Supreme Heir Son-in-law
Chapter 462: The Styling Room

Chapter 462: Chapter 462: The Styling Room

"Don’t push your luck." Lin Mengyao said coldly, looking at the woman.

"So what if I’m pushing my luck? I’m settling my scores with him; what does it have to do with you? Don’t forget, we still have unfinished business between us. Instead of worrying about others, you should worry about yourself. I’m a person who holds grudges and will never forget you." The woman looked at Lin Mengyao with malicious intent and said word by word, "I really hate your face. I want to ruin it."

Lin Mengyao wasn’t frightened by her words; instead, Yu Xia was so scared her face turned pale. She shivered and said, "How can you be so evil? Just because of a bit of jealousy, you want to destroy someone. People like you won’t have a good end after you die."

"Who still believes in karma these days? Should I say you’re naive or stupid? But rest assured, I won’t forget you. Since you both want to show off your sisterly bond in front of me, I’ll fulfill that wish and let you be good sisters." As if recalling some beautiful scene, the woman laughed, but her smile was twisted, extremely so.

Yu Xia was trembling from the woman’s laugh, and Lin Mengyao was also startled, but having experienced things in America, Lin Mengyao soon steadied herself, "You’re crazy." Lin Mengyao said.

"Watched too many dumb movies and think you’re the heroine of the world? Last time, the one who talked big outside already lost face all the way to the Pacific Ocean. Though I can’t speak for other places, you can’t touch me on this ship." Lin Mengyao reached out and poked the woman on the shoulder, her face full of inexplicable mockery.

"I want to tear that mouth of yours!" The woman, provoked by Lin Mengyao, lunged sharply with her pointed nails towards Lin Mengyao’s eyes, quickly and urgently. Lin Mengyao hadn’t expected the woman to act suddenly and wasn’t prepared at all, so she immediately shut her eyes tightly to protect them.

At this critical moment, Yu Xia extended her hand to block the woman’s attack.

"Stop fucking meddling here." The woman’s nails left three bloody marks on the back of Yu Xia’s hand. One can imagine what condition Lin Mengyao’s face would have been in if Yu Xia hadn’t blocked the woman just now.

Lin Mengyao opened her eyes, seeing Yu Xia’s small hand stretched out in front of her, being beaten by the woman. In those few short seconds, Yu Xia’s arm acquired several more scars.

Seeing Yu Xia being beaten wasn’t Lin Mengyao’s style. Without saying a word, Lin Mengyao joined the fight. Having systematically learned combat techniques in the past, she thought it should be easy to handle this woman with her skills. But in fights between women, who cares about elaborate tricks? When her hair was grabbed in the opponent’s palm, Lin Mengyao abandoned her learned techniques and resorted to the most primitive form of fighting.

The stylist stood there holding a dress, staring blankly at the three tangled together, without reacting. Only when the clothes rack was dragged down with a loud crash to the floor did he react and shouted for help.

Standing in the men’s section picking out clothes with Zhong Boyu, Xu Ke heard the shout from the women’s section. He put down the suit he had selected and rushed over. Seeing Xu Ke running over, Zhong Boyu also put down his clothes and followed him.

Not seeing Lin Mengyao and Yu Xia’s figures in the crowd, Xu Ke had a bad premonition. He pushed through the crowd and rushed in. Who else would be the focus in the center of the circle if not Lin Mengyao and Yu Xia?

The three women were pulling each other’s hair, none willing to let go first. Compared to the woman, Lin Mengyao and Yu Xia, fighting two against one, didn’t look as disheveled, and their injuries weren’t as severe. But the situation still made Xu Ke furrow his brow.

"Let go, all of you." Xu Ke said in a low voice.

Lin Mengyao and Yu Xia instinctively let go upon suddenly hearing Xu Ke’s voice. Seeing this, the woman showed a triumphant smile, just as she was about to take some sneaky actions, she heard Zhong Boyu’s voice, the person she secretly liked. The woman’s expression froze and she quickly released her hand, nervously starting to tidy up her makeup and hair.

"Weren’t you here to choose clothes? How did you end up fighting, all covered in injuries? Does it hurt?" Xu Ke pulled Lin Mengyao and Yu Xia to his side, smoothing their somewhat messy hair and checking the scratch marks on their bodies left by nails, slightly frowning, his voice a bit low.

"We didn’t do it on purpose. The woman started it first. She was trying to take our clothes, threatening and attacking us. If she hadn’t started it, we wouldn’t have fought." Lin Mengyao tugged on Xu Ke’s sleeve, looking at him pitiably, moistening her demeanor to appear like a soft kitten. Lin Mengyao rarely showed this side of herself, and doing so suddenly made all the words Xu Ke was ready to say get swallowed back down.

"Brother-in-law, don’t be mad, we won’t do it next time." Yu Xia tugged at her own hem, not daring to raise her head, her voice small and tearful. As she blinked, two crystalline teardrops rolled out of Yu Xia’s eyes, landing on the most wounded part of her hand, scalding her enough to make her jolt, making her look both pitiful and adorable — one couldn’t help but want to reach out and pat her head.

The combined impact of the two girls, big and small, was just too overwhelming. Xu Ke’s patience ran dry in under three seconds, all his words turning into a long sigh exiting his mouth.

"Don’t let there be a next time; don’t hit someone yourself. Look at all these injuries — doesn’t it hurt? Next time something like this happens, just call me over. I’ll handle it for you, alright?" Xu Ke said.

"Alright." Lin Mengyao and Yu Xia replied together in a small voice.

Zhong Boyu, seeing the three finish their conversation, was about to walk over, but his path was blocked by someone.

"Brother Boyu, when did you get here? I didn’t see you just now." The woman gave a shy glance at Zhong Boyu, her face blushing bashfully, and looked down coyly, playing the part of a little girl perfectly.

This would have been a beautiful scene, if only her face wasn’t marked with ridiculous red lines.

"Who are you? I don’t know you, don’t block my way." Zhong Boyu said bluntly, looking at the inexplicable woman in front of him.

The woman’s face twisted for a moment but quickly returned to her previous bashful expression, "I’m Wen Yating, we met before. Did you forget?" Wen Yating said tentatively.

"I really don’t remember you. No impression." Zhong Boyu frowned, looking at the affected woman in front of him. Having seen all sorts of girls in his life, Wen Yating’s looks weren’t top-notch to begin with. Now her hair was a mess like a bird’s nest, her clothes were a bit disheveled, and her makeup was smudged. In Zhong Boyu’s eyes, she was almost as ridiculous as a flower, practically an eyesore.