The Counterattack of a Wealthy Family's Substitute

As soon as Xi Yuanchen finished speaking, President Zhang's secretary made a gesture to his subordinates.

Several men stepped forward to grab Yao Yingxi, but Xi Yuanchen glanced at them, and the men who were about to grab Yao Yingxi instinctively stopped in their tracks.

Xi Yuanchen's aura was too powerful. Zhang's secretary, a man of the world, instinctively felt that Xi Yuanchen was no pushover. He took out his phone and sent a message to Zhang, then stepped forward and politely said, "Sir, if you and Miss Yao have no relationship, then I'll take Miss Yao away first?"

Xi Yuanchen didn't speak, but turned his head to look at Yao Yingxi's face, his gaze instantly turning sharp: "You want to take her away?"

Mr. Zhang's secretary flinched slightly, but forced a tactful reply: "Ms. Yao is Mr. Zhang's guest."

Yao Yingxi clenched her hands in despair, looking at Xi Yuanchen, completely bewildered. Hadn't he just clearly stated he wouldn't help her? What did he mean now?

As Mr. Zhang stepped out of the elevator, his expression shifted several times after he walked over and saw Xi Yuanchen and Yao Yingxi standing together. Finally, he smiled and said, "Mr. Xi, when did you arrive in Yuncheng? Why didn't you say anything? When do you have time? I'd like to invite you to dinner."

Xi Yuanchen looked at President Zhang, his expression unchanged, and said directly, "There's no need for dinner. I just want to ask President Zhang, where are you taking her with such a big entourage?"

"And..." Xi Yuan paused, then spoke again with a sharp tone, "What about the slap mark on her face?"

"I'm sorry!" Before Mr. Zhang could speak, his secretary immediately bent down and slapped herself across the face. "Mr. Xi, I was blind to your greatness. Ms. Yao, I'm sorry, please forgive me!"

Yao Yingxi was not overly surprised by the sudden turn of events. She looked at President Zhang and his secretary without saying a word.

Xi Yuanchen took two steps to Yao Yingxi's side, looked at President Zhang, and said calmly, "President Zhang, you're a married man now, and you're practically on your deathbed. If you're always thinking about how to play around with women, it might not be good for you. Especially..."

"A woman you must not touch."

"Do you really want your business empire, built from scratch, to be destroyed because of your own stupidity?"

Mr. Zhang's face grew increasingly grim as Xi Yuanchen spoke, eventually turning pale.

Xi Yuanchen glanced at his secretary, whose face had been swollen from slapping himself, and then slowly looked at President Zhang.

Mr. Zhang's knees buckled and he fell to the ground with a thud.

“Mr. Zhang, you should have learned an idiom when you were in school, ‘a dog relies on its master’s power.’ Without your instructions, I believe your secretary wouldn’t dare to touch her.”

"Yes, yes, yes..." President Zhang immediately admitted his mistake, raising his hand and slapping himself hard several times: "President Xi, Miss Yao, I'm sorry, I was bewitched! I was blinded by lust! I even had someone attack Miss Yao!"

"Mr. Xi, Ms. Yao, please forgive me!"

Yao Yingxi lowered her eyes, looked at President Zhang kneeling on the ground, and took a deep breath.

When forced by reality, you have no choice but to see the cruel rules of survival in this society. She was like an ant in front of President Zhang, and President Zhang was like an ant in front of Xi Yuanchen. He crushed her, and he crushed him.

Xi Yuanchen reached out and grabbed Yao Yingxi's wrist, pulling her away. As they passed President Zhang, he said, "President Zhang, please let me see your sincerity."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Mr. Zhang hurriedly replied, slapping himself even harder.

Xi Yuanchen's assistant also came up. He nodded to Yao Yingxi and said to Xi Yuanchen, "Boss, I'll stay here with President Zhang."

"Okay." Xi Yuanchen responded and pulled Yao Yingxi into the elevator.

It started raining outside the hotel sometime earlier, and the ground was already wet.

A night breeze blew by, and Yao Yingxi shivered from the cold, finally coming back to her senses.

She pulled her wrist away from Xi Yuanchen's grasp, wrapped one arm around herself, and clenched her other hand tightly, saying, "Mr. Xi, thank you."

Yao Yingxi pulled her hand back with great force, catching Xi Yuanchen off guard and causing him to be thrown away.

She stood upright, with a large area of ​​light behind her, and the wary look on her face reminded Xi Yuanchen of the hedgehog he used to raise when he was a child.

She was really different from his An'an, but that didn't matter anymore; all he wanted was an illusion.

Xi Yuanchen squinted at her, his voice colder than the wind: "I've said it before, I never meddle in other people's business. I'm only doing this to get what I want."

"What does Mr. Xi want?" A second after Xi Yuanchen finished speaking, Yao Yingxi smiled and asked, "Do you want my body or me as a person?"

"Friends with benefits or a kept mistress?"

Yao Yingxi looked at him and said, "You've helped me so many times. If you want my body... okay, I can give it to you. I think there must be quite a few women who want to sleep with you. Maybe I'll be the one who gets the better deal."

“But…” Yao Yingxi changed the subject: “I hope that after sleeping with you once, everything between us can be wiped clean.”

Xi Yuanchen's expression turned ugly the moment Yao Yingxi opened her mouth. After she finished speaking, he smiled and said, "Thank me with your body? You think you're worth a lot?"

Yao Yingxi's smile froze, her nails digging into her palms: "Isn't what Mr. Xi wants my body? Besides, what I'm giving him is my most precious thing."

"Heh." Xi Yuanchen sneered, reached out and pulled Yao Yingxi into his arms, raised his hand to pinch her chin, and lowered his head to kiss her.

The kiss was very rough, and the taste of blood quickly filled Yao Yingxi's mouth.

Yao Yingxi was pushed into the car by Xi Yuanchen. He pressed her down, roughly tore open her shirt, and cruelly pinched her soft flesh.

Yao Yingxi was completely dazed until his hand gripped her waist, and the suffocating pain brought her back to her senses.

She slapped Chen Yubai across the face, then, pale-faced and trembling, picked up the clothes that Xi Yuanchen had torn off and put them on. She then pushed open the car door and stumbled away.

Xi Yuanchen's face was incredibly gloomy. He stared at Yao Yingxi's figure getting further and further away, took out his phone, made a call, and drove off in a cloud of dust.

Soon, assistant Anan arrived at Xi Yuanchen's apartment.

"Boss, these are Miss Yao's files."

Anan handed the documents to Xi Yuanchen, who took them with a deep gaze: "She is Xu Hengyuan's daughter?"

“Yes,” Anan said. “To be precise, she is Yao Juan’s daughter.”

“Miss Yao moved out with her mother when she was ten years old. When she was twelve, her mother died in a car accident and she went to live in an orphanage. When she was fifteen, her younger sister was abused by Xu Hengyuan’s current wife. In order to take care of her sister, she left the orphanage.”

"In addition, I found out..."