RMM -Chapter 328 United as One to Beat the Bitch

The past was like smoke, drifting away with the wind.

Zhao Nuanxun’s voice was full of grievance as she pouted and complained to Brother Liu, looking as if tears were about to fall.

Brother Liu looked utterly heartbroken. “Xiao Nuan, don’t cry. I’m here today—no one can bully you. I’ll stand up for you!”

“Tch…”

He Wen couldn’t stand it anymore. She rolled her eyes and sneered, her face full of disdain.

Su Ruo couldn’t help smiling either, the corners of her mouth curving upward. These two were like actors in a comedy—it was downright hilarious.

And besides, why did Zhao Nuanxun look like she’d found herself a backer? The smug, relieved look on her face—anyone who didn’t know better would think this so-called Brother Liu was her husband.

But judging from the situation…

A slightly wicked thought crossed Su Ruo’s mind. Could it be that Zhao Nuanxun had some kind of improper, intimate relationship with this Brother Liu? Like… being kept?

Amused by her own thought, Su Ruo’s smile deepened.

“Zhao Nuanxun, you’re letting him stand up for you?”
Duan Wei frowned as she asked. What was that supposed to mean?

“So what? Not allowed?” Zhao Nuanxun raised her brows and smiled smugly. “Weren’t you trying to bully me with your power? Fine—bring it on now. Let’s see who’s really more capable.”

Her gaze toward Duan Wei was arrogantly provocative, completely different from before—like she’d been injected with chicken blood.

He Wen curled her lips in contempt. Who knew where she’d dug up this old turtle and was treating him like some immortal sage?

“Who is he?”
Duan Wei frowned even harder. The suspicion in her heart grew stronger.

“You don’t need to know who he is. As long as he can help me vent my anger, that’s enough.”
Zhao Nuanxun sneered, then turned to Brother Liu with a coy smile, her dependence and affection obvious.

Su Ruo finally couldn’t hold it in anymore and snorted with laughter. “Zhao Nuanxun, this old man—he isn’t that ‘sugar daddy’ you found, is he?”

“Sugar daddy? You mean two people having an affair, like being kept?”
As soon as Su Ruo finished, He Wen hurriedly chimed in, her tone dripping with sarcasm and her voice deliberately loud.

Zhao Nuanxun flushed with anger. She was only relying on Brother Liu—how could it be as disgusting as they made it sound? Even if something really was going on between them, what did it have to do with these people?

“Shut up, all of you!” Zhao Nuanxun shouted, then looked at Brother Liu pitifully. “Brother Liu, look at them—they keep bullying me.”

Brother Liu’s bones practically melted under her affectionate gaze. He immediately smiled and agreed.
“Alright, alright, Xiao Nuan, don’t be angry. I’ll take care of it.”

He patted Zhao Nuanxun’s hand, comforting her while taking advantage at the same time. In his heart, he thought: Being kept? Even if it’s not that yet, it will be sooner or later. Even if I don’t keep her, sleeping with her a few times wouldn’t be bad. Her figure and looks aren’t bad at all—she should taste pretty good.

Still, Zhao Nuanxun looked decent alone, but compared to the three women beside her, she was instantly outclassed. The more he looked at her style and demeanor, the more she resembled a cheap chicken.

Brother Liu had good taste—he could tell that the clothes these three women wore were expensive, and coupled with their looks, they naturally exuded a noble air.

If he could keep women like that, now that would be something to be proud of—pleasing to the eye as well.

“These three ladies, I wonder how our Xiao Nuan offended you, that you’d hurt her with words like this?”
In order to leave a good impression on Su Ruo and the others, Brother Liu even spoke in a pretentiously refined manner, thinking it made him sound cultured.

He Wen couldn’t be bothered to respond. She glanced at him sidelong, then immediately looked away. She really couldn’t understand how Zhao Nuanxun had taken a liking to this kind of trash, acting all docile and affectionate—wasn’t it disgusting?

Su Ruo also stayed silent, looking like she was happily watching a show.

But Duan Wei couldn’t stay calm. Frowning, she looked at Zhao Nuanxun, who was holding her chin high.
“Are you having an affair?”

Pfft—

Su Ruo burst out laughing. Duan Wei’s question was really something.

“Sir, you know she has a husband, don’t you?”
Duan Wei ignored Su Ruo’s laughter and didn’t wait for Zhao Nuanxun to answer. She already had her answer—given the situation, saying there was nothing ambiguous between Zhao Nuanxun and this old man would be unbelievable even to a blind person.

“I know. There’s nothing between Xiao Nuan and me—don’t misunderstand. I’m just bringing her out for social engagements,” Brother Liu said openly, finding himself a perfectly legitimate excuse.

Work needs—entertaining clients—perfectly natural.

“Sir, it has nothing to do with us why you brought Miss Zhao out. There’s nothing to misunderstand. We’re just worried that if her husband sees this, things might get ugly. He dotes on her like crazy—if you so openly take his wife out into the nightlife, aren’t you afraid he’ll come after you with a knife?”
He Wen leaned against the wall, tilting her head as she spoke with a half-smile.

Duan Wei’s expression subtly changed when she heard that, her gaze darkening as if something had crossed her mind.

Brother Liu felt awkward at He Wen’s words. Weren’t things like this supposed to be understood without being spelled out? Pointing it out so bluntly really took the fun out of it, and he grew a bit annoyed.

But when he looked again at the three women’s faces, he swallowed that displeasure. A beauty’s rudeness is sweet to endure.

“Haha, this young lady really knows how to joke.”

Duan Wei didn’t bother with him. She stared straight at Zhao Nuanxun and asked coldly,
“Does Mo Qi know?”

Zhao Nuanxun was furious. Those shameful, hidden matters being exposed so nakedly made her burn with anger.

“Whether he knows or not is none of your business!”
She glared at Duan Wei and sneered, clearly implying it was none of her concern.

Duan Wei was furious. She never imagined that Zhao Nuanxun, after using every trick to steal Mo Qi away from her, marrying him and having a child as she wished, wouldn’t just live happily.

But what was this now?

An affair?

Putting a green hat on Mo Qi?

Rage exploded inside her. Duan Wei wished she could slap this woman twice more. Since she’d schemed so hard to take him away, why not cherish him properly? Why find someone else so quickly?

“Aren’t you supposed to love Mo Qi? If you love him, why don’t you cherish him? What are you doing now?”
Duan Wei’s sharp, furious tone angered Zhao Nuanxun.

“How I live with Mo Qi is none of your business!” Zhao Nuanxun snapped. “He’s my husband, not yours. Who are you to point fingers? What—seeing that I don’t want to be good to him anymore, you think you have a chance? You want to steal him back? Duan Wei, are you really that pathetic? Let me tell you—unless I don’t want him anymore, you’ll never get him. Not even in your next life!”

Her face twisted with malice, her eyes vicious to the extreme.

“Zhao Nuanxun, watch your filthy mouth!”
Su Ruo, standing close by, finally couldn’t take it anymore. She raised her hand and slapped Zhao Nuanxun hard across the face.

Enough watching the show—she’d join the performance herself.

Su Ruo showed no mercy with that slap. Zhao Nuanxun’s cheek instantly swelled, her head snapping to the side as her hair flew loose from the force. She looked utterly disheveled.

“Ah! What are you doing?!”
Caught completely off guard, Zhao Nuanxun felt her face go numb, then sharp pain rushed through her nerves. Her eyes reddened from the pain, and even her ears rang.

“Looks like the lesson Wei gave you earlier wasn’t enough. I’ll teach you how to speak properly. Don’t you know disaster comes from the mouth? Even one slap is going easy on you.”
Su Ruo sneered, narrowing her eyes, murderous light flashing within them.

After spending so much time with Xi Yuechen, Su Ruo had picked up some of his presence and bearing. At that moment, she really did look intimidating.

Zhao Nuanxun shuddered under her gaze, feeling a chill in her heart. Still, she forced herself to stand her ground. What’s there to be afraid of? She’s just a woman. Besides, I have Brother Liu backing me up.

“What I said wasn’t wrong!” Zhao Nuanxun shouted. “Duan Wei couldn’t keep her man, and now she wants to pick up leftovers from me. Her算盘算得倒挺精，disgusting, isn’t it?!”

Su Ruo’s face turned cold. She couldn’t even be bothered to use her hands anymore—too much powder on that face, it was dirty.

She lifted her long leg and kicked Zhao Nuanxun hard on her bare leg, sending her stumbling, nearly falling over.

“You bitch!”

Zhao Nuanxun finally lost it, screaming the insult, her face nearly twisted with rage.

Furious, Su Ruo kicked her again and shouted, “Bitch? Looks like you really are born with a bitch’s bones—unfit to even talk to people!”

Su Ruo showed no mercy at all. After a few kicks, Zhao Nuanxun collapsed onto the ground. She tried to fight back, but He Wen had already pinned her arms, leaving her helpless.

Duan Wei watched coldly from the side, saying nothing. Her eyes grew colder and colder as she stared at Zhao Nuanxun on the ground, her face icy.

Brother Liu couldn’t watch anymore. But with women fighting, it didn’t seem right for him to intervene—yet standing by felt wrong too. After all, Zhao Nuanxun was with him, and she was clearly at a complete disadvantage.

Sure, her mouth deserved a beating, but these three women were far too fierce. Their coordination and ferocity were astonishing—how could an ordinary person possibly beat them?

In an instant, all the lustful thoughts Brother Liu had about Su Ruo and the others were completely extinguished. These women were terrifying—quick to beat and curse. How could he possibly enjoy that kind of “blessing”?

Better to just make do with Zhao Nuanxun—have some fun while she was still fresh. She wouldn’t affect him much anyway.

“Stop it!”

Having made up his mind, Brother Liu immediately acted, straightening his face and shouting forcefully.

Without any lingering thoughts, his attitude naturally turned cold.

But Su Ruo and He Wen had already stopped—feet withdrawn, hands off. Only Zhao Nuanxun lay on the ground, still crying out in pain. His shout of “stop” was truly laughable.

He Wen snorted coldly, raised an eyebrow at Brother Liu, and then provocatively added two more kicks to Zhao Nuanxun on the ground.