Rebirth of a Spoiled Darling: Bloodstained Lord Huo's Billion-Dollar Dowry Proposal

"Honey, I'm doing this all for your own good. Please don't be fooled by her appearance. She—"

Yang Xuemei swayed her waist and wrapped herself around Xu Wenbin, a fawning smile on her face, "Honey, listen to what people are saying."

As more and more people gathered around him, Xu Wenbin realized that his plan was doomed.

His face turned green with anger; if it weren't for the occasion, he would have slapped him long ago.

Yang Xuemei, who was completely unaware of what was happening, had a ruthless glint in her eyes.

Meng Shu is so beautiful; she'll be a troublemaker sooner or later.

No matter what, she's determined to ruin Meng Shu's reputation today!

Even if it means framing her, I'm willing to do it.

After all, as long as someone believes it, it is the truth!

"Meng Shu, you were having affairs with the director and several teachers when you were in the orphanage. Did you think you could hide it from me?"

"Don't be fooled by her innocent appearance. She has been taken advantage of by countless men because of her looks."

Upon hearing this, the onlookers erupted in uproar.

"What? No way!"

"I don't think this young lady is that kind of person; the woman who is speaking is more like it."

"Look at her, she married a man old enough to be her father. She must be a vain and unscrupulous woman."

"The cost of spreading these rumors is zero, so everyone should calm down."

"Let me tell you, this woman's name is Yang Xuemei, she's a minor internet celebrity, she wouldn't dare to spread rumors like this, would she?"

"It's easy to draw a tiger, but difficult to draw its skin. Anyway, it has nothing to do with us. We can just watch the show."

"Yang Xuemei, what nonsense are you spouting?" Zhou Chu was so angry that she felt dizzy and was about to rush forward.

Unexpectedly, Meng Shu acted even faster.

She stepped forward and slapped Yang Xuemei hard across the face.

Snapped!

Yang Xuemei covered her instantly swollen face, staring at Meng Shu in disbelief, clearly still not having reacted.

"This slap is on behalf of the dean and all the teachers."

Not only do you not appreciate their kindness in raising you, but you also dare to slander them everywhere—this is unforgivable!

A flicker of fear crossed Yang Xuemei's eyes as she realized what was happening, and the next second her eyes reddened. "Meng Shu, how dare you hit me..."

"Slap!" The crisp sound of a slap rang out again.

"This slap is for me, Meng Shu. I will not offend others unless they offend me, but if they do offend me, I will repay them a hundredfold!"

Yang Xuemei was a little scared when she saw Meng Shu's gloomy face. She was about to say something.

Unexpectedly, before he could even open his mouth, he was slapped in the face again.

"This final slap is for yourself, for your despicable character and numerous evil deeds!"

Three slaps in quick succession left Yang Xuemei dizzy, her face swollen and painful, unable to utter a single word.

This scene completely stunned everyone present.

In particular, the saleswoman who hadn't even looked at Meng Shu directly was so frightened that she turned pale.

Even Zhou Chu, who was standing to the side, was taken aback. She looked at Meng Shu with mixed feelings.

Because he was an orphan.

Meng Shu was always kind and generous.

They don't dwell on things too much and always offer kind advice.

This is the first time I've taken direct action like this.

It's only been a month since I last saw Meng Shu, but she seems to have changed.

Only Xu Wenbin's surprise turned into solemnity.

No wonder that person said Meng Shu was no ordinary person.

So it seems to be true.

Even so, he will still complete the mission.

Thinking of that promise of one hundred million.

A look of certainty and calculation flashed in Xu Wenbin's eyes.

"Yang Xuemei, have you remembered everything I just said?"

Meng Shu looked at Yang Xuemei, her eyebrows curving, but her smile didn't reach her eyes.

"What, you seem unconvinced? Then I don't mind teaching you a lesson again!"

The voice was cool and gentle, yet it carried a blatant threat.

Yang Xuemei was so angry that her face turned purple, the veins on her neck stood out, and she was panting heavily.

"Meng Shu, you bastard, I'll tear your stinking mouth apart!"

As he spoke, he rushed forward menacingly, about to attack Meng Shu.