RMM -Chapter 329 Life Is Full of Spectacles

“Y—You…”

Brother Liu was angry. He glared and wanted to scold He Wen for being uncooperative, but He Wen gave him a contemptuous look and cut him off with a cold sneer.

“What’s the matter? I stopped, didn’t I? I didn’t even touch anything. Excuse me, sir, do you have any questions?”

Brother Liu was infuriated by her words—especially when He Wen called him “sir,” which only made him more furious. Sir? He’s only in his forties!

“What kind of talk is that? You’re not bad-looking, so why are you so rude?”

Brother Liu shouted angrily at He Wen. He had even had thoughts about her before, but it turned out she was such an uncultured, wild girl!

“How am I speaking? I’m just speaking the truth. My dad is even younger than you—tell me, are you really a ‘sir’?”

He Wen retorted with biting sarcasm.

“You little wild girl! Do you believe I won’t teach you a lesson?”

Brother Liu was both angry and embarrassed. He raised his hand, ready to hit her.

He Wen was quick. As soon as his hand came down, she dodged gracefully.

“Damn! You, an old man, dare to lay a hand on me?”

He Wen was furious. Who had ever dared to hit her in her life? Even her own father had never dared touch a finger of hers. And now this unknown old man dares to hit her?

Fuming, He Wen’s long leg snapped out, striking Liu’s knee hard. He yelped in pain and clutched his leg.

“Damn it! That shameless woman actually hit me. I’ll make sure to teach you a lesson today!”

Brother Liu’s eyes glinted with malice. With that, he stormed to the private room and called everyone inside out.

Su Ruo stood with Duan Wei, coldly watching as several people emerged from the room, each wearing a malicious smile as they surrounded them.

“When did Mu You become your territory? How dare you act so brazen?”

Su Ruo lifted her chin, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Liu with disdain and arrogance.

“To teach a few wild girls a lesson, no need to be in my territory,”

Liu sneered, his gaze scanning the three of them, full of unsaid intentions.

Su Ruo shook her head, smiling. “I didn’t realize it before… what’s happening these days? Why are there so many scum and lowlifes?”

“Since we’ve met, why not do a good deed? Eliminating trouble for the people—how about that?”

He Wen sneered, then lifted her foot and kicked Zhao Nuanxun on the ground again.

“This woman isn’t any good either—flirty and vile. So disgusting. I wondered why she dressed like that… turns out she’s selling herself.”

Su Ruo, hearing He Wen’s words, glanced at Zhao Nuanxun on the ground. She couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. Zhao Nuanxun was curled on the floor, clutching her stomach and wailing in pain. Her heavy makeup was smeared from crying, dark circles ringed her eyes, and her hair, no longer flowing, hung in a messy disarray. She looked utterly pitiful.

But the real focus was her clothes. During the earlier struggle, her skirt had been torn, exposing a large portion of her body. Even her underwear was fully visible, and her long, fair legs were completely revealed. The men who had come out glanced at her lewdly, with disgusting smiles on their faces.

Su Ruo looked at Zhao Nuanxun’s revealing black underwear and sneered. This woman really goes all out… obviously dressing to seduce. But her taste is terrible. And Liu? What kind of man is he?

It proved the old saying: Birds of a feather flock together. Zhao Nuanxun and Liu suited each other perfectly.

Su Ruo wondered if Mo Qi realized that the “white lotus” in his heart was really just a superficial wildflower. Meeting such a woman was probably his own fault—he had been blind, leaving a good woman like Duan Wei behind. Look at that—karma comes fast.

“Selling yourself but not picking a decent client? Truly born with a lowly soul… desperate and indiscriminate,”

Su Ruo said mockingly, looking down at the disheveled Zhao Nuanxun.

“Shut up! You die!”

Zhao Nuanxun screamed venomously. Her skirt torn, lower body exposed, and surrounded by so many lecherous eyes—it was disgusting. She tried to cover herself, wanted to escape into the room, but her whole body hurt. Her legs, kicked by Su Ruo and He Wen, were too sore to stand.

She wanted to climb onto Brother Liu’s bed—but that didn’t mean she wanted so many people seeing her body. After all, she had only tried to seduce Liu for her own future.

Duan Wei watched the chaos silently, saying nothing and not stopping Su Ruo and He Wen from attacking Zhao Nuanxun together.

Hearing Zhao Nuanxun’s agonized curses finally spurred Duan Wei into action. She squatted down, grabbed Zhao Nuanxun by the hair, forcing her to look at her. She ignored Zhao Nuanxun’s cries of pain, not easing her grip.

“Zhao Nuanxun, tell me—do you love Mo Qi?”

“Hmph! Who else would love a loser like him? All show and no substance—I don’t even bother looking at him!”

Zhao Nuanxun’s eyes were red, her words venomous and full of disgust. Duan Wei slapped her hard across the face.

“Don’t love? Then why did you approach him back then? Don’t love? Then why did you marry him?”

Duan Wei’s face was cold as frost, her words sharp as ice.

Meanwhile, Brother Liu had had enough. Women were trouble, always fussing over love—wasting time.

“Hey, if you girls want to reminisce, fine. Just do it in a room. With so many of us, you won’t be lonely.”

Brother Liu decided to teach Su Ruo and the others a lesson. How to do it? With women, there were plenty of options.

“What? You think you can step into that room?”

Su Ruo sneered in disgust. How did such a man even get upstairs? When did Mu You’s management get so lax?

“Why not? Could it be that the little girls are inviting me to a hotel room? Haha… not bad.”

Brother Liu laughed lewdly, thinking it wouldn’t be so bad to play around with the girls at the hotel.

“Ruo Ruo, don’t waste your time with him. That old man’s mind is full of pig intestines—disgusting.”

He Wen, impatient, was just trying to get some fresh air, only to run into this unlucky situation—annoying beyond belief.

“Damn shameless man! Attack!”

Brother Liu trembled with anger at He Wen’s repeated insults. He called his men to deal with Su Ruo and the others.

Su Ruo, however, remained calm, standing leisurely as if the fierce men before her didn’t even exist.

As Brother Liu roared, the few men beside him took two steps forward—then were suddenly kicked over by a group of black-clad figures who had appeared out of nowhere. They hadn’t even seen who was attacking; all were lying on the ground, clutching their bodies and wailing in pain.

Su Ruo’s smile grew colder.

Brother Liu was dumbfounded. Where did these people come from? How were they so skilled?

Did this woman bring them?

Looking at Su Ruo’s half-smile, he felt a twinge of fear.

“Oh, you came just in time. I thought we’d be dragged into the private room by this old man,”

He Wen laughed at the black-clad people, not at all surprised by their sudden appearance.

At that moment, a male voice spoke from the side:

“Sorry to scare Miss He, my fault, my fault.”

Yang Yu secretly wiped sweat from his brow. He hadn’t dared interfere earlier, watching his boss enjoy herself.

He had been observing carefully, never allowing a threat to approach. Seeing the situation turn tense, he immediately brought people to back her up.

When Su Ruo and Zhao Nuanxun first confronted each other, Yang Yu had noticed but didn’t intervene, thinking it was old friends meeting. But as the conflict escalated, he acted cautiously, sending in skilled men to act as backup, ready to “rescue” at a moment’s notice.

He had been holding back, letting his boss have fun, since the opponent hadn’t gained any advantage.

He Wen’s words still made him nervous, and he couldn’t help stealing glances at his boss for cues. Maybe he misunderstood her intentions?

Su Ruo saw Yang Yu’s pitiful expression and laughed. “He Wen, don’t make it hard for Manager Yang. Manager Yang, your timing was perfect. Well done. You may consider adjusting his pay accordingly.”

Su Ruo’s bright smile reassured Yang Yu. Pay raise or not, he didn’t care. He just feared accidentally offending these little masters.

“You… who are you?”

Brother Liu’s suspicion grew. He recognized Manager Yang—but why was he so respectful to this woman? Who exactly was she to deserve such protection?

“Who cares who I am? What matters is teaching you a lesson. By the way, what were you saying to us earlier?”

Su Ruo sneered, then looked at Yang Yu, smiling. “Manager Yang, earlier this ‘sir’ said he wanted to take us into a room for fun, even attempted to hit He Wen. What do you think… should we allow that?”

Yang Yu’s eyelids twitched, cold sweat running down. This old man really had some nerve. Boss’s identity… how could he not punish him?

“Up to Miss,” he said.

Su Ruo had never revealed herself as Mu You’s boss to outsiders, so Yang Yu referred to her as “Miss.”

“My decision? First, chop off his hands.”

Suddenly, another voice rang out—cold, sharp, merciless.

Su Ruo raised an eyebrow. Feng Wei Jia had arrived.