Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 692: You dare to provoke the third master, such a thing like you?

Chapter 692: Chapter 692: You dare to provoke the third master, such a thing like you?

Gongsun Yibo remained unable to accept the outcome, he resentfully questioned Huo Yunjiao: "Where is he ugly? Take another look. He has a strong, manly appeal!

So many women come here just to catch a glimpse of him. Do you have any idea how many people want to spend a night with him? He’s very popular here!"

Lord Huo kept a calm expression, resting a single hand on his forehead, his voice slow and dismissive: "He has zero aesthetic appeal, which means he’s ugly."

Gongsun Yibo was enraged. Since when the appearance mattered in boxing? It was all about strength!

He growled, "The one you picked is truly ugly! He almost lost all his previous matches, and only drew in today’s match because of pure luck. Soon he will surely..."

The patriarch of the Gongsun family was interrupted by excited cheers from the audience below before he could finish his sentence.

On the stage, the outcome was decided.

The long-haired boxer had his competitor firmly pinned down on the ground once again.

His muscles bulged as he exerted all his strength.

The referee was counting down.

When the final count was called, the long-haired man abruptly let go of his opponent and collapsed onto the floor.

Without a doubt, he had won the match.

On the main stand, Gongsun Yibo was dumbstruck.

He had lost.

He lost to Huo Yunjiao.

He did not mind losing, but he couldn’t stand the fact that he lost.

Huo Yunjiao didn’t gauge the physical abilities of the boxer; he purely selected based on good looks.

In this wager, Gongsun Yibo was the only one who invested his heart and soul.

Gongsun Yibo lost his usual steadiness. He slumped in his chair, one hand over his face, weakly said, "Yunjiao, when did you become so obsessed with looks? Don’t tell me you always selected based on appearances?"

The result had been established, Huo Yunjiao stood up, holding Qin Ruan’s hand.

He walked up to Gongsun Yibo, his thin lips slightly parted; in a magnetic slow voice, he said,

"Everyone appreciates beauty. I just chose the one pleasing to my eyes."

Hence, he was implying that he did choose based on appearances.

Gongsun Yibo removed his hand covering his face. He wondered if those who had once bet against Lord Huo would vomit blood if they knew this.

Seeing his readiness to leave, Gongsun Yibo straightened up, his face returning to its usual seriousness.

"Your three men are ready. When do you want to set out? I will tell them to assemble."

Lord Huo glanced at his wristwatch: "They can gather at the Huo’s residence. If we leave now, we will arrive just in time."

"Alright, I will make arrangements right away."

Gongsun Yibo made a phone call in front of him and gave instructions to the other party.

Outside the doors.

Su Jingshu stood in the corridor, still pondering over Qin Ruan’s words.

She still didn’t believe that any woman could possess such charm that a man would stay loyal for a lifetime.

All men have weaknesses; they couldn’t control their basic instincts.

Even the strongest relationship would someday yield to the temptation of infidelity.

Even the likes of Lord Huo when meeting an attractive woman like Qin Ruan could initially be captivated. Who knows what the future holds.

She firmly held on to her belief: Men were unreliable; the only people you could count on were yourself.

Money, power, and status dominated within oneself were the greatest support.

Su Jingshu looked down at the boxing stage below and saw that the match had ended. The corners of her lips hooked up into a faint smile.

She pointed at the long-haired boxer who was having his arm raised by the referee and receiving wild cheers from the audience and said to Bei Jinzhou, standing beside her, "I want him for tonight."

Bei Jinzhou followed her pointed direction and looked at the triumphant boxer, his gaze slightly darkened.

He asked in a low voice, "How many women?"

Su Jingshu flicked her hair charmingly and said with a smile, "Three, I suppose. I think he can handle it."

"Alright."

"Let’s go. This is too boring. Let’s find some other entertainment."

Bei Jinzhou didn’t respond, following Su Jingshu in silence.

Su Jingshu, who was preparing to leave, spotted Gongsun Wei, dressed in a white gown that was soaked in alcohol and tea, looking desolate near corridor entrance.

She turned her footsteps and changed direction, her lips curling into a malicious smile.

"Oh my! Isn’t this Miss Gongsun? Who dared to bully you? You look utterly miserable."

Gongsun Wei was being held against the wall by the Gongsun Family’s bodyguard to prevent her from escaping.

Hearing Su Jingshu’s voice, Gongsun Wei and the bodyguard both looked up.

Su Jingshu approached them with her usual grace and elegance, as if she was at a high-end banquet, every gesture and word exuding aristocratic refinement.

The bodyguard respectfully greeted, "Miss Su."

Gongsun Wei, feeling utterly embarrassed, dared not lift her head and quietly called, "Miss Su."

Su Jingshu arrived in front of Gongsun Wei, and looked at her with a mix of pity and disdain.

She raised her hand to lift Gongsun’s messy and makeup-smudged face.

The face was dirty, and on both sides of the cheek near the corners of the mouth, there were bloody marks mirroring the lines of five fingers.

Su Jingshu softly clicked her tongue. "That woman Qin Ruan is indeed soft-hearted. She didn’t even ruin your face."

Her tone was suggestive of either regret or disappointment.

Engrossed in her embarrassment, Gongsun Wei failed to understand what Su Jingshu meant and displayed a confused expression.

Su Jingshu’s eyes brimmed with amusement, and a radiant smile blossomed on her face.

She patted Gongsun’s Wei’s face. "You were the one filmed; I did it. You shouldn’t have messed with Lord Huo."

Miss Su’s most significant advantage, she dares to take responsibility for her actions.

Since she sent the pictures to Qin Ruan, Su Jingshu had no intent of hiding the fact.

Gongsun Wei’s eyes widened, and her already pale face lost all color. "Why?"

She didn’t understand why Su Jingshu would do this.

For all these years, she had never had any dealing with Su Jingshu, nor had she ruffled Su Jingshu’s feathers.

Why would this woman plot against her?

Su Jingshu’s smile remained untouched, the light in her eyes swirled, flickering with disdain and chilling indifference.

She forcefully seized Gongsun Wei’s chin, her fingers landing exactly where Qin Ruan had left her marks.

"Hiss... that hurts, let me go!"

Gongsun Wei tried to push Su Jingshu’s hand away.

Bei Jinzhou, at her side, stepped forward to intervene.

He grabbed Gongsun Wei’s wrist, pulling her arms behind her back.

Su Jingshu looked down at Gongsun Wei, her eyes filled with contempt and mockery. "Why? Who do you think you are to dare mess with Lord Huo?"

Suffering one blow after another in just a few hours, Gongsun Wei couldn’t bear it anymore and completely broke down.

With red eyes, she yelled in despair, "I am from the Gongsun family, which makes me a hundred times better than that lowly woman from West City!"

"Slap!"

Su Jingshu slapped Gongsun Wei hard.

There was a trace of ferocity in her eyes as she pulled Gongsun’s Wei hair upwards.

Looking at her unyielding face, Su Jingshu leaned in, her voice dangerously low, "When she was striving hard to make a living in West City, you were still playing with your Barbie dolls. You’re just a nothing. Don’t think too highly of yourself."

Gongsun Wei displayed an ugly face filled with deep resentment and bitterness.

She gritted her teeth and retorted, "Whatever she has obtained is through unscrupulous means. Who knows how many men she has been with?"

"Ha ha ha..."

Su Jingshu covered her mouth and laughed, the sound of her laughter was gleeful.

Pity filled her eyes as she looked at Gongsun Wei.