The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife
Chapter 207. Falling from the Clouds (Second Update)

Chapter 207: 207. Falling from the Clouds (Second Update)

Jin Enxi’s eyes lit up, "Now this has potential. An is off to find her man, surely she won’t have the time to deal with these matters. As her friends, we can’t just sit back and watch her get wronged for nothing."

Cissily, even more keen for chaos than Jin Enxi, smiled seductively, "Oh dear, I just love this kind of game. But how exactly shall we help An get her revenge? How about we capture her and thoroughly enjoy our ’cuties’, it’s been so long since I’ve had the pleasure of ’attending’ to someone with my own hands."

Cissily stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, her eyes shining with excitement. The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was a great idea. For those shameless sluts, you strike when it’s time to strike. An was just too good-tempered, that’s why that bitch had been able to jump around for so long.

"That’s not going to work. I advise you to drop the idea right now," Jin Enxi immediately rejected the suggestion.

"Why not?" Cissily asked, puzzled.

"This is Country Z. We can’t get An into trouble; she would get angry," Jin Enxi explained.

Upon reflection, Cissily understood, shrugged with some disappointment, and said, "Well, if we can’t use those ’cuties’, I can at least use my fists, right?" Her fists were very tough and would surely let that Shen Xitong taste the flavor, an absolutely wonderful one at that.

"Cissily, you are a celebrity, can’t you be less violent? I seriously wonder how Andre tolerates a temper like a tigress," Jin Enxi said distastefully to her suggestion. "We are civilized people, get it?"

"So this won’t work, and that won’t work, then what do you suggest we do?" Cissily favored violence and believed in fighting fire with fire, which was why she was always outstanding in combat.

"We must be civilized," Jin Enxi said.

Cissily rolled her eyes. Be civilized, my foot. Dragging feet like this is just not satisfying.

"Let me show you something nice." Jin Enxi spoke, and Cissily, driven by curiosity, leaned in to look. Seeing the video on the computer, Cissily’s eyes finally showed a glint of interest, "Yo, this innocent girl has such an explosive side to her? Where did you get this?"

Jin Enxi chuckled, "I investigated her before. This woman loves going to Charming Color Bar, so I hacked into their surveillance system and then found this. How about it, pretty good, right? I have more here."

Saying this, Jin Enxi opened an audio file. Inside the file was a conversation between Shen Xitong and a man, as well as a conversation that man had with another man; one of the voices clearly belonged to the journalist who caused trouble at Shen Qinglan’s art collection signing event.

"This I snatched from that journalist. How about it, pretty cool, right? I’m telling you, just uploading these things will drown that woman in saliva, do we even need to handle it ourselves?"

Cissily nodded nonstop, "This is a good idea, let’s do it. If you have such juicy material, why didn’t you expose it sooner? If it had been leaked earlier, would that woman still be able to hop around?"

Jin Enxi gave a mysterious smile, "You don’t know this, but as they say in Country Z, ’the higher you stand, the harder you fall’. Who knew who Shen Xitong was before? Even if it broke out, it would be forgotten after a while. But now, the effect will be much more significant. An said she wants her to get what she desires the most and stand at the highest point before falling from the clouds. Just think of that taste, truly sublime."

"You’re right, you’re right. That’s why An is so good at this." Cissily’s face alight with excitement, urged Jin Enxi to hurry and publish the material online.

That afternoon, the online storm that had seemingly died down whipped up again, even more fiercely than before, with a chorus of curses beneath Shen Xitong’s Weibo.

I’m Bystander A: "Yo, so much for being a pure and innocent girl. This is even sluttier than some others."

Romantic Flurries: "The Shen Family raised a white-eyed wolf. The adopted daughter plotting against her own sister, if it were my family, I’d strangle her myself."

ABCD: "On the surface, she seems like a proper lady, but inside she has the heart of a viper. This woman is something else."

Can’t Forget You: "The press conference I saw before, 80% of it must have been a stunt. Such a woman would give up the Shen Family to support her own parents? I don’t believe it. Do you?"

XXX Is A Big Eunuch: "I don’t believe it either. I wouldn’t believe her if you killed me."

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"Ha ha ha, as they say, the public has sharp eyes. Look at these comments from the masses, how adorable," Jin Enxi said, munching on an apple, and with Cissily, the two savored the spectacle, letting out loud laughs from time to time.

Meanwhile, Shen Xitong was so angry she almost smashed up the whole house. Tian Cuifang stood by, shouting, "Xitong, stop smashing! Even if you’re angry, you can’t just break things. These are all bought with money, they’re very expensive." Watching another crystal vase shatter into pieces at the hands of Shen Xitong, Tian Cuifang’s heart ached.

"Why should I be angry? What they’re saying is the truth," Li Yong sat on the sofa, speaking coolly with schadenfreude written all over his face.

That damned woman, Shen Xitong, with all her wealth, actually refused to buy him a house. He had long hated her to death, and if the house wasn’t in his name, he would have clapped and cheered.

"Li Yong, shut your mouth," Shen Xitong glared at Li Yong hatefully. It was all because of these people that she ended up in this state. The Shen Family kicked her out, and she certainly wouldn’t go back just like that.

But she didn’t know what to do with the video and audio on the internet. She did know a few people, but her connections couldn’t compare to Shen Junyu’s, and the few she knew would only add to the chaos. She thought of someone, the main sponsor of that concert.

Taking out her phone and rehearsing her words mentally, Shen Xitong dialed the man’s number, only to find that his phone was switched off. Shen Xitong’s heart sank—had he blacklisted her, or...?

A trace of mockery flashed in her eyes. Look at men, just days ago he was dining with her, affectionately calling her Xitong, and now he wouldn’t even take her calls.

"Yo, doesn’t seem like he cares about you, huh? If I were a man, I wouldn’t care about you either. Look at you—who knows how many colors the hat over your head might turn into?" Li Yong spoke coldly while Tian Cuifang gave him a signal which he pretended not to see. Without the Shen Family, Shen Xitong was at their mercy. If she dared to defy them, he would dare to beat her.

Li Yong was a punk, an unreasonable one at that. He would hit anyone except his parents, and Shen Xitong had been beaten by him once before.

Shen Xitong was already seething inside, and Li Yong’s words prompted her to pick up a vase and threw it at him. If it hit him, it would have been no surprise if Li Yong ended up with his head split open and bleeding.

Li Yong dodged quickly, and with Shen Xitong’s lousy aim, the vase smashed into his leg, immediately followed by a scream. "Mom, she’s hitting me, she wants to kill me."

Tian Cuifang was also shocked. Li Datou had been sitting aside, enjoying the show since he couldn’t control the situation. Shen Xitong’s money wasn’t for him. They had agreed earlier that at the press conference, she would say it was all a misunderstanding and afterwards transfer the house to him. But she had reneged as soon as they got back.

But seeing his precious son being hit, Li Datou couldn’t sit still any longer. He took off his shoe and started hitting Shen Xitong, "He’s your brother, how dare you hit him, do you have no shame? What if you hurt him, can you afford that?"

"Dad, my foot hurts so much, I wonder if it’s broken," Li Yong added fuel to the fire while on the sidelines. His foot did hurt, but watching the drama unfold was real too.

Shen Xitong resisted, but how could she match the strength of Li Datou, a grown man? She could only take the beating. Hearing his son’s words, Li Datou showed no mercy.

Toward the end, Shen Xitong simply stopped resisting and sat on the ground, looking coldly at Li Datou, "If you have the guts, just kill me. If I die, don’t even think about getting a penny from me, I want you all to get the hell out."

Li Datou paused in his movements and hesitated. They all relied on Shen Xitong; if she abandoned them, they would indeed have nowhere to go.

Shen Xitong sneered; she regarded them as leeches.

Li Yong couldn’t stand seeing Shen Xitong look at them as if they were trash. "We are blood relatives, if we’re trash, where do you get any superiority from? Do you think just because your last name is Shen that you’re somehow the daughter of the Shen Family?"

"Dad, don’t listen to her nonsense. Her reputation is already ruined; where is she going to get any more money? She probably only has this house left. Let’s just sell the house and leave Beijing. She’s always been embarrassed by us; if we leave, that’s it."

Li Datou felt there was a lot of sense in that, but the property deed was in Shen Xitong’s hands, registered under her name; they had no right to sell it.

The cold smile on Shen Xitong’s face didn’t fade; she suddenly felt glad that, due to the haste, she hadn’t had time to complete the transfer procedures with Shen Junyu, and the house was still registered under his name.

"Heh, still dreaming about the house? If I die, I wouldn’t leave it to you."

As soon as Li Yong heard that, he was infuriated, picked up the vase that Shen Xitong had thrown at him, and smashed it onto her.

Shen Xitong’s luck wasn’t that great; the vase came down and hit her right on the forehead. Her vision darkened, and she fainted at once.

Bright red blood flowed from her forehead, pooling on the floor. The three present panicked at once. Li Yong’s face turned pale; he had only wanted to teach Shen Xitong a lesson, not to kill her.

"Mom..." Li Yong’s voice trembled, "She’s not dead, is she?"

Murder meant paying with one’s own life, and he was still so young—he didn’t want to die.