Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 653: If you don’t agree, let’s fight. If I cower, I’ll recognize you as my father.

Chapter 653: Chapter 653: If you don’t agree, let’s fight. If I cower, I’ll recognize you as my father.

Seeing that Weimei was about to stand up, Lin Hao quickly reached out his hand to press down on her shoulder, forcing her to kneel on the ground and preventing her from standing.

Furious, Weimei struggled violently, shouting in fury, "Let go of me, you lowly worm! You are all despicable, crawling ants in the mud, you have no right to be here!"

Qin Ruan’s face was as dark as the calm before a storm.

Narrowing her beautiful eyes, the danger hidden in them no longer concealed, a sense of defiance radiated from her.

Qin Ruan approached Weimei, and since the latter could not bend over, she slowly lowered her head to meet Weimei’s resentful gaze.

Her voice was crystal clear but carried a commanding chill, "If I am an ant, then I am the one who masters its destiny, and you are beneath an ant.

You kneel because you are not worthy to look up at me, to look at me on equal terms, you can only be looked down on by me as the garbage you are."

Weimei was so furious that she was shaking all over. Never in her life had she been so insulted.

Her lips quivering, tears of humiliation in her eyes, she yelled, "You’re overpowering! You’re bullying to the extreme!"

Speaking of overpowering, it’s all about the power of the Huo family.

Qin Ruan’s lips curled into a sinister smile, she reached out her hand and lifted Weimei’s chin.

An intense killer intent reflected in her eyes, terrifying yet cold.

Yet her voice was relaxed and calm, filled with careless mockery, "Even if you take the title of Lady Huo away, you can’t hurt me at all. Dare disobedience? If I back down, consider me your father."

When Qin Ruan was fighting in West City, this presumptuous woman was still playing with her Barbie dolls.

Indeed, the Huo family had a distinguished reputation in Capital City, and their formidable influence was enough to intimidate many.

As the saying goes, ’what goes around comes around’, one must not be too arrogant.

Qin Ruan came back to life with a low profile, but this does not mean she is a pushover!

All the people watching Qin Ruan saw her as if she is a transformed person.

Her refined and gentle aura has been replaced by a cold and ferocious demeanor, emanating an uninhibitedly arrogant air.

This is the real Qin Xiaowu.

Back in West City, there was only one rule: disobedience leads to a fight, whoever chickens out, are the losers.

All these years, Qin Ruan has never admitted defeat.

She’s not from an aristocratic family nor the daughter of a big family, she has rebellious blood flowing in her veins.

Anyone who dares to cross her line, her blood boils with a fierce will to fight.

More and more onlookers gathered at the entrance of the balcony.

They saw Qin Ruan, and their opinion of her was the same as Weimei’s.

They all think she’s lucky to have married Huo San Ye on the account of the baby she carries and thus entered the Huo family.

They all knew about Qin Ruan’s background. The rare occasions when they met her, they didn’t sense anything unusual about her.

Whether it’s her pure and sweet looks, her ethereal temperament, or the way she dresses when appearing in public, all present a gentle and soft image.

Now, her carefully sculpted face bears a wryly mocking expression, her body emanating a defiant air, her mature and gentle temperament completely vanished.

While everyone was stunned, they also felt a sense of relief.

This is the real side of the commoner, the lowly resident of the poor district in West City.

No matter the guise, the fox’s tail will show sooner or later.

As they look at her now, it all makes sense.

Qin Ruan didn’t care about the people staring at her, her gaze stayed cold as ice on Weimei.

The violent intent in her eyes was all-natural, and the fierce and cold aura that invaded the space around them made Weimei, kneeling on the ground, feel a wave of fear and a chill running down her spine.

Qin Ruan’s murderous aura was too obvious, too intense, she didn’t dare to speak anymore.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, she felt utterly humiliated.

Most of these people came from the four major families and the six aristocratic families.

If news of today’s event spreads, there will be no place for her to stand.

Qin Ruan seemed to see through Weimei’s heart, she sneered and let go of Weimei’s chin, turning around to face Su Jingshu behind her.

The latter met Qin Ruan’s ferocious gaze, raised her eyebrows slightly, and remained expressionless.

Qin Ruan stepped forward, her gaze fixed on the wine glass in Su Jingshu’s hand.

She extended her hand and said coldly, "Wine."

Su Jingshu frowned, a complicated look in her eyes, "Didn’t you say you can’t drink?"

Qin Ruan tutted, "Who said it was for me to drink?"

Realizing that the wine wasn’t for her, Su Jingshu handed over the champagne glass, a third full.

Qin Ruan took the wine glass and walked back towards Weimei.

As she passed Weimei, who was still being pressed down on the ground by Lin Hao, she didn’t pause at all.

Qin Ruan stood in front of Weimei’s best friend, a girl in a yellow dress.

As the girl’s face showed panic and helplessness, Qin Ruan smiled, her smile not reaching her eyes.

The arm holding the wine glass lifted slightly, and pure champagne was poured onto the girl’s head.

The girl’s eyes widened, and tears sparkled in them, a sight of her being wronged yet determined.

Her carefully styled hair and makeup were ruined by the champagne.

Her body trembled slightly, her hands clenched tight, asking Qin Ruan in a shaky voice, "Why, why did you do this? I didn’t offend you, why did you do this?"

Despite her indignation, she was trying hard to control herself, a sight that would evoke pity in others.

Yet, the scene was filled with shrewd people, some of whom had learned to discern truth from false since childhood, virtuosos in their own rights.

Qin Ruan scoffed lightly, holding the empty wine glass in her hand, lazily swaying it from side to side.

She let go as her slender fingers slowly parted, and the glass fell to the floor.

"Crash!"

The crisp sound of the glass hitting the ground rang out.

Qin Ruan’s eyes lowered, staring at the shattered glass on the ground, a satisfied smile on her face.

In a soft voice, she murmured, "I wonder why?"

It was as if she was asking herself, but also asking the girl before her.

Then she laughed, her toying laughter completely undisguised.

Qin Ruan lifted her eyelids, her cold and piercing eyes stared at the girl before her, slowly speaking to expose her facade.

"Stop playing the victim here, when you’re trying these tricks in front of me, you’re several years too early. Do you really think of yourself superior, and everyone else is a fool?"

The girl looked surprised, glancing at the eyes of the people around her, she lowered her gaze, "I don’t know what you’re talking about, I, I didn’t intentionally provoke you.

I don’t know why you’re doing this, perhaps there’s some misunderstanding between us. Even if you are from the Huo family, you shouldn’t incite violence for no apparent reason."

As she spoke, tears came streaming down her face, each drop falling onto the floor.

This display of false innocence, belittling Qin Ruan while portraying herself as a victim, truly was enlightening.

Qin Ruan’s refined and detailed eyebrows slightly lifted, she turned to Lin Hao and Huo Qiang who stood by her side and asked, "Do you smell something?"

Both blinked, their faces reflected confusion, and for a moment they didn’t know how to respond.

Qin Ruan tapped her nose and chuckled, "Don’t you smell the stench of a rotten white lotus in the air?"

Lin Hao couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Quickly suppressing his laughter, he covered it up with a cough, "cough cough..."