Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 629 - 255: Hang Yishao’s “Shocking” Gift
Yan Wuxu finally made Shang Yin ease up; her mood, which had darkened earlier due to Su Qingzhang’s scheming, was uplifted once again.
Years ago, when she and Su Ziceng were studying Ms. Qian’s math courses together, she wrote "women should be independent," but her subsequent words and actions all deviated from this path.
The men beside her repeatedly humiliated her, and Yan Wuxu gradually realized that if she wanted to truly survive, she could only rely on herself.
This simple yet hard-to-understand principle was grasped by Su Ziceng during their first encounter with the math course, while Yan Wuxu understood it only after much winding and turning.
The scale of fate is not unfair; it just slightly tilts towards those who walk the righteous path.
As Yan Wuxu walked briskly into the love nest she shared with Fei Qing, what awaited her was a fierce slap.
The villa, lacking its rightful master, felt nothing like a home. Two individuals of similar age, who once shared love and hatred, now glared at each other, eyes red and mouths curled in anger.
"You whore," when Fei Qing was sent back with Chang Chi’s face full of mockery, all he could think of were scenes of Yan Wuxu pleasuring Shang Yin repeatedly.
Earlier, Hang Yishao had also hinted several times that Yan Wuxu was not a good woman. Fei Qing always scoffed at it; a woman’s sweet words could also blind his eyes and ears.
"Ah Qing," Yan Wuxu didn’t understand why Fei Qing was so furious, "I just found a buyer for the new medicine today."
"Is that so? You really do have quite a few spots: here, Su Qingzhang’s bed, and also inside Shang Yin’s car, maybe even with that man named Pello. Yan Wuxu, you’re really too cheap. No wonder Chang Chi said that child isn’t even my flesh and blood." Fei Qing, no matter how spoiled and ignorant, couldn’t bear the weight of several cuckolds on his head. It wasn’t just shameful but also burdensome.
Her cheek stinging from Fei Qing’s slap, the burning sensation still lingered on Yan Wuxu’s face. Fei Qing’s look of disdain and disgust chilled Yan Wuxu’s heart.
How could she have forgotten the pain after healing? This was the man who humiliated her in public; now again, he trampled her dignity underfoot leaving no room for her.
"Ah Qing," Yan Wuxu seemed to forget the slap, smiled, and caressed Fei Qing’s back, her fingers inching up his spine perfectly in terms of pressure and size.
The sensitive spot on Fei Qing’s back was at the tail of his spine; compared to Shang Yin, he was an eternally childish man. Quick to anger but also quick to cool, under the soothing touch of Yan Wuxu’s dextrous fingers, Fei Qing’s anger subsided somewhat.
"Ah Qing, cool down a bit," Yan Wuxu could guess that Fei Qing had seen her and Shang Yin getting intimate in the car today. How could he happen to be in Qingyun Law Firm’s parking garage unless Chang Chi orchestrated it? "I had no choice, people like Shang Yin wouldn’t agree with us for no reason; he often used the pretext of being a friend of Earl of Wizi to frequent the old Su Family villa. He was always handsy with me, but I rejected him."
As Yan Wuxu spoke, she unbuttoned her collar; after the drug effect passed, she felt too exhausted. Now, as she spoke tenderly, she felt even more faintly delicate.
"Today, when he knew that Su Qingzhang and I were going to sign the divorce papers, he insisted on driving us over. At that time, your good brother Hang Yishao was also there. Seeing Shang Yin clinging to me and not helping, instead, he mocked me." Yan Wuxu took off her shirt completely, her body showing signs of purple and blue, looking like it had been twisted and bitten.
"Shang Yin pulled me down to the underground garage and forced me to take some drugs, and then..." Yan Wuxu said this as if touching upon her heartbreaking matter, and burst into tears.
"Xiao Xu? Don’t cry," Fei Qing, listening to her sobbing and thinking back to the earlier car scene, felt a surge of male rage. Damn Shang Yin, daring to force himself on Wuxu, and Hang Yishao, fully aware of Wuxu’s relationship with him, yet indifferent.
"Were you led there by Chang Chi? I think this was all prearranged by them, to make you despise me, to reject me," Yan Wuxu sat on Fei Qing’s lap; her gaze no longer rested on Fei Qing’s face. Those men who insulted her, who made her helpless, they all deserved to die, "You really despise me now, that slap just then, it really hurt, not here on the surface, but in my heart." Yan Wuxu placed Fei Qing’s hands on her ample chest and gently began to massage.
