Chapter 361: Chapter 361
Bai Shasha couldn’t help but frown, "Barely know her!!"
The fat woman looked back and forth suspiciously. Just then, her phone rang—it was Lao Wang calling. This damned bastard—let’s see how he plans to worm his way out of this!
She shot a venomous glare at Zhou Rou before stepping out to answer the call. Seeing that there was no longer a spectacle to watch, the crowd of customers dispersed to go about their business.
Bai Shasha sneered at Zhou Rou, "Oh wow, look at you! Zhou Rou—done with the fresh-faced youngsters, and now you’re hooked on stale, old corn?"
Just thinking about how Zhou Rou tried multiple times to scheme against Li Si made Bai Shasha despise her even more.
Back when Bai Shasha was working in that palace-like restaurant, if it hadn’t been for Li Si’s kind nature, moving her to work as a cashier at a private kitchen, she’d probably have already been someone’s trophy mistress.
But Zhou Rou? Not only was she ungrateful, but she repeatedly stabbed people in the back, especially after arriving in Beijing. She didn’t settle down for a moment.
What exactly did Li Si do to provoke her? Enough for her to waste all that effort drugging someone from Li Si’s school?
You can’t deny it—karma spares no one. No wonder that Han guy dumped her. A woman like Zhou Rou? Cunning to the core—what use is she?
Zhou Rou’s face stiffened. She hadn’t expected Bai Shasha to say such things.
"Shasha, do you have to talk ?"
She was seething inside. Back in high school, Bai Shasha had been closer to Li Si than she ever did, and after that, they both went to the same university, forging an even tighter bond.
Now, it seemed nothing had changed. If she and Bai Shasha had any grievances between them, it all stemmed from her connection to Li Si.
Bai Shasha arched her brows in response, "Otherwise? Is there even any chance for us to talk nicely? Zhou Rou, mark my words—your downfall today is entirely your fault. You have no one to blame but yourself!
What did Li Si ever do to you? Drugging her with such malicious intent—for what? Huh? Did some dog devour your conscience?"
Zhou Rou’s expression darkened. So this is what happened—they knew all about it now. That fool really couldn’t keep her mouth shut...
Who were they to criticize her? In her mind, Li Si absolutely deserved it.
Li Si had so much money, but when she knew Zhou Rou’s family was deep in debt—more than ten thousand—why wouldn’t she lend a hand? Help her out? ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Weren’t they supposed to be good friends?
Li Si was the owner of the private kitchen, yet she shared nothing with Zhou Rou? And when Mr. Leng took over, she told him to deal with her staff as he pleased?
One grievance after another; every single thing proved that Li Si wasn’t considerate enough. Wanting revenge and giving her a lesson—what was wrong with that?
Then there was Li Fei. They were all alike—a family full of scum.
If Li Fei hadn’t interfered, how else would Zhou Gang’s words have reached Han Mingxue so conveniently? And after that, she took advantage of the situation and snatched him away from Zhou Rou.
It was all their fault. They simply couldn’t stand the thought of her doing well.
Since things had already escalated to this point, there was no reason to hold back. Zhou Rou raised her hand, smoothing down her messy hair, "Bai Shasha, you never change! This is between me and Li Si—why are you butting in like some meddling dog?"
"I’m meddling, alright, and there’s no way I’m stopping. But Zhou Rou, I won’t hit you or curse you out. Leave now—whether you live or die has absolutely nothing to do with us! Get lost!" Bai Shasha was utterly infuriated, but she knew that even if she didn’t lay a hand on Zhou Rou, the fat woman waiting outside most certainly would. Zhou Rou wouldn’t get off so easily.
Zhou Rou’s eyes burned with rage. She hated this—why was it that Li Si always had people standing up for her, backing her, while Zhou Rou was always the one left in isolation? Was it that her fate was simply cursed? She refused to accept it! If Li Si didn’t have family, wouldn’t she have already gotten everything she wanted?
The hatred she felt toward Li Si and her family grew deeper, a dangerous glint flashing in her gaze.
Bai Shasha sneered coldly, "Zhou Rou, you’re doomed—there’s no way you’ll end up well!"
She could already foresee it. If Zhou Rou kept on this path, even if nothing happened this time, sooner or later she’d meet her end.
"What happens to me is none of your business!" Zhou Rou straightened her back, trying her best to appear composed, but instead she only looked awkward and pathetic.
Su Meng stared at Zhou Rou stepping out of the shop and glanced at Bai Shasha, confused, "Shasha, this woman hurt Sisi—just letting her go like that—is that okay?"
Bai Shasha looked coldly through the transparent glass door as Zhou Rou, now outside, was stopped by the fat woman. Next to her stood a middle-aged man.
She smirked, "That woman outside won’t let her off easily!"
Su Meng also turned her gaze toward the scene outside.
In the office upstairs, Li Si waited idly for Bai Shasha and Su Meng to come up, but they were taking so long she started chatting casually with Leng Mochen. As they talked, she unintentionally wandered to the window and caught sight of the absurd drama unfolding below.
Zhou Rou was slapped twice by the fat woman, causing her to collapse on the ground. The middle-aged man next to them didn’t even bother helping; instead, he bent over, attempting to explain things to the fat woman.
Leng Mochen’s voice from the other end of the line sounded tense, "What’s wrong?"
"Honey, I see Zhou Rou outside Simeng’s shop, getting beaten up!"
Li Si frowned. Was that the noise she’d heard from downstairs just now?
"Stay there—don’t move. I’m coming right away!"
"Alright!" Li Si gazed through the window at Zhou Rou, disheveled and still on the ground, feeling she truly was not worth pitying. This had to be another case of the wife confronting the mistress.
Since leaving Han Mingxue, she had really sunk to rock bottom. Reflecting on everything that happened after her rebirth, Li Si thought: Heaven may forgive, but self-inflicted wounds will kill you.
Every step taken is a choice. Every blister on your foot is from the path you chose to walk. Nobody can stop a person bent on living miserably, but shortcuts and schemes never last. Even the fleeting glamour fades quickly—just illusions after all.
Outside, the drama continued. The fat woman hadn’t expected Lao Wang to be nearby. She dragged him over specifically to confront him and that little vixen head-on.
Don’t think denial will save you. Spending her money on decadence, keeping his mistress—she was going to see if he dared to defy her!
"This little slut! Lao Wang’s here now. Let’s see the two of you hash it out. Just explain to me—what’s the deal with that supplementary card?" The fat woman cast Lao Wang an icy glance, filled with the unspoken threat: If you don’t give me answers, your life’s about to get very miserable.
Lao Wang feigned confusion, "Honey, what supplementary card?" Then he covertly signaled Zhou Rou, who avoided his gaze entirely.
The fat woman sneered, "Oh, the one you gave this little slut! Lao Wang, you’re something, huh? Living off me and still daring to take my family’s money to fund your mistress? If you want her so badly, I’ll help you—leave this marriage penniless!"
Beads of cold sweat dripped from Lao Wang’s forehead. His wife had located Zhou Rou with uncanny precision. Despite feeling a pang of sympathy for the woman sprawled on the ground from his wife’s blows, he knew his wealth and comfort weighed far more than this fleeting sentiment.
Eagerly, he tried to placate her, "Honey! What’s with this fuss? It’s all a misunderstanding! Miss Zhou here is a new hire at our 4S dealership—very competent at her job. This shopping card was a reward for her performance, an incentive! How could it possibly be a supplementary card issued by me? It must’ve been a mix-up! Why don’t we check with Xiao Zhang back at the dealership?"
The fat woman scrutinized both of them intently. Zhou Rou, still silent, showed no resistance. And Lao Wang’s explanation sounded quite plausible. Could the intel have been wrong?
She had vented enough already, both verbally and physically. But if she ever found out Lao Wang was lying to her, neither he nor Zhou Rou would escape her wrath next time.
"Hmph! I don’t care whether it’s true or not—this woman can’t stay employed. Fire her!"
Lao Wang quickly nodded, his face brimming with flattery, "Alright! You’re the boss—I’ll do as you say! Honey, it’s all good now. I’ll take the card back!"
The woman waved dismissively, her expression indignant.
Lao Wang approached Zhou Rou, "Miss Zhou, I’m terribly sorry about all this. It’s all just a misunderstanding! Could I trouble you to return the supplementary card?" Then, lowering his voice to a whisper, he added, "Xiao Rou, bear with this—I promise I’ll make it up to you later!"
Zhou Rou let out a derisive laugh. She pulled the card from her bag and flung it to the ground, her eyes blazing with unbridled hatred. "Don’t bother!" She vowed to herself that this man would pay dearly.
Lao Wang’s face twitched briefly as he picked up the card. But as he turned back to his wife, his expression was once again ingratiating. "Honey, let’s go!"
The woman glanced at the hand Lao Wang wrapped around her shoulder. "Fine, let’s head out!"
Slowly rising, Zhou Rou fixed her messy hair and brushed the dust off her clothes. Watching their retreating figures, she muttered coldly, "You both just wait!"
She glanced up at the warm sunlight overhead, but it failed to pierce the coldness encasing her heart. Men! Not a single one of them deserved anything! (To be continued. If you enjoy this story, please visit Qidian.com to cast recommendation votes or monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)