Chapter 277: Chapter 276: Monthly Tickets 100+
Zhang Xin took a step forward and slapped Teng Jiye hard across the face: "I think you’ve gone mad!"
Teng Jiye’s face turned to one side from the force. He stuck out his tongue and licked the sore spot inside, then looked up at Zhang Xin, neither dodging nor flinching. He knew that things had already reached a point where there was no turning back.
Teng Jiye suddenly laughed and said self-mockingly, "I really am mad. I’ve loved you for so many years, watching you throw yourself into the arms of one man after another. I know you have a wild nature, and if you don’t get it out of your system, you’ll never settle down, and I’ve been willing to wait for you ever since. But now that you want to settle down, and the person you chose is not me, how can I not go mad?"
Teng Jiye showed a sarcastic smile: "Zhang Xin, have you never thought that I would love you all along? Loved you for so many years?"
Zhang Xin was stunned, looking at Teng Jiye’s smile, she suddenly felt that this person was exceptionally unfamiliar to her.
Teng Jiye looked at Zhang Xin with a complex gaze: "I just love you too much, is that a crime? What’s so great about that man? In what way is he better than me? A grown man who lets his woman support him financially, is he even worthy of being called a man? Zhang Xin! What do you see in him? Have you been blinded by his sweet-talk? Wake up already!!"
Taking advantage of Zhang Xin being caught off guard, Teng Jiye grabbed her into his arms, leaning in to kiss her. But before Zhang Xin could react and start to resist, two young men she brought charged forward from both sides, rescuing her and starting to punch and kick Teng Jiye.
Zhang Xin glared at Teng Jiye with disdain: "Teng Jiye, you really make me sick!"
Teng Jiye, curled up and unable to move from the beating, heard Zhang Xin command: "Stop it."
Zhang Xin walked over and looked down at Teng Jiye from above: "Where did you store the video?"
Teng Jiye spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "You made such a big scene just for the video?"
Zhang Xin’s gaze was as cold as ice as she glared at Teng Jiye: "I suggest you hand it over promptly."
Teng Jiye showed his teeth stained with red threads as he smiled and said: "I knew all along you had something done for him, you even went to beg your grandpa, Zhang Xin, you really exceeded my expectations. Is he really that good, worth it?"
Zhang Xin was too lazy to waste words with him: "Will you give it or not?"
A hint of unwilling struggle flashed in Teng Jiye’s eyes but was quickly overshadowed by deep dejection and frustration.
Teng Jiye laughed bitterly: "Do I have a choice?"
Zhang Xin destroyed the video and left with her people.
Teng Jiye struggled to get up from the floor, crying painfully: "Zhang Xin....."
After shouting, Teng Jiye buried his face deeply in his hands, his forehead pressed against his knees.
Zhang Xin saw Teng Jiye’s back shaking violently, desperately suppressing the low, hoarse sound from his throat, gasping and choking as if drowning. In the past, Zhang Xin could leave indifferent and ignore it, but now when she looked at Teng Jiye, it was as if she saw her former self.
Zhang Xin sighed silently, speaking lightly: "From now on, take care of yourself."
Zhang Xin finished and walked out without looking back. As she was about to step out, she heard Teng Jiye’s voice coming intermittently from behind: "There’s another copy of the video; Zhang Zhao took it."
When Teng Jiye mentioned Zhang Zhao’s name, Zhang Xin was first shocked, which soon turned into bewilderment and disbelief. In the end, her expression was completely blank.
A few seconds later, Zhang Xin slammed the door shut, her fair face flushed red to the roots of her ears.
Driving home, Zhang Xin’s hands shook slightly.
Teng Jiye had no reason to deceive her, particularly not at such a moment.
Zhang Xin sped home recklessly, running red lights, her heart racing wildly. Her throat felt as if it were on fire, yet her spine started to feel cold, the oscillating warmth and chill nearly fracturing Zhang Xin’s brain.
When Zhang Zhao first came to her home, he was a good-looking but especially timid child, often bullied when he first transferred to elementary school. Zhang Xin had always retained a silent and obedient impression of him. Even later when Zhang Zhao frequently got into trouble, causing teachers to call home, Zhang Xin only thought it was typical childhood rebellion, not a serious problem.
Yet this supposedly honest and harmless Zhang Zhao somehow found the courage to scheme against her, orchestrating these events behind her back, making Zhang Xin question if her eyes had grown on a dog’s head.
Zhang Xin jumped out of the car and rushed into the building, taking the elevator up.
When Zhang Xin arrived home, her father was sitting in the living room talking to Zhang Zhao.
Zhang Zhao had also just returned from a foreign language tutoring session, with his backpack still strapped on.
Upon hearing the commotion, both turned their heads to look, and seeing Zhang Xin’s sullen face, Mr. Zhang looked at her in surprise, not knowing what had set her off this time.
From the moment she stepped through the door, Zhang Xin’s eyes darkly fixated on Zhang Zhao.
Being stared at by her, a sense of unease rose within Zhang Zhao, instinctively inching towards the sofa with a hint of nervousness.
Zhang Xin’s cold eyes grabbed Zhang Zhao through mere sight.
Zhang Zhao felt chills down his spine, instinctively understanding that something had happened. Almost instantly, he realized it was Teng Jiye who sold him out, and Zhang Xin was here for a reckoning.
Zhang Zhao subconsciously glanced at his father sitting on the sofa, his mind racing, trying to calm himself, he whispered, "Sis, you’re back."
Zhang Xin stared at him expressionlessly, saying coldly, "Come with me!"
Mr. Zhang questioned, "Why can’t you say whatever you have right here?"
Zhang Xin turned to Zhang Zhao: "Do you want to discuss it here?"
Zhang Zhao glanced at Mr. Zhang, eyes showing panic, shaking his head.
Mr. Zhang scolded: "Zhang Xin, what’s with your attitude? You’re not a child anymore, you cannot bully your brother, do you hear me?"
Zhang Xin ignored him, shouting at Zhang Zhao: "Come over here!"
Finishing her sentence, Zhang Xin turned and headed towards the bedroom.
Mr. Zhang was so angry he jumped his feet in protest: "Zhang Zhao, you mustn’t go!"
Zhang Zhao opened his mouth, hesitantly saying, "Dad, my sister wants to talk to me about something."
After speaking, Zhang Zhao quickly followed.
As soon as Zhang Zhao stepped into the room, Zhang Xin slapped him fiercely.
Zhang Zhao opened his mouth, trying to utter "Sis," but he couldn’t produce another sound.
Zhang Xin glared at him viciously: "Zhang Zhao, have you grown tired of living?"
Zhang Xin raised her hand, and just as she was about to slap Zhang Zhao again, he grabbed her wrist tightly, causing her immense pain.