The Counterattack of a Wealthy Family's Substitute

He tried to pull Yao Yingxi along, but she turned away and dodged him.

Due to the effects of alcohol, his movements were somewhat slow, and so was his mind, unaware of it: "Only after spending time with Yueyue have I realized that the person I've always liked and loved is you."

Yao Yingxi took a step back, looking at him with cold and mocking eyes, "It's no use saying these things now. You're sober now, so let me make this clear: although you and Yueyue are no longer husband and wife..."

His eyes sharpened: "Even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. Don't try to pull any tricks to get me to come out. In the future, don't call me unless it's absolutely necessary."

The reason she went to Liang Yu's appointment was that Liang Yu threatened her with photos taken when Yao Yingyue was suffering from depression in the United States.

Liang Yu whispered, "Xiao Xi, trust me."

Yao Yingxi stared at him coldly. The kind of affection Liang Yu spoke of was too cheap and disgusting.

Furthermore, the reason why her relationship with Yueyue had deteriorated was due to Liang Yu from the very beginning. She admitted that she didn't have the heart to forgive those who had hurt her.

Upon hearing this, Liang Yu quickly chased after her and put his arm around Yao Yingxi's waist.

Yao Yingxi didn't expect Liang Yu to do this. She lowered her voice and, while speaking, tried to pry Liang Yu's hand off, saying, "Liang Yu, don't do things that disgust me."

Fueled by alcohol, Liang Yu went on a drunken rampage, saying, "Xiao Xi, I regret it so much. I regret letting you down back then. I love you, I love you..."

The more he spoke, the more Yao Yingxi frowned. After finally managing to pry Liang Yu's hands away, Yao Yingxi took several steps back. "Liang Yu, I don't like to go back to an old flame. Putting everything else aside, just the fact that you betrayed me, even though I've let go of the past, doesn't mean I've forgiven you."

"I asked you to take Yueyue abroad so that you could give her a new environment and happiness, not to do these ridiculous things." She stared coldly at Liang Yu.

A cold wind howled, whipping the corners of her clothes and the ends of her hair. Yao Yingxi crossed her arms over her chest, staring warily and unfamiliarly at Liang Yu, who was squatting on the ground covering his eyes.

"Yueyue has changed. She's become like a suspicious, resentful woman, unlike when I first met her, when she was so innocent and naive."

Yao Yingxi stood there for a while, then turned and left, ignoring Liang Yu who was squatting on the ground.

Is it that things change every month, or is it simply the passage of time that has forced this change?

Hearing footsteps, Liang Yu looked up and saw Yao Yingxi about to leave. He quickly grabbed her hand and said, "Xiaoxi, I'm so sorry. I beg you, please give me another chance. I'll make it up to you. I really love you."

Yao Yingxi sneered and shook off his hand. "When you and Yueyue betrayed me, you acted just like this, as if the whole world should sympathize with you."

"You are still the same now."

Liang Yu stared blankly at Yao Yingxi, his eyes red-rimmed.

Yao Yingxi gave him a cold glance, walked to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and left.

……

As He Qinfang got out of the car, looking at the upscale apartment complex in front of her, the veins on her hand holding the bag bulged, and she was filled with grief and indignation.

Jealousy was overwhelming her, but she tried her best to control herself.

She pushed up her sunglasses and walked slowly and gracefully to the apartment door, ringing the doorbell.

A voice from inside asked, "Who are you?"

What He Qinfang saw on the small screen was a woman in her forties, probably that bitch's maid.

"I'm looking for Zhou Qianqian," he stated his purpose directly.

"My wife doesn't have time. Who are you?"

“Xu Hengyuan called me over. If you tell Zhou Qianqian this, she will naturally…” He Qinfang was interrupted by a voice behind her before she could finish speaking.

"My husband asked you to come and see me?" Zhou Qianqian looked puzzled.

Her affair with Xu Hengyuan had always been a secret, and very few people knew about it. Suddenly, a woman came along.

Hearing the sound, He Qinfang turned to the side and saw a woman standing in front of her, who looked as young as she did in the photo. Her suppressed jealousy surged up again.

When Zhou Qianqian saw He Qinfang, she paused for a few seconds, then hurriedly pulled the boy next to her behind her. Having been with Xu Hengyuan for so many years, she naturally recognized He Qinfang.

"Judging from your reaction, you should recognize me, you little bitch." As she spoke, she hit Zhou Qianqian with her bag and grabbed her hair with one hand.

Zhou Qianqian instinctively tried to shield herself with her hands, but her hair was pulled up. She gave up resisting and grabbed her hair with both hands to ease the pain in her scalp, while tears streamed down her face.

"Help, help..."

"Let go of my mommy, let go of my mommy!" the little boy cried, walking to He Qinfang's side and grabbing her hand.

"You little bitch, you little bastard," He Qinfang cursed, as the little boy blocked her hand that was scratching her.

Without a second thought, He Qinfang kicked the door open, saying, "You little bastard, I'll show you today what kind of vile woman your mother was who gave birth to you."

The little boy was kicked to the ground, and He Qinfang grabbed Zhou Qianqian's clothes.

The apartment door was opened, and the aunt who had just appeared on the screen rushed out upon hearing the noise. She helped the little boy up, while cowering and making a phone call, shouting, "Help! Stop calling! Stop calling!"

"You little slut, why did you have to be a mistress and destroy someone else's family?"

Zhou Qianqian was in excruciating pain, her scalp tingling, but she still had to worry about her torn clothes. When she saw her maid holding the phone to call the police, she quickly shouted, "Hang up, hang up, don't call the police!"

Xu Hengyuan always maintained a "nice guy" image in public, but if he called the police, he would make a big fuss about it.

Upon hearing this, He Qinfang's lips curled slightly. She hadn't stopped the maid from calling the police.

She had already planned it out: if this matter blew up, she would file for divorce, so that the whole country would know and everyone would see Xu Hengyuan's true colors, ruining his reputation.

Otherwise, why would she be so stupid as to come here?

The scene became chaotic. Zhou Qianqian's maid pulled her away from He Qinfang and quickly dragged her into the apartment.

He Qinfang's hair was also messy at this time. As she tidied it, she shouted and cursed at the door, "Zhou Qianqian, you little bitch who deserves to be fucked. Why did you have to be a mistress? It's disgusting. And your little bastard."

After glancing inside and finding no one to answer, He Qinfang turned and left with a cold laugh.

The battle was fought perfectly.

Xu Yuanheng slammed the car door shut in anger and strode into the lobby.

Seeing He Qinfang sitting on the sofa drinking tea, he suddenly walked over, grabbed He Qinfang, and raised his head to slap her. This time, He Qinfang was already on guard.

To avoid it, she crouched down.

Xu Hengyuan intended to use all his strength in that slap, but he missed and twisted his hand.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, He Qinfang kicked Xu Hengyuan's knee with her high-heeled foot.

Xu Hengyuan, having used both methods simultaneously, painfully released his grip. He Qinfang took a few steps back, watching Xu Hengyuan warily. For the first time, she dared to resist, her tone resolute: "Xu Hengyuan, if you hit me again, I'll call the police."

Xu Hengyuan was stunned by his words, his veins bulging with anger, but he had nowhere to vent his anger.