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The people from the Moving Company walked out of the house, squatting by the door, and quickly replaced the lock with a new one.
Mu Jiao'er came back to her senses and looked at the few men who had entered the elevator.
However, the apartment door had not yet closed.
Perhaps it was the people from the Moving Company who saw her pitiful state and changed the key without kicking her out.
The Moving Company was only responsible for matters related to the home; it was the Intermediary Company that was supposed to handle her eviction.
Only then did Mu Jiao'er turn around and walk into the apartment. This was the place where she had lived with Ye Zixun, filled with memories of their time together. Although all the furniture in the room was gone, to Mu Jiao'er's eyes, this room still looked exactly as it had before.
Taking a deep breath, she felt as if she could still smell Ye Zixun's scent.
Mu Jiao'er closed her eyes, and it seemed as if Ye Zixun was smiling at her, creating such a warm scene...
But!
Mu Jiao'er suddenly opened her eyes. Everything seemed to vanish before her like a wisp of smoke.
Ye Zixun had actually taken everything back; what did he think of her? What did he think of all their shared moments?
After all these years of feelings, they were destroyed in an instant, dissipating like smoke.
Were those years just a joke?
If so, it truly was laughable. Her innocence and time, all her schemes and ambitions were completely ruined in an instant.
"Ye Zixun, you cannot treat me this way, absolutely not!"
Mu Jiao'er’s eyes were filled with a piercing rage, her teeth clenched tightly.
It was impossible, impossible for him to comfortably rid himself of her.
She had to confront him, she absolutely had to!
She turned and rushed out the door, leaving behind a pile of luxury items. Without time to organize them, she tossed a few hundred dollars to the guards below and instructed them to keep an eye on the things in the plaza on the first floor. Mu Jiao'er immediately got into her car and sped away.
It was already past four in the afternoon, and the streets were beginning to fill with people getting off work. In this crowded city, her convertible sports car was rendered useless during rush hour, only attracting curious onlookers.
Mu Jiao'er used to enjoy being the center of attention, but now, as she noticed everyone staring at her, she felt as if they were mocking her.
The gazes of passersby pierced through her like knives, stabbing into her heart.
All of Mu Jiao'er’s sense of superiority seemed to vanish in an instant due to the housing situation.
The only thing she wanted to do now was cry.
She closed the convertible top of her car, put on a pair of sunglasses, and hid inside like a helpless child, nearly breaking down in tears.
However, as soon as she thought about her grievances and remembered Ye Zixun and Lan Baobao, Mu Jiao'er’s feelings of injustice transformed into anger and resentment.
"Ye Zixun, I will not let you go!"
“Ye Zixun, get out here! Do you hear me? Get out here!”
Mu Jiao'er first went to the company, but Ye Zixun had never been there. The only places Mu Jiao'er could think of were Ye Zixun's home and Lan Baobao's residence, since they were on the way. Mu Jiao'er rushed to Ye Zixun's house, hoping for a stroke of luck.
As soon as she arrived at the Ye Family's old mansion, Mu Jiao'er began to shout loudly, not behaving like a normal person at all.
After calling out twice and seeing no sign of Ye Zixun, she went crazy and started smashing things in the living room.
When the servants heard Mu Jiao'er's ruckus and walked into the living room, they couldn't help but show disdain when they saw this woman wreaking havoc in the Ye Family, disturbing their peace.
They thought to themselves how annoying this woman was, acting so arrogantly like a stray dog barking at anyone without knowing her place. How dare she be so brazen in the Ye Family's old mansion?
All the servants watched her with a sense of amusement, eagerly anticipating what kind of punishment she would receive.
One of the servants stepped forward, not treating Mu Jiao'er like a guest but rather very unfriendly.
None of them wanted to deal with this crazy woman; at least someone needed to step up and stop her.
“Sister Mu, I hope you won't make such a loud scene in the Ye Family. This is not a place for your nonsense. Please tone it down a bit, okay?”
“What do you think you are?” Mu Jiao'er, already filled with rage, became even angrier upon hearing this arrogant remark. She suddenly raised her arm and slapped in that direction.
She arrogantly replied, “What I do here has nothing to do with you! Is this your territory? A lowly servant dares to speak to me like that? I think you don't know your place. I advise you to step aside; otherwise, don't blame me for being rude.”
“Who are you going to be rude to?” A suppressed angry voice came from upstairs. Ye Zixun was standing at the top of the staircase, watching this scene unfold.
His cold voice said, "Who is the lowly servant? What qualifications do you have to use the word 'lowly' on others? The one who doesn't know their own identity is you, isn't it?"
He had long anticipated that Mu Jiao'er would not let things go easily and would come looking for trouble. He never expected this woman to be so arrogant in his own home.
The reckless woman dared to come here; she shouldn't expect to leave safely.
"Mu Jiao'er, don't forget your own identity. If you cause a scene in the Ye Family, I would be more than happy to help you become disabled."
Mu Jiao'er smiled foolishly.
Becoming disabled like this, she already had nothing left. Since she was someone who had nothing, how could she possibly be afraid?
Only those who have everything would feel fear; those who have nothing would care less.
Mu Jiao'er came here unafraid of tearing faces. She pushed aside the servant blocking her way and rushed forward to shout at Ye Zixun, "Ye Zixun, what do you mean? That house is proof that we lived together; do you really have no feelings left for me? Are you going to destroy everything?"
"My ruthlessness? Our memories?" Ye Zixun sneered, clearly disdainful. "Our relationship has always been one where I want, and you give. You provided the companionship I needed in exchange for money; what feelings could there be?"
"Ye Zixun, how can you be so heartless? Even if it was a transactional relationship, I've been with you for so long. Your ruthlessness will lead to your downfall, Ye Zixun!"
Oh, she even dared to curse him; this woman truly had a death wish!
This time, Mu Jiao'er was desperate as she roared at Ye Zixun, "Ye Zixun, it's no wonder Lan Baobao despises you. When Lan Baobao leaves you too, you'll understand how I feel right now!"
Mu Jiao'er unwittingly struck at Ye Zixun's pain points.
He squinted his eyes, a strong smile on his face, and the temperature in the room suddenly seemed to drop by two or three degrees in the late autumn.
Ye Zixun slowly walked in front of Mu Jiao'er, looking down from a height with a kingly aura, disdainfully staring at Mu Jiao'er's face, and coldly said, "You refuse to walk your own path and insist that I use means to deal with you. Mu Jiao'er, isn't this all self-inflicted?"
"Self-inflicted?" Mu Jiao'er couldn't believe it; this man had turned so cold and ruthless. "Do you think I'm your toy?"
"Otherwise, what do you think you are? My wife, Ye Zixun?" Ye Zixun's smile grew colder. "It seems you've completely misunderstood your position. From the very beginning, you were just here to sell yourself. Mu Jiao'er, you have no right to claim that."
"Since I followed you, I have been loyal to you. I have never disobeyed your words. What about your Lan Baobao? She has been causing you trouble even before she married you! Ye Zixun, can you be a little more rational?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Zixun suddenly raised his hand and tightened his grip around Mu Jiao'er's neck, applying force with hatred. Mu Jiao'er's face turned pale, and she could no longer breathe.
"Cough cough... Ye Zixun, let go, Ye Zixun..."
Now, Mu Jiao'er was struggling in pain, as if she would die at any moment.
In front of Ye Zixun, she felt like a powerless dog, toyed with at his will. In Ye Zixun's hands, she was like a mere dog.
So terrifying...
The only words in Mu Jiao'er's mind were these.
The current Ye Zixun was so frightening, as if he could kill someone at any moment.
"Ye Zixun... let go of me... I... I can't breathe!"
Mu Jiao'er struggled to break free from Ye Zixun, her hands gripping his large hand, her nails digging into the back of his hand, drawing several lines of blood.
Finally, at that moment, Ye Zixun released his grip, mercilessly throwing Mu Jiao'er to the ground.
With two loud thuds, the servants who had been standing in the living room quickly ran up the stairs. The scene they had just witnessed had truly frightened everyone; they never expected the young master to be so impulsive. If he had exerted a bit more force, it could have resulted in a tragedy.
“ Sister Mu, you should leave. The Ye Family does not welcome you, really does not welcome you.”
A servant came over, kindly reminding Mu Jiao'er.
She awkwardly struggled to get up from the ground.
The fall from Ye Zixun yesterday had not yet healed, and now being thrown to the ground again left her feeling as if her body was falling apart.
Mu Jiao'er forced herself to rise from the ground. When a servant tried to help her, she violently shook him off and turned back angrily, glaring at the servant.
Although she had nearly faced death moments ago, Mu Jiao'er still did not intend to leave just like that.
Did they think this would allow her to walk away? She had nearly been killed; since she had already taken this step, retreating now would be meaningless.
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