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Upon seeing Ouyang Zhirou's arrival, Hu Yao jumped up as if he had seen a ghost, causing one cup of milk tea on the table to spill onto the floor. He looked at me, and I could only shake my head with a bitter smile.
As the saying goes, enemies meet with red eyes. Neither side had been able to find the other until now, and with this encounter, it was clear that a storm of chaos and bloodshed was about to unfold.
Seeing Ouyang Zhirou, Lin Mu Xi didn't seem intent on killing her as she had claimed earlier; instead, she picked up a cup of milk tea that had long been finished and took a sip. I wondered who it was—wasn't that Xiao Lvtcha? No wonder the tea tasted so strong all of a sudden. With that thought, she threw the cup aside.
If the milk tea could speak, it would surely want to shout, "Speak for me!"
As the two women began their verbal sparring once more, exchanging cold jabs and sarcasm, I frantically signaled Hu Yao to make a run for it. Their argument was theirs alone; I wanted no part in it. At that moment, I tried to discreetly pull my hand away from Ouyang Zhirou's grasp and escape.
However, as soon as I moved my wrist slightly, Ouyang Zhirou tightened her grip on me, thwarting my escape plan.
Why were they dragging me into their quarrel? I hadn’t offended either side; why was I suddenly the target of their words?
Hu Yao watched the two women argue with fascination, sitting back down as if he were witnessing something new. He bobbed his head back and forth between them, completely indifferent to my plight.
This damned fool! Betraying his brother! Playing both sides! Truly despicable!
I cursed him silently in my heart, but he seemed even more engaged in the spectacle, arms crossed and nodding along as he chimed in with agreement.
Oh really? Zhao Lun must have been blind to have taken a liking to you—no chest and no curves at all!
Yes, yes! But at least Zhao Lun wouldn't be interested in someone who looked like a short winter melon.
The two women were now red-faced from their heated exchange. What had started as insults directed at each other had escalated into personal attacks, spiraling out of control.
Perhaps realizing that things might turn physical if this continued, Hu Yao stood up and said to me, "Hey, my gas might be left on at home; I need to head back."
Hearing Hu Yao say this felt like a ray of light breaking through the darkness for me—a savior!
The two women didn’t care whether Hu Yao was present or not; they were focused on each other. I quickly chimed in with agreement, worried that Hu Yao might get lost on his way home. I took advantage of the moment to pull my hand free from Ouyang Zhirou's grip and made a dash for the exit.
Instantly, both women turned their attention toward me in unison, shouting for me to stay put!
In an instant, I felt deflated.
Hu Yao looked at me sympathetically from the staircase but didn’t intervene; after all, the real climax hadn’t even begun yet. He was just about ready to shout out that a fight might break out.
However, I found this situation a bit strange. Clearly, Ouyang Zhirou's background was far superior to Lin Mu Xi's. In terms of connections, how could Lin Tian possibly compare to Ouyang Xiong? It was odd that Ouyang Zhirou hadn’t made a move and was instead arguing. Something wasn’t right!
“Zhao Lun, do you think she’s a vixen?”
“Zhao, how much longer do you want to savor this tea flavor?”
As the topic shifted back to me, and with such a sensitive subject at hand, I realized that choosing one over the other would only offend one of them. So I decided to take the path of least resistance—I would choose neither. I knew nothing about it; I wouldn’t choose anyone.
Faced with the relentless pressure from both women, not choosing anyone seemed like the best strategy. But I underestimated the impact of my words on Ouyang Zhirou.
Lin Mu Xi, on the other hand, didn’t seem bothered by my earlier indifference and some harsh words I had said.
Suddenly, Ouyang Zhirou stood on her tiptoes, cupped my face in her hands, and leaned in to kiss me.
A crisp sound echoed in the air, leaving the three of us stunned as if we had been hit with a heavy blow to the head.
Ah!!!! That green tea bitch, I’m going to kill you!
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