School Beauty's Personal Martial Expert
Chapter 171: Playing the role of a fake friend again

Chapter 171: Playing the role of a fake friend again

"Shan Shan, don’t forget, you are my fiancee!" Seeing Pang Shanshan give him no face, after drinking some whisky and feeling a bit dizzy, Wei Lidun became rather annoyed and said angrily, "As your fiance, can’t I even hold your hand? And besides, I came back from England especially to see you, how can you treat me like this..."

"Wei Li, have you had too much to drink?" When Pang Shanshan saw Wei Li losing composure, she still had some concern for the face of both families. What if she really fell out with Wei Li and caused embarrassment for both parents? So, she immediately softened, speaking much more gently. But as for that so-called marriage agreement, she had no intention of just accepting it. Her happiness, how could she possibly let others arrange it? If that was the case, the years of education she had undergone would really have been for nothing.

Seeing Pang Shanshan’s change in attitude, Wei Li thought she was acknowledging the engagement. He quickly grabbed Shan Shan’s hand, pulled her toward him, and hugged her, his hand reaching toward the collar of Pang Shanshan’s clothing...

"Smack!" Suddenly, Pang Shanshan fiercely broke free from Wei Li’s embrace and slapped him, angrily saying, "Wei Li, you really disappointed me." With that said, she turned to leave, but Wei Li, under a shame-anger convergence, rushed up, grabbed her hand, and tried to force a kiss on her.

Leng Xuan had already stopped his car and was watching this drama unfold. Since Pang Shanshan had previously called him to the office and he still hadn’t forgotten about it, he didn’t have any good feelings toward her. Watching Wei Li entangling with Pang Shanshan, he initially felt a bit of Schadenfreude, but when Wei Li resorted to using force after soft methods failed, and Pang Shanshan was powerless to resist, he started to feel sympathy for her. He opened the car door and went directly toward them.

Wei Li’s invasive hands were about to have their way when suddenly he uttered a cry. His wrist was seized by someone, the pain so intense it felt as if his bones might crack. Before he could see who it was, the person who grasped his wrist flung him forcefully, and he involuntarily staggered to the right, tumbling to the ground. He rolled twice before smashing into the school’s perimeter wall, scratching both his forehead and palms, blood seeping out—what a sorry sight.

Surprised, Pang Shanshan looked up sharply and then saw the student she disliked most. However, today, the student was dressed quite elegantly. It took her a moment to be sure it was indeed Leng Xuan, and then she stammered, "It’s you?"

Leng Xuan’s face was expressionless as he retorted, "Can’t it be me?"

Pang Shanshan, seeing Leng Xuan’s indifferent attitude, was really infuriated. What kind of student was this? But before she could speak, Wei Li had gotten up from the ground, rushed over to Leng Xuan, and grabbed his collar as if intending to lift him by force. After two attempts, he found that although Leng Xuan didn’t look very strong, he was unbelievably heavy—as if he were a towering tree rooted in place.

This guy was really asking for trouble, wasn’t he?

Resigned, Leng Xuan suddenly bent his knee and drove it into Wei Li’s stomach.

With a cry of "Ah," Wei Li doubled over, clutching his stomach and crumpling down, his face contorted by pain as cold sweat poured down!

Looking down, Leng Xuan saw his pure white, snow-like shirt collar was stained red with a large blotch of blood. He really felt like crying but no tears came out—hadn’t he just bought this shirt yesterday, and now it was ruined like this? What bad luck!