Miss Shen ran away after finishing her meal, which angered her short-lived uncle to the point of res

Shen Feiwan led Ruan Xintong to a conference room.

Ruan Xintong is competitive, and even on Shen Feiwan's turf, she acts like a proud rooster, always taking two steps ahead of Shen Feiwan.

Once inside the conference room, she arrogantly sat down at the head of the long table.

But the next second, she started to panic.

Because she saw that Shen Feiwan had locked the meeting room door from the inside.

"What are you trying to do?" she immediately questioned Shen Feiwan, leaning forward slightly with a hint of wariness in her eyes.

Shen Feiwan casually pulled out a chair and sat down, smiling faintly, "That depends on what you plan to say and do next."

"Hmph," Ruan Xintong sneered, "Do you think you're invincible just because he favors you? He cut off all his cooperation with my family for you, you must be very proud of that, right?"

"Oh?" So this is the solution Bo Junxing came up with.

Shen Feiwan laughed, "So, did your parents arrange for you to come and apologize to me today?"

"Apologize? Do I need to apologize to you, the one who interfered?" Ruan Xintong was furious and jealous, her face contorted with rage. "You stole my man first! Since you stole my man, you should bear the consequences of everything I did to you! Besides, all I did was have someone write a few words on your car. Did you really have to whisper in your ear and have him suppress my whole family?"

"..." Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow. "It seems you don't understand your godbrother at all. No wonder he looks down on you. You and he are simply not on the same level."

Ruan Xintong was stung and enraged, "What did you say! Do you think you know him well? You're just occupying his wife's place. How long have you known him! And you dare to criticize my relationship with him!"

As she spoke, she stood up, grabbed a pen holder from the table, and threw it towards Shen Feiwan.

Shen Feiwan did not dodge.

Because she realized that Ruan Xintong didn't actually dare to throw it at her directly; she just slammed the pen holder on the table to vent her anger.

The pen holder did not hit Shen Feiwan in the end, but a pen cap that flew out grazed the corner of her eye.

Shen Feiwan didn't even blink, only letting out a disdainful chuckle.

"That's it?"

As she spoke, she touched the pen on the table that was missing its cap and twirled it between her fingers.

It was a red marker.

This reminded Shen Feiwan of the red paint that Ruan Xintong had sprayed on her car.

She glanced at Ruan Xintong silently, pushed back her chair, stood up, and walked towards Ruan Xintong step by step.

Ruan Xintong stared intently at Shen Feiwan, her chest heaving and her expression ferocious, as if she intended to overwhelm Shen Feiwan with her imposing presence.

She had already decided in her heart that if Shen Feiwan really came over and attacked her, then she wouldn't need to worry about her image anymore and would just go and pull her hair.

But Ruan Xintong never expected that Shen Feiwan's speed was so fast it was almost inhuman.

It was as if she had only been pushed on the back, and the next moment everything went black.

It wasn't until her upper body was pressed against the desk that she realized her vision was being blocked by her own clothes covering her head.

Her hands were also bound and pinned to the table, unable to move. It was Shen Feiwan who lifted her clothes from behind.

"What are you trying to do? Let go of me, Shen Feiwan!"

Ruan Xintong twisted her body like a snake.

Shen Feiwan simply bent her knees and pressed down, and she was completely suppressed and unable to move.

"Ah! What are you doing? Don't touch me! If you touch me, you're dead! I'll never let you get away with this!"

Feeling a chill run down her bare back, Ruan Xintong instinctively became afraid.

Shen Feiwan ignored her shouts and only after finishing writing did she leisurely throw away the marker in her hand.

Looking down, she asked Ruan Xintong, "Is it humiliating?"

Ruan Xintong had already realized that Shen Feiwan had used the same pen to write something on her back.

Humiliation! How could it not be humiliating?

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she finally fell silent. What else could she say? Should she beg this woman for forgiveness?

Shen Feiwan released her and said with a faint smile, "Take the humiliation. Think about it carefully, when have you ever offered yourself up to be humiliated? I've never liked to use violence to solve any problems, and you were the one who started it."

What did you write on my back?

“Whatever you had someone write on my car, I’ll return it to you now.”

Tears streamed down her face, pressing against the cold tabletop. Ruan Xintong finally felt despair.

Shen Feiwan gave her another cold look. "If you don't want to take a detour when you see me in the future, be more polite. Also, I'm a respectable person, and I hope you'll be dressed neatly when you leave here."

Ruan Xintong's teeth chattered as she silently put on her clothes. "Thanks to you, we won't see each other again. My dad will send me abroad."

"Oh? Then do you need me to wish you a safe journey?"

"You don't need to be pretentious."

Shen Feiwan chuckled softly and did not respond further.

Seeing her about to leave, Ruan Xintong suddenly shouted, "Don't be too smug. As soon as that person comes back, you'll be brought back to reality!"

"Who?"

Ruan Xintong laughed, "Want to know? I'm not telling you. I've discovered that I'm no match for you, whether it's seducing men or using violence. But in matters of the heart, you'll suffer the same pain I've endured. I'm waiting to see you make a fool of yourself!"

"Really? Maybe in the next life."

Shen Feiwan had no desire to experience the bitterness of love.

She never developed that "love-struck" mentality.

She lifted her foot and left the conference room with an air of nonchalance.

She had just gone upstairs when Shen Zhizhi received the news.

Shen Zhizhi rushed to the conference room and only saw Ruan Xintong with her hair disheveled. Her eyes had completely lost their fighting spirit.

Seeing Shen Zhizhi approach, Ruan Xintong ignored her, tidied her hair, and prepared to leave.

Shen Zhizhi grabbed her arm. "What are you doing? Giving up like this? I'm not trying to be mean, but you're so useless. I thought you were so great. You can't even handle a country bumpkin from the slums!"

"A country bumpkin from the slums? Ha. I believed your stupid words!" Ruan Xintong sneered. "If you think she's easy to deal with, then deal with her yourself. Don't contact me again."

"What?" Shen Zhizhi held onto Ruan Xintong tightly, "Are you scared of her now?"

Ruan Xintong shook off Shen Zhizhi, glanced at her disdainfully, and cursed, "Idiot!"

Shen Zhizhi exploded immediately: "Hey, what kind of attitude is this? What's with the arrogance? Don't you even look in the mirror and see what you look like! You dare to look down on me?!"

-

Shen Feiwan had just sat down at her desk when she received a message from Chen Youen.

Wow, guess what Bo Junxing did to Ruan Xintong's family?