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"Ah, little brother has grown up and dares to lay hands on his elder brother now?"
Mu Zhiyuan blinked twice, finally kneeling on one knee, leaning on his thigh as he slowly got up. It seemed that Shen Jingyu's punch had left him seeing stars. He swayed a couple of times before steadying himself.
"Xiao Yu, you’ve grown up quite a bit. Did you know that when you were thirteen, your brother actually liked you?"
The tone of Mu Zhiyuan's words felt very off. Shen Jingyu's fist tightened unusually hard. Su Xing could clearly sense the tension and rigidity from those around her.
Moreover, Mu Zhiyuan's words triggered a deep memory within Su Xing—another obscure letter written by Shen Jingyu. It seemed that just before Shen Jingyu lost control, Su Xing took a step forward and slapped the side of Shen Jingyu's face that had just been struck by Mu Zhiyuan's heavy punch.
Before Mu Zhiyuan could react, Su Xing swiftly returned with another slap to the other side of his face. The slaps were perfectly symmetrical; Su Xing was indeed a perfectionist.
The entire private banquet hall erupted in chaos.
Su Xing actually laid hands on Mu Zhiyuan? This woman was indeed as ruthless as the rumors suggested.
Yet in that moment, Shen Jingyu relaxed his muscles, which had been as rigid as stone. Who said my sister doesn’t love me? She always swallows her grievances, while Shen Jingyu cannot bear even the slightest injustice against her.
Mu Zhiyuan's pupils dilated in shock. He raised a hand in a claw-like gesture towards Su Xing’s neck, ready to attack. "You filthy bitch! How dare you hit me?! Do you believe I can kill you right here?"
Su Xing smirked disdainfully. "Ha! You think I can’t dodge two slaps from you? I’m not afraid at all."
In an instant, Su Xing kicked Mu Zhiyuan’s calf with her high-heeled shoe. Damn this fishtail dress; it’s really affecting my performance! Zero stars!
Su Xing cast a silent glance at the friend who had chosen her outfit for her.
Then she spoke with authority: "I, Su Xing, have been in the business for fifteen years. What kind of scum haven’t I seen? If you want to touch me, do you have what it takes?!"
Having stepped away from Shen Jingyu, Su Xing crossed her arms and looked down at the bleeding Mu Zhiyuan with cold disdain. This was the real Su Xing.
Did you think that the woman who just seemed vulnerable next to Shen Jingyu was truly her? One could say that everyone has their exceptions in life; outside of those exceptions, if anyone dared to provoke her, they would unleash their full aura.
Mu Zhiyuan had just stumbled back and nearly fell again. Meanwhile, guests continued to arrive outside, handing over their invitations one after another, and the crowd around them grew larger by the moment.
He had lost so much face; how could he possibly walk out of here? Mu Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and charged at Su Xing again. He couldn't believe that a grown man like him would be unable to overpower a woman who looked to weigh only about a hundred and eighty pounds.
However, not only was he unable to win, but beside Su Xing stood Shen Jingyu, whose combat prowess was unfathomable. It was clear that Mu Zhiyuan was destined not to leave on his own two feet.
With a swift step, Shen Jingyu intercepted Mu Zhiyuan's arm beside Su Xing. Though Shen Jingyu was barely ten centimeters taller than Mu Zhiyuan, he effortlessly grasped Mu Zhiyuan by the neck with one hand, lifting him off the ground until only his toes touched.
Both Su Xing and Mu Beiyao were left speechless. What kind of man possessed such strength to lift over eighty-five kilograms with one arm? This Shen Jingyu was certainly something extraordinary.
Coughing and gasping for air, Mu Zhiyuan flailed one hand in front of Shen Jingyu's chest, but he couldn't even reach him. The scene was both comical and terrifying. Within seconds, Mu Zhiyuan's face turned a deep shade of purple before Shen Jingyu finally released him, letting him crash to the floor.
The once-bustling private banquet hall fell into complete silence. The only sound was Mu Zhiyuan, who had just managed to catch his breath, coughing violently.
Then, Shen Jingyu's voice rang out firmly: "Anyone who dares to insult my woman can try their luck."
Without needing further words, Shen Jingyu took Su Xing by the hand and deliberately stepped over Mu Zhiyuan's sprawled form. His shoe pressed down on Mu Zhiyuan's hand as he commanded Luo Hao, "Throw the president of the Mu Family's Yao Troupe out—remember, throw him out of the hotel. As long as I, Shen Jingyu, am here, there will never be any collaboration with the Mu Family's Yao Troupe."
Luo Hao watched with exhilaration and excitement; he could hardly contain himself from applauding. Look at our boss—so domineering in protecting his woman; who could compare?
In the end, it was true that Mu Zhiyuan did not walk out on his own accord. After clearing away this filthy presence, the atmosphere of the banquet remained oppressive. However, those with ulterior motives were still lurking around.
Du Meng was surprisingly a common figure at such business gatherings. He seemed to appear at every major event in the city; if one were to assess his abilities, career, or assets, they would find him lacking in all respects—except for one thing: he had a father.
As for another hidden threat, Han Ruoxi had secretly slipped out of the hospital and forged an invitation similar to those made by Luo Hao to disguise her identity and blend in.
Having quietly observed the earlier spectacle, Han Ruoxi felt a mix of hatred and delight in her heart.
What she hated was Shen Jingyu's every word and sentence that pierced her heart, yet he seemed to protect Su Xing at every turn.
What pleased her was that she had learned of Su Xing's identity, a lowly prostitute who could never stand in the spotlight. The man she envisioned as a god was not only exceptionally capable but also came from such a prominent family. Only someone like her, an internationally renowned Best Actress with immense charisma, could be worthy of his status!
Just moments ago, she overheard people discussing that Shen Jingyu's mother was now the matriarch of the Mu Family. This gave her an idea; perhaps she could find a way to save herself through clever maneuvering!
Han Ruoxi's small act of leaving the hospital without permission would be easily discovered, but Shen Jingyu wouldn't catch on to her thoughts just yet.
At the cocktail party, groups of people mingled, engaging in rounds of toasts and laughter.
By Shen Jingyu and Su Xing's side, only Mu Beiming and Mu Beiyao dared to stay close.
Mu Beiyao was dressed in black, creating a stark contrast against Su Xing's pure white attire. Her temperament exuded a dark allure.
She grabbed a large wine glass from a server's tray and downed it wildly, then maliciously commented, "Who invited him? What bad luck!"
Su Xing silently observed her sister.
So it must have been the organizers who invited him?
What’s this? Are you really addicted to protecting your man?
Mu Beiyao had no filter. Instantly, she received three piercing glares.
That boyfriend protector? Shen Jingyu seemed satisfied.
Su Xing’s gaze turned icy.
Tsk! Men! Protecting your man! Don’t even try to refute it; you did exactly that! Su Boss, what a real woman! You better own up to it!
Su Xing found herself helpless against Mu Beiyao; after all, when they were young and naive, she had accepted this sisterhood for life!
Seeing Su Xing’s helpless expression, Shen Jingyu also felt compelled to stand up for his wife against Mu Beiyao.
He said, "Mu Beiyao, you’re not allowed to bully my woman from now on!"
Mu Beiyao raised an eyebrow at Shen Jingyu and teased, "Oh? I’ve never heard you call me 'cousin' before; this is the first time you’ve called me by my name. Seems like having a romantic interest has made you more human!"
Mu Beiming silently watched the drama unfold. He believed that their relationships would soon become those of the closest family members. However, he didn’t think Shen Jingyu would acknowledge Mu Beiyao as his cousin. At most, she would be considered his wife’s best friend or his brother’s sister.
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