involved. But he still felt a little miffed about it and couldn’t help his complains, "You could have let me help you."

"I could," AiLin said before she cracks her back, "But it’s not necessary. Besides I know these type of girls, I know what they would do next. I don’t want to make it such a big scene when the movie’s production it’s more than halfway done."

"Still, if we tell JingYi about this, he could change the actress."

"True," AiLin snapped her finger, "But despite how she acts, Fang Min is a rather good actress on her scene. She’s a bully outside and inside the screen but we will see how long that acting of hers would remain as acting to outsider’s view."

She then tapped her finger, "But I wonder how every rumours about her was easily swept under the rug, does she have a big sponsor?"

"Yes," YanLan sighed, "And you know who it is."

"Who"

"HangZhou."