"What's this about?"
Xie Jin'yi entered, clad in stilettos, and crossed her arms, eyeing the rich second-generation heir on the sofa. Her expression was cold, her voice hoarse.
"You know she's my friend?"
"So what?" the rich second-generation heir shrugged nonchalantly. "You, a woman who sells herself, what right do you have to be arrogant in front of me?"
Wen Tingxue's face changed, but Xie Jin'yi remained composed, even chuckling twice.
"As if your girlfriend isn't also selling herself."
One sentence and both the rich second-generation heir and Kang Jia'ni's expressions shifted.
"Xie Jin'yi!" the rich second-generation heir roared, standing up.
"What?"
Xie Jin'yi watched him approach with a mocking expression, showing no signs of backing down.
Her mouth was equally sharp. "I'm not even angry, why are you so upset? Oh, right."
She chuckled as if a sudden realization had struck her. "It's clearly you men who can't control yourselves, then you blame women for being cheap. You're all fickle and unfaithful, what are you pretending to be so superior for?"
By the end, her expression turned cold, laced with sarcasm.
The rich second-generation heir completely lost his temper and raised his hand, "You're fucking asking for it!"
A split second before the slap landed, Wen Tingxue pulled Xie Jin'yi away and raised her hand to block it.
A crisp sound landed on her fair, slender arm, which turned red, bearing finger marks.
Xie Jin'yi immediately frowned, "You..."
"What a lively scene."
Those in high positions cared about face, let alone an heir from a top-tier wealthy family.
"Si... Fourth Master..." the rich second-generation heir called out in a flustered tone.
Han Xianyun didn't even glance at him, his straight legs carrying him directly towards Wen Tingxue.
"Let me see."
His well-defined fingers clasped Wen Tingxue's wrist, his warm palm resting perfectly on Xie Jin'yi's hand.
A clear gesture of closeness.
Most people present grew uneasy.
Especially the rich second-generation heir, his face had turned considerably paler.
Weren't they supposed to have broken up?
How come Fourth Master Han, who hadn't seen Xie Jin'yi in so long, was here today...
The rich second-generation heir's heart pounded as he scrutinized the man's expression.
"It's indeed quite serious,"
Han Xianyun's brow furrowed slightly as he gave his assessment.
Wen Tingxue put on a wronged expression, remaining demurely silent.
In reality, the injury wasn't severe.
Just one slap, no matter how hard, wouldn't cause much harm.
But the problem was her skin was too fair, making the redness stand out glaringly and starkly.
It added a touch of frightening intensity.
Xie Jin'yi subtly withdrew her hand.
The moment before the man frowned, she intimately linked her arm with his and complained in a honeyed voice, "Fourth Brother, you must get justice for Xiao Xue. Young Master Zhong knew about Xiao Xue's relationship with you and still dared to act like this, showing absolutely no respect."
But everyone present could hear.
As long as Wen Tingxue nodded and said 'yes,' Han Xianyun would surely champion her cause.
In fact, it wouldn't matter if it was true or not.
After all, Han Xianyun was notoriously protective of those he cared about.
"Miss Wen!" The rich second-generation heir, now beyond caring about anything else, interjected, "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."
"What do you mean 'say whatever I want'?"
Wen Tingxue looked at him with an innocent expression, her beautiful almond eyes blinking. She asked, "Didn't you make me kneel?"
She even pointed to the ground, repeating meekly, "Right here, you made me kneel."
"..." The rich second-generation heir was momentarily choked for words.
By the time he wanted to speak again, Han Xianyun's gaze flickered over.
His exceptionally handsome face was expressionless, but his eyes, as dark as the night, held almost no trace of emotion.
The rich second-generation heir's heart sank abruptly.
It was over.
He was finished.
He had thought Han Xianyun didn't care about this adopted sister.
Or rather, the entire upper-class circle believed that Han Xianyun had only taken her in as a god-sister out of consideration for Yan Jun.
They had no affection for each other.
Han Xianyun wouldn't value her highly.
Otherwise, why would he be with Xie Jin'yi, who had bullied her?
Although that incident was in the past, everyone in the circle knew that bullying had indeed occurred.
Han Xianyun leaned against the windowsill lazily, the brilliant sunlight behind him.
It obscured the expression on his face.
But the rich second-generation heir could feel him looking down at him.
That gaze was no different from looking at an ant.
After a long silence, the man's brow twitched slightly, and he asked, "How did Young Master Zhong joke with you? Tell Fourth Brother."
Upon finishing, Han Xianyun turned his gaze to Wen Tingxue.
Wen Tingxue paused for a moment before speaking, "Young Master Zhong..."
Sensing the rich second-generation heir's pleading gaze, Wen Tingxue lowered her eyelashes, looking at his hopeful eyes, and slowly repeated, "He told me to kneel and kowtow an apology to his girlfriend."
She wasn't the type to complain.
But she knew very well that if Han Xianyun hadn't arrived today.
He would have forced her to kneel and kowtow an apology to his girlfriend, to save his so-called face.
Since that was the case, why should she go easy on him?
"Oh."
Han Xianyun responded indifferently, then smiled at the rich second-generation heir and lightly dropped three words, "Do as he said."
...
Ten minutes later.
Wen Tingxue stayed with the film crew, monitoring the product placement segments.
Xie Jin'yi, however, got into the car with Han Xianyun.
The moment the car door closed, Han Xianyun said coldly, "Are you still angry with me?"