Chapter 267 - Unceremonious Humiliation (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Whether in her previous life or in this life, she hated mistresses more than anything.

Especially Lin Peiqi, who was a mistress yet was acting even more haughty than a wife.

Since they didn’t know each other, Lin Peiqi should have minded her own business. Even if she was envious and resentful, if she hadn’t provoked Yun Xi, Yun Xi would never have attacked her.

But since Lin Peiqi had gone out of her way to make trouble, then too bad for her. Yun Xi never showed mercy once she got down to business.

She was already fuming with rage because of Han Yaotian. Now, Lin Peiqi was digging her own grave by calling her a thief and a b*itch. If she didn’t strike back, all the practice she’d received from fighting with her mother would have been in vain.

Upon the mention of the eldest heir, the other women looked at Lin Peiqi with apprehension.

They’d wanted to kiss up to Lin Peiqi, but they weren’t stupid enough to risk offending the eldest son.

No one dared to step forward, and some even stepped back.

Lin Peiqi shot them a furious glare, and her face became completely distorted with anger as she stood, glaring at Yun Xi with fiery eyes.

From where he was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, Mu Feichi had noticed what was going on in the corner early on. His eyes looked gloomy, and his attention wasn’t on the banquet.

Despite holding a gla.s.s of red wine in his hand, he didn’t drink any.

Huo Tingxiao, who was standing beside him, saw that he seemed displeased, and he followed his gaze.

He wasn’t surprised to see the young girl who had dazzled the crowd as soon as she had appeared.

He had seen her coming upstairs with Mu Feichi. And it was evident that there was probably no one else but Young Marshal Mu who would bring out such a little fox.

He had heard that Mu Feichi had made the Han family suffer because of a woman and had asked Li Zilan to personally train the same woman. However, he hadn’t expected her to be such a young girl.

She seemed to have mingled with Chen Yichen when she had first come in. It was no wonder Young Marshal Mu’s face appeared so displeased.

Huo Tingxiao glanced at the drama unfolding on the other side of the room by the sofa, as his sharp dark eyes narrowed and his slender hands played with the wine gla.s.s in his hand.

The red wine swirled around the wall of the gla.s.s, and he smiled. “You, my little fox, are truly fascinating.”