The Genius Sweetheart of the Abstinent Goblin Boss

Seeing the scene before her, Jiang Manxi felt a surge of anger.

She rushed forward, snatched a camera, and smashed it to the ground.

With a loud "thud," the machine crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"What are you doing?!" The reporter from the media outlet whose camera was smashed was furious, as he was about to capture a hot topic, but his livelihood was ruined. He stepped forward and tried to grab Jiang Manxi by the collar to beat her up.

As a slap landed on her face, the crisp sound drew the attention of another reporter, who happened to see Jiang Manxi's face turned to the side.

"Miss Jiang... Miss Jiang?!"

Her exclamation drew the attention of other reporters, including some unfamiliar with the high-society news section, who were initially unaware of the surname 'Jiang'.

Which Miss Jiang?

"The Jiang family's young lady! Which other Miss Jiang?!"

"Hey! It's real! It's Miss Jiang Manxi, the daughter of the Jiang family! Quick, take a picture!"

Meanwhile, the reporter who hit Jiang Manxi also began to realize what had happened.

Who did he just hit?

The Jiang family's daughter?!

The 170-pound man's legs suddenly went weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Huh?" At this moment, some reporters also noticed the obvious slap mark on Jiang Manxi's face, which was swollen and red.

"Was Miss Jiang just assaulted?"

"No way?! Who hit her?! Who would dare hit Miss Jiang?"

……

To everyone's surprise, one person reacted even more strongly.

Zeng Yichen, who had been surrounded and pinned to the ground without uttering a sound, suddenly seemed to go mad, pushing through the crowd and standing in front of Jiang Manxi.

Zeng Yichen looked at the clear five-finger mark on Jiang Manxi's face and her eyes, which were moist with pain.

In that instant, his heart felt as if it had been suddenly gripped with a sharp pain.

"Who hit me?"

His voice trembled, whether from anger or the pain of having his finger broken, it was hard to tell.

Jiang Manxi looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears.

Meeting his worried eyes, her stubborn little face was suddenly filled with grievance.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zeng Yichen turned around and looked around again, his eyes like a beast searching for its prey, full of murderous intent.

The reporters around were even a little scared at this moment.

Yes, this man is Zeng Nian's son. He might be a born superhero. Just now, they surrounded him like that. Who knows, if they pushed him too far, he might have stabbed them all with a knife. Now that they're completely blocked, he can't even run away.

Zeng Yichen didn't care about their little schemes; his gaze was fixed on the smashed camera on the ground, and the only man standing in front of it who wasn't holding a camera or a microphone.

Seeing Zeng Yichen staring at him with murderous intent, the man couldn't help but shiver. But he still swallowed hard and tried to sound as righteous as possible:

"It was...it was her who smashed my machine for no reason! Even if...even if she's the daughter of the Jiang family, she can't do whatever she wants..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zeng Yichen had already punched him to the ground.

What followed was a storm of fists.

He vented all his anger on the man, as if he didn't care about his own life. He didn't just not care about the man's life, but he also seemed to not care about his own.

All of this happened so suddenly that everyone was stunned, including Jiang Manxi.

Jiang Manxi only reacted after the man had been beaten unconscious and his face was covered in blood. She rushed forward and grabbed Zeng Yichen's hand.

"Zeng Yichen!! Stop hitting him!!"

Hearing her voice, Zeng Yichen seemed to regain a sliver of his rationality.

At this moment, his sense of pain returned. He only felt a sharp pain in his finger, but he didn't know if it was the pain from the fracture, the pain from hitting someone, or if hitting someone had aggravated the fracture. It didn't matter anymore...

The people at the scene were terrified as they looked at the man on the ground, his face covered in blood. They wondered if they should call 120 (emergency services). But then they realized, where was the man's partner? He was responsible for carrying the equipment, but where was his partner who was holding the microphone?

Perhaps his partner had also come to his senses, for a thin man wearing glasses squeezed out from the crowd.

"You...you guys have gone too far! How could you smash someone's camera and then beat them up like this?! You have to pay for this!!"

What a preemptive strike!

Others at the scene hesitated but chimed in:

"That's right... Miss Jiang snatched someone's camera first, and they slapped her back, which evened things out. But you beat her up like this... Don't you have any morals at all?"

"Mr. Zeng Yichen, you've already got your father arrested, and you still dare to be so arrogant?"

Zeng Yichen's chest heaved violently. He wanted to retort, but as Zeng Nian's biological son, he couldn't utter a single word to exonerate himself.

Jiang Manxi listened to their insults towards Zeng Yichen and witnessed firsthand what it meant for a tiger to be bullied by dogs when it is down on its luck.

She was about to retort on his behalf, but the voice behind her was faster than she could.

"Who told you that just because my daughter from the Jiang family got slapped, it's considered even?"

Everyone turned around and saw a handsome man with a refined demeanor walking over, but he was surrounded by a fierce aura.

Everyone immediately recognized Jiang Baishen, the heir of the Jiang family who had been dominating the homepage of the "elite" section for years, along with his bodyguards.

Jiang Baishen walked up to Jiang Manxi and gently touched her swollen face.

"Brother...it hurts..." Jiang Manxi's nose turned red, and large tears fell from her eyes.

Hearing her fragile voice, Zeng Yichen's anger was reignited, and he turned around, wanting to beat that bastard up again.

But the moment he turned around, Jiang Baishen blocked his way.

Jiang Baishen looked down at Zeng Yichen's blood-soaked hand and his obviously deformed fingers.

My heart suddenly softened.

He tossed a message to the bodyguard beside him, "Bandage him up."

"Yes, young master!" the bodyguard replied, taking Zeng Yichen's hand and beginning to perform some simple treatments.

Jiang Baishen walked up to the two reporters, one lying horizontally and the other vertically. He glanced at the person on the ground before turning to look at the other one.

The bespectacled man was clearly starting to tremble. He dared to kick Zeng Yichen when he was down, but he really didn't dare to jump in front of the young master of the Jiang family.

"Young Master Jiang..."

"You're saying you want my sister to pay you back, is that right?"

Then let's calculate how much the Jiang family should compensate you. Your camera is worth at most tens of thousands of yuan, plus that person's medical expenses, which we will naturally cover, but..."

Jiang Baishen took another step forward, pressing the man so tightly that he had to retreat.

"My sister's face costs at least a million yuan a year just for maintenance, plus insurance. Besides, she represents the face and dignity of the Jiang family..."

So how do you plan to compensate for these losses?