Chapter 126: Young Master Fu Was Beaten Mercilessly by the Furious Maniac, Powerless to Fight Back

Four years ago, when Fu Shaoxiu called Nan Zhi despicable, she still felt a pang of pain in her heart.
Four years later, she truly felt nothing at all.
But in terms of despicability, who could compare to him?
Always eating from one bowl while eyeing another—such a man was truly scoundrel beyond measure!

Fu Shaoxiu saw Nan Zhi’s silence and thought she was feeling guilty. Gripping her slender shoulders firmly, he shook her hard. “Nan Zhi, have you been kept by some old man who could be your grandfather? You knew that Uncle Nan and Aunt Nan had booked the Emperor’s Court’s number one private room, yet you deliberately let that old man play dirty and steal Uncle Nan’s thunder, didn’t you?”

“And you even invited Stephen over, Nan Zhi. For a birthday and a musical, did you really sell yourself? Aren’t you disgusted with yourself, catering to some old man?”

Nan Zhi’s head spun from his shaking. Raising her hand, she slapped him sharply across the face. “Shut up! Disgusting? Who’s more disgusting than you?”

Fu Shaoxiu’s head turned from the slap. Releasing his grip on her shoulders, he touched his reddened face, glaring fiercely. “You hit me?”

Four years ago, she had slapped him hard; he never settled that score with her.
He had never encountered a woman so shamelessly arrogant as to hit him after behaving so despicably!

His face darkened further, his hands clenched into fists with knuckles cracking. “Nan Zhi, who do you take yourself for? Don’t think that just because I slept with you, I’ll tolerate all your nonsense! Think about how after lying with me, you still went to serve that old man—I find it utterly nauseating!”

Looking at Nan Zhi’s pale, delicate face, recalling their night entwined, a fiery heat rose in his lower abdomen. “Nan Zhi, that old man can’t satisfy you, can he? If you served me properly now, I might overlook that slap just now...”

Before he could finish, Nan Zhi delivered a fierce kick to his lower body. “Fu Shaoxiu, stop claiming I slept with you. Oh, I forgot to tell you—I have the full video of that night when you were with another woman. If you want, I can send it to you!”

Fu Shaoxiu’s expression twisted repeatedly. Clutching his groin, his face contorted in pain and rage.

Nan Zhi smiled faintly, pushed him aside, and headed for the door.

But just as her fingers brushed the doorknob, a sharp pain shot through her scalp, and she was violently thrown against the wall.

Fu Shaoxiu moved swiftly, grabbing her hair and smashing her head hard against the wall.

Nan Zhi’s vision blurred black.

Enduring the pain, she lifted her foot and kicked his abdomen.

He staggered back several steps.

But now completely enraged, Fu Shaoxiu attacked her like a maddened beast.

Nan Zhi hadn’t expected him to strike a woman. She flung open the restroom door and stumbled out.

Yet she barely took a few steps before colliding with a solid chest.

“There’s a restroom inside the private room, you’ve been out way too long—what’s going on?” a furious voice boomed overhead.

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