No one expected that as soon as Xing Yue made a move, she would slap Nangong Yu right across the face.
But this is the Fifth Young Master Nangong!
Though not as fierce as the Fourth Master, his reputation in the underworld is solid. After all, he's a man of the Nangong Family. How could she just hit him like that?
Now that the man's face has taken a hit, will he call off the engagement on the spot?
Wrapped in a waterproof cloth and still bleeding, Fang Yumei was stunned for a moment, then gloated: Xing Yue, oh Xing Yue, what does it matter if you're a young miss of an aristocratic family? Aren't you just losing face when a man casually puts a green hat on you? Now, you've slapped the man away, so you've lost both love and money, hahahaha...
It almost felt like the wound didn't hurt as much.
After all, isn't Xing Yue the most miserable one now?
Who would have thought.
The chuckle hadn't fully left her throat when she heard Nangong Yu say something that shattered her worldview—
