CHAPTER 1811: CHAPTER 1872: UNREASONABLE

Song Lianyao’s mom furrowed her brows too, her face not looking well, and said, "Girl, that’s not how it is; it’s really not us who bumped into you; you ran into us first, how could you turn it around and blame us?"

"Bullshit! So many people are watching, yet you still dare to argue? Do you think all these people are blind?" The woman threw her bag on the ground, put her hands on her hips, puffed out her chest, and shouted.

The crowd, referring to the surrounding security guards and waiters, saw the woman bumping into the person. However, at this moment, no one dared to speak up. Some had already recognized the woman’s identity; she was a friend of the hotel owner, the daughter of the Deputy Director of the District Education Bureau in the Yunshan District, and she had a permanent room on the top floor where she often stayed.

Though called a hotel, Mountwest Hotel’s standards exceeded those of some grand hotels. However, as it was a designated reception unit for the Education Bureau, they dared not name it too grandly. Many things within the rules are better left unsaid, like the Deputy Director’s daughter living there long-term, which the hotel owner had no choice but to accept.

The hotel staff naturally knew about this too and similarly dared not say anything, even though the woman was clearly falsely accusing them now.

Song Lianyao’s parents were currently isolated with no help, the old man’s chest still aching, making it hard to stand straight. Their opponent was overbearing, leaving the old man’s face flushed with anger. Neither of them could have dreamed that taking an elevator could lead to such an event, getting falsely accused of breaking a vase. Had they known, they would have stayed in their room a bit longer, instead of encountering such bad luck.

But it was too late to regret; it had already happened.

"Anyway, it wasn’t me who hit you." The old man’s stubbornness kicked in, and he shouted.

The woman immediately let out a yelp, pointed at Song Lianyao’s dad, and said, "Now you’re getting all temperamental? Let me tell you, you old fart, you must compensate me for my antique today."

"Girl, be reasonable; we really didn’t bump into you. Shouldn’t people in the elevator let others exit first? We were just walking out, and you ran in, hit us, and how can you blame us?" Song Lianyao’s mom, with a wronged expression, got stunned hearing that the so-called antique was worth over 200,000.

If it were an ordinary day, the old lady wouldn’t find it so troublesome, but this was in Mile City. Both knew their son-in-law’s status, which gave them some confidence. However, because of a specific event, they were already uneasy, not wanting to cause trouble for their daughter and son-in-law, especially since they didn’t know the son-in-law’s stance at the moment.

Speaking softly, the opponent became even more arrogant. Upon hearing this, the woman spat and said sharply, "Bah! So you think I am blackmailing you? Intentionally extorting you? Let me tell you, I, Wang Lizhen, am an honest person. If it’s my mistake, I’ll admit it; if it’s not, blaming me won’t work. No more nonsense, contact your family, pay up, and leave; otherwise, we’ll see officials. There are so many witnesses here; you can’t deny it even if you want to."

While speaking, the elevator opened once more, and a young man came out, looking only about twenty, over six feet tall, very skinny, with long, styled, and permed hair, wearing large sunglasses, arms full of tattoos, dressed in a tight white T-shirt, with tight white casual pants beneath, and wearing white casual shoes.

This person stepped out of the elevator, saw Wang Lizhen, laughed, and said, "Honey, why haven’t you come up yet? Where’s the bottle you were supposed to give me?"

Turns out this person was Wang Lizhen’s husband... Although looking very young, the man, while talking, removed his glasses and walked over to Wang Lizhen.

Seeing the man, Wang Lizhen displayed a pitiful expression, sniffed, and held his hand, whiningly saying, "Honey, the bottle is gone, broken by these two damned people, boohoo, the birthday gift I painstakingly found for you is ruined."

Hearing this, the young man’s eyes immediately widened, displaying a ferocious look, turned and glared at Song Lianyao’s parents, and sternly said, "Is it them?"

"Yes, I was walking into the elevator, and the old man didn’t move aside, directly bumped into me, knocking me down, and the vase broke."

"Fuck your mom, do you wanna die?" Upon hearing this, the young man immediately stretched out his hand, pointed at Song Lianyao’s dad’s forehead, and cursed, his mouth utterly filthy.

This young man looked just about twenty, while Wang Lizhen appeared to be over thirty, with heavy makeup unable to hide her age. The two together didn’t seem like a couple at all, but currently, they were indeed lovers.

Wang Lizhen’s dad was a Deputy Director with a nice position and actual power, while her mother made income from printing goods, selling stationery, and school uniforms. Local middle and primary schools were fixed purchase units, so the family had money, which made Wang Lizhen able to live a life many could not reach without having to work hard. She attended an unregistered and illegitimate university for performance arts, where few graduates turned out normal. Over the years, Wang Lizhen changed many boyfriends like horse lanterns, some even fit the term hook-up buddies directly. This little boyfriend had an age gap of about ten years with her, but he was good-looking, well-built, and most importantly, had good youth stamina and endurance.

Every time she felt like she was being killed during sex, which is why she surprisingly fell hard for him, and this man, just a little thug, simply enjoyed the benefits: good looks, physical condition, and what he reaped from Wang Lizhen was just money.

She was ugly, had a bad figure, bad breath, body odor, foot odor; publically bright but back in the room, a mess. Yet she was rich, generous with him. The Porsche Wang Lizhen drove, the young man could use at any time, with tens of thousands of cash often left in the car for him to spend freely.

In his Moments, the young man felt proud; when Ashuang had a birthday, he drove the Porsche to show support, garnering envious glances aplenty and then had a hook-up with Ashuang. Absolutely delightful; when Agang had an issue, he drove over in the Porsche, immediately intimidated the other party, and commanded respect.

This kind of status and position gained from relying on a woman didn’t feel like an insult to the young man, but rather... delightful; he enjoyed it willingly, after all, just a few dozen minutes in bed. Endure it, and it would pass, might as well find a fresh young girl afterward to adjust.

Each gets what they need, coexisting harmoniously. Today was the young man’s birthday. Of course, outwardly, he had several birthdays, thinking himself shrewd. A few days back in bed, Wang Lizhen had promised him a gift that would absolutely cheer him up, an antique worth over 200,000.