Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The sound of the slap echoed in the kitchen. Yi Jingxi’s pupils shrank a little. After that, he abruptly lowered his head to say to the women in his arms, “Zhong Yi, you’re freaking out. Let’s get you to the bedroom.”
After he finished talking, he put his arm around Zhong Yi and walked upstairs.
After the bedroom door closed, he threw Zhong Yi onto the bed violently before she could stand stably.
She quivered, panicked, and turned back to look at the tall and strong man standing by the bedside. A half of Yi Jingxi’s handsome face was hiding in the darkness, and the other half was filled with anger.
“Who gave you the right to lay a finger on her?” he asked.
He gripped the hand which had just slapped Luosang. When he lowered his head to find blood in her nails, he gripped it even harder and said to her, “Who do you think you are? Don’t forget what are you here for. Don’t think that you can do whatever you want only because I’ve made you a star. I can destroy you anytime I want.”
His tight grip made Zhong Yi scream. She was so scared that her body curled up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do it just now. You’ve seen it yourself, that she threatened me with a knife. She was trying to hurt me. Jingxi, I’m keeping her because of you. Why do I have to hire her to be my assistant?”
“As long as you’re aware of it.” Yi Jingxi looked at her face coldly and said, “If I ever see you hit her again, I’ll make you suffer ten times worse. And Jian Fei…”
“She did that because she was too nervous,” Zhong Yi hurriedly explained.
“Don’t think of me as a fool. I doubt she would dare do that without your permission.” Yi Jingxi gave a cold smile and said, “Zhong Yi, stop playing innocent with me. Luosang fell into your lies because she was too innocent at that time. I know exactly what kind of a person you are.”
After saying that, Yi Jingxi turned, opened the door, and prepared to leave.
Zhong Yi looked at his back, said in a low voice, “Luosang hates your guts now. You can never get her back. Jingxi, I really feel sad to see you like this. Why do you have to do that?”
“Shut up. You’re not allowed to call me that when there’s nobody around.” Yi Jingxi made fists in his hands slowly, gave her a threatening glance, then walked out. He closed the door and went back downstairs.
In the bedroom, Zhong Yi clenched her fists.
In the eyes of the others, Yi Jingxi loved her so much. But no one knew that she was merely his tool.
However, she believed that she still lived a better life than Xu Luosang, even as a tool of his. And she swore that she would make Xu Luosang’s life worse and worse.
…
Downstairs, Luosang stared at the contract in her hands with disbelief. “You want me to sign for ten years? And I need to wash her clothes, clean her room, deliver water to her, carry her luggages, give her massage, deal with social engagements for her, and protect her… So, you want me to do all the hard work? Hm… you’re hiding a assistant who can also serve as a housekeeper and a bodyguard, and you’re only paying one-thousand and eight-hundred yuan per month. Why don’t you just refuse to pay?”
“Zhong Yi has a bright future before her. Being her assistant for ten years is an honor for you,” Jian Fei smiled and said impatiently. “We didn’t want to pay you at all, but then we decided to be nice to you, and pay you a little.”
Luosang’s face twitched slightly. “I can post this online, and tomorrow, your Zhong Yi will be accused by everyone for abusing her assistant.”
“Don’t you dare…” Before she finished her talking, she saw a tall figure from the corners of her eyes, and her heart missed a beat, “Mr. Yi…” she said.
Luosang trembled slightly, but didn’t turn back.
“I haven’t seen you for two years. You’ve become much more sharp-tongued than before.” His cold voice was heard.
