Chapter 1042: Chapter 1041: Headache Chapter 1042: Chapter 1041: Headache He seemed to be cursing Huo Kewei, but in actuality, he was reminding He Shasha not to cross the line. Moreover, what Huo Kewei had done confirmed he was indeed a scumbag, with countless detestable things under his belt. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been possible for him to become sworn brothers with the demonically charming Zuo Xinyao.
In fact, Huo Kewei’s attitude towards He Shasha was already surprising enough.
At least in the past, no one had ever seen that woman argue with Ke Wei and not be thoroughly dealt with afterward.
He Shasha frowned and sized up Huo Kewei with a malicious gaze. When their eyes met, she hastily withdrew hers. Previously, she had never seriously looked at Huo Kewei, thinking him to be nothing more than a thug; after all, they had fought upon their first meeting.
Now, upon looking again, she found Huo Kewei’s eyes terrifyingly dreadful.
Huo Kewei broke the somewhat stagnant atmosphere, stood up straight, and glanced at his watch, “Alright! It’s about time.”
“Okay!” He Shasha snapped out of her chaotic thoughts, filled with a fighting spirit, she strode towards the villa.
Dealing with Jing Tong made her blood boil. She hadn’t expected that woman to actually have a chance to make a comeback, but tonight she was determined to utterly shatter her dreams.
Nan Fei was right; once Jing Tong managed to turn the tables, she would definitely seek revenge on the He Family and Nan Fei.
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“Yi Ming, my head hurts.” Jing Tong, pale-faced and covering her forehead, broke out in a cold sweat, and her downcast eyes flitted with a trace of guilt and annoyance.
That detestable Jiang Nanfei, daring to mess up her plans—she must make her die.
Ha, ha, ha… making her die would simply be letting her off too easily. Since she had such a seductive foxlike face, why not sell her off to be a prostitute? It would be fitting for her to taste what she once experienced.
That would be absolutely delightful.
Jing Tong’s body trembled slightly with excitement at the scenario that emerged in her mind.
Fu Yiming watched Jing Tong’s performance with a cold and detached gaze, becoming more and more impassive.
“I’m so sorry, Xin Wu! I didn’t mean to do it on purpose, I had no other intentions, please believe me.” Jing Tong, with tears streaming, desperately grabbed Fu Yiming’s arm, pleading, “Yi Ming, do you not believe me either? I…”
As she spoke, she burst into sobs, leaning on Fu Yiming’s shoulder and trembling nonstop. Her state was such that it would have softened the heart of even the most unyielding person.
Unfortunately, Nan Fei’s heart had long since grown harder than solid ice. She watched Jing Tong’s act and directed a mocking smile towards Fu Yiming.
Fu Yiming’s expression turned dark with anger due to her provocative and contemptuous look. He was someone who valued face greatly, and now to be laughed at by a junior for being toyed with by a woman with ulterior motives was more than he could bear.
Pity that Jing Tong, still lying on his shoulder, missed the most crucial point.
“Enough! Stop crying, will you? It’s like you’re at a funeral.” Fu Xinwu interrupted impatiently, his annoyance evident as he dropped his chopsticks onto the table. Disgustedly, he said, “All you know is to cry, to cry, to cry. What do you take our Fu Family for? If people didn’t know better, they’d think we were actually holding a funeral here!”
The mention of a funeral from Fu Xinwu was enough to strike a nerve in Fu Yiming. After all, with the Huo Family having had three funerals in a row, everyone knew and would offer a word of sympathy for the one behind it all.
“Enough! You shut up too.” Fu Yiming barked, “I am in charge of this house, one and all of you.”
“I’m sorry!” Jing Tong shrank back, gazing at him with beseeching eyes, unwilling to let go.
Just then, the housekeeper, plucking up the courage, approached the dining room entrance, “Sir, there’s a visitor outside who says they’re here for Jiang Nanfei.”