C209 (1/2)

Yu Yifei glared viciously at the rose that was still blooming outside the window.

It was already more than July and the roses had already begun to wilt, but this year's roses were especially gorgeous, without any signs of decay, just like Tang Zhen's wretched life, which could not be broken.

Yu Yifei held the phone tightly, she had transferred all her hatred towards Tang Zhen onto the roses.

Her face was gloomy as she walked downstairs without any modifications. She saw the servant who was decorating the flowers, and with a ”pa” sound, she smacked the servant in the face.

Right now, she no longer had anything to take care of. If Song Qiting didn't give her any face, then there was no need for her to bring this cage along with her.

”Miss Yu?”

The servant saw that Yu Yifei was covering his face in fear and was at a loss of what to do.

”Miss Yu?” Who told you to call me that, I have no eyes. ”

After Yu Yifei finished speaking, he smacked the servant's other face. Her actions were extremely ruthless, in just two palm strikes, the servant's face had already swollen to the point of not looking good.

No wonder the servants in the entire villa were so disrespectful to her. That was because Song Qiting had never told anyone about her identity as the ”Young Madam” before.

Look, at this time, she was going to marry Song Qiting soon, and these damned little bitches were still calling her ”Miss Yu”, how much of a mockery was that?

”Young Madam, I was wrong. I can't speak, I'm stupid. Please forgive me.”

The servant anxiously begged, as though she had been beaten senseless. For a moment, she was not even able to kneel down in panic, and stood there unmoving, but only with her legs slightly bent, her hands begging while holding onto Yu Yifei. Even her tears were starting to drip down.

Don't be like this with me. Whether or not I usually don't teach you guys a lesson or not, you all never take me seriously. Let me tell you all of you, this house will always have a single mistress, and that is me. If you dare to do even the slightest thing in the future that would make me unhappy, then don't blame me for not giving you all these flowers.

Yu Yifei flung the servant's hands away as she spoke sinisterly. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she walked around the servant in a circle with disdain, as she vented all of her anger onto the servant without mercy.

”Less... Young Madam … ”The young master personally instructed me to take care of these flowers, I …”

She was good at growing flowers, so after Tang Zhen left, Song Qiting personally picked her to cultivate these roses. Naturally, she did not dare to make any mistakes.

But now that Yu Yifei had asked her to pluck all the flowers and trees out, she couldn't help but feel troubled for a moment.

”What are you saying? Now you dare to use your young master to pressure me? I'm telling you, your young master wants to listen to me right now. What are you doing, pull him out. Otherwise, I'll make you f * * k off right now.”

Yu Yifei said fiercely, his eyes widening so wide that it seemed as though his eyeballs were going to fly out.

”Yes, yes, yes.”

After the servant heard Yu Yifei, he immediately squatted down by the flowers and did not bother to put on his gloves. He grabbed a flower tree and uprooted it, and very quickly, both of her hands were drenched in blood.

Seeing her plucking these flowers one by one, Yu Yifei felt even more satisfied in his heart. She clenched her fists tightly, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl into a complacent smile.

Tang Zhen, do you see? The more you personally nurture something, the more I will have to destroy it bit by bit for you.

However, what Yu Yifei did not realize was that from afar, there was a figure observing her every move. Only when all the flower branches had been plucked did she silently retreat.