Horror Camgirl - Ch. 172: Malicious Intent
He smiled and said, "If you feel embarrassed, you can buy me a gift in return."
I was about to say something, but he interrupted me, "It's normal for friends to exchange gifts. If you refuse to accept it, does that mean you don't consider me a friend?"
He left me with no argument, so I accepted the gift, thinking about what would be a good gift to give him in return.
We had just stepped out of the store when we heard a female voice, "Is that you?"
I turned around and saw a delicate, charming young girl, a few years younger than me. She wore exquisite makeup and a fitted white dress with ruffled edges, which made it hard not to take a few extra glances at her.
Yuan Wei, the daughter of my unfaithful father and his second wife.
Her mother's family is wealthy. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and has been spoiled since childhood. Naturally, she has developed a bratty, self-centered personality.
It seemed like she was out shopping with her friends today. Two girls around her age accompanied her; all three of them were attractive, creating a striking scene as they walked down the street.
I'd only met her once before, and we had some arguments. Today, I was in a good mood, and I didn't want her ruining it, so I ignored her.
"Wait!" she shouted, "I'm calling you, why are you running away?"
I looked at her strangely, "Who are you? Do I know you?"
She glared at me angrily, "Don't pretend you don't know me! You haven't settled things from last time!"
"What are you talking about? I don't remember." I said calmly, "Young lady, don't block my way."
I walked around her and continued on, leaving her hopping mad.
"Xiao Wei, who is she?" one of her friends asked.
"Hmph." Yuan Wei huffed angrily, "Just an impolite, uneducated woman."
She then recounted what happened at the jade store the last time. Her friend said, "Xiao Wei, you can tolerate this? Remember that small b*tch who dared to fight with me over that limited edition LV bag last time? Do you know how I dealt with her?"
Yuan Wei quickly asked, "Wang Qian, what did you do? Tell me."
This friend, Wang Qian, was covered in designer brands, with her long hair curled into waves. She had a mature allure mixed with a teenage girl’s charm, giving off a captivating vibe.
Wang Qian lifted her chin proudly, full of boasting, "That little b*tch liked our school's most handsome guy, Shangguan Handsome Guy, didn’t she? She finally managed to ask him out for dinner, spent an entire afternoon picking out clothes, and settled on a red dress. Haha, I had someone tamper with her dress. When she met Shangguan Handsome Guy, the dress fell apart. That girl was so wild, she wasn't even wearing underwear. Completely exposed like that, Shangguan Handsome Guy turned and left immediately. She was so embarrassed she didn't dare go to school for a whole month."
When Wang Qian finished, Yuan Wei and the other girl, Li Lanya, burst out laughing.
"You sure have some wicked ideas!" Yuan Wei said, "Help me come up with something. How can I deal with that woman and get my revenge?"
"Why not just steal her man?" Li Lanya suggested, "Did you see the guy next to her? He’s really handsome, and the way he carries himself, he’s definitely not an ordinary person."
Wang Qian rolled her eyes, "Honestly, when it comes to looks, Lanya, you can't compare to that woman. She relies on her looks, doesn’t she? Hmph, you two didn't notice, did you? Even though she's dressed in designer clothes, she actually comes from a poor background. I bet she grew up in a slum."
"Wang Qian, you're amazing, how can you tell?" Li Lanya said admiringly.
"Of course, I have a keen eye for gold diggers," Wang Qian said proudly, "Women like her, nine times out of ten, are clinging to wealthy men and being mistresses. That handsome guy is definitely her sugar daddy. Once he knows she's the kind of woman who cheats, he'll throw her away like trash."
Yuan Wei, full of interest, said, "Qian Qian, don't keep us in suspense, just tell us, what should we do?"
Wang Qian waved them over, signaling them to come closer, and the three whispered together for a moment. Yuan Wei exclaimed, "You're something else, Wang Qian, to come up with such a ruthless plan. But I like it!"
"Let's go find someone," Li Lanya said excitedly. "There's going to be a good show later!"
Tang Mingli and I found a café in the mall and sat down. We had just ordered coffee and hadn't even taken a sip when two middle-aged women charged over angrily. One of them grabbed my arm and tried to scratch my face, while the other kicked at me wildly, shouting, "I'll beat you to death, you wretch! How dare you be a mistress! How dare you steal a man!"
My expression turned cold. I grabbed one of the middle-aged women's wrists and delivered a spinning kick to the other one's chest, sending her falling onto her backside on the ground.
I tightened my grip, causing the woman scratching me to scream in pain, her legs giving out as she collapsed to a squat.
The woman I had kicked wasn't actually hurt. She climbed up from the ground, slapped her thigh, and wailed, "The mistress hit me! This little tramp stole someone's husband and still dares to hit people! Come on, everyone, be the judge here!"
Her loud voice drew everyone's attention, and people began gathering around, pointing at us.
"What happened here?"
"I heard that this woman is a mistress, and those two women came to teach her a lesson, but ended up getting beaten by her."
"This young lady is so pretty. Which guy is lucky enough to have her?" someone said enviously, only to have his ear twisted by his girlfriend immediately.
"Hmph, the prettier they are, the more shameless they are," someone said fiercely. "My ex-girlfriend was beautiful, and what did she do? She dumped me to be a mistress for a sixty-year-old man!"
"Hee hee, look at those two middle-aged women. Their husbands must be at least in their fifties, yet she's still willing to be with them. So disgusting."
Hostile glares were directed at me. My brows furrowed, and I kicked the nearby chair. The chair flew up and hit the face of the woman who was shouting nonsense. She was instantly knocked unconscious.
"This mistress is way too arrogant, daring to hit the wife!"
"I can't stand it anymore. I've never seen such an audacious mistress!" A furious woman rushed toward me, her gaze venomous as if I had truly stolen her husband.
With someone taking the lead, others also seemed ready to move.
At this moment, Tang Mingli grabbed the woman by the back of her collar and tossed her away. She cried out, falling to the ground with a groan.
Tang Mingli stood by my side, slowly sweeping his gaze around. I used to read about "commanding presence" in novels, but today I truly understood what it meant. With just that one look, he scared away over a hundred onlookers.
Their eyes all dodged, and no one dared to meet his gaze.
His presence alone silenced a crowd of a hundred—it was truly astonishing.
I realized that I had never truly understood him.
He turned his gaze to the middle-aged woman I was holding. She turned her head away in panic, but he stepped forward, grabbed her collar, and lifted her up.
The middle-aged woman's legs had long turned to jelly from fear, and she cried out, "Don't kill me, I beg you!"
Tang Mingli's eyes were like knives, as if they could carve the flesh from her body. A foul smell came from her—she had wet her pants in fear.
"Speak!" Tang Mingli demanded, "Who are you, and why did you come to harass my friend?"
The middle-aged woman confessed as if spilling beans from a bamboo tube, "It was a girl who gave each of us five hundred yuan to come beat up your friend, smear her as a mistress, and ruin her reputation."
The onlookers suddenly realized what was happening.
"What? It was all slander?"
"That's too vicious. Do they know how important a girl's reputation is?"
"Hmph, I already guessed it was fake. Look at those two women, their clothes are all cheap street-market stuff, they must be broke. That young lady is so pretty—why would she go for a fifty- or sixty-year-old poor old man when she has this handsome and rich guy? It's just nonsense."
"Yeah, such a nice young lady, almost ruined by them."
Tang Mingli said coldly, "Who sent you?"
The middle-aged woman swept her gaze around and suddenly pointed at the crowd, shouting, "It was her, that girl!"
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