CHAPTER 66: RUTHLESS

She frantically raised her hands to block, the belt striking her arm. The people around were stunned. Neither the singers nor the actors dared to say a word. They were used to playing around and could afford to, but this scene was a first for them.

Zhuo Bingbing anxiously called out to Chen Hang for help, but how could they dare to say a word?

Wen Nuan was terrified, watching helplessly as the man lunged at her, roaring, "None of you are allowed to leave! Isn’t she just a slut? I’ll show you how I screw her while you all watch! Let’s see how high and mighty you can be!"

Wen Nuan was aghast. The people around her retreated to the side, no one daring to say a word. Zhuo Bingbing pleaded with Xu Yongchang to intercede for Wen Nuan, but Xu Yongchang laughed. "This temper needs to be taught a lesson. Let’s see if she’ll be good in the future. Brother Xiong, how about we all have some fun?"

Brother Xiong grunted in agreement. Xu Yongchang smiled, planning to join in after Brother Xiong had his turn. To prevent anyone from interrupting their fun by calling the police, they weren’t allowing anyone to leave.

"Bastard, let go of me..." Wen Nuan dodged his kisses, utterly disgusted. He smelled terrible. Seeing her struggle, Brother Xiong’s anger flared, and he slapped her twice across the face with both hands.

Brother Xiong’s palms were thick and fat, and his violence was great. Wen Nuan’s cheeks swelled up high from his slaps, her head spinning, her mind blank. Her top was forcefully ripped open.

Her beautiful collarbones and blue bra were exposed. He reached out to tear off Wen Nuan’s jeans. Even Bai Xiuwen was dumbfounded. She had only wanted Wen Nuan to be bullied, not to be raped on the spot.

Taking advantage of everyone’s inattention, Zhuo Bingbing dialed 110.

"Let go of me..." Wen Nuan’s voice was hoarse from shouting. His fingernails scratched her chest and shoulders, leaving many wounds. She desperately tried to protect herself from him tearing off her bra.

There were both men and women present. Wen Nuan felt so humiliated she wanted to die. So this was how terrifying this industry was. She really wanted to die. She also became fierce. While struggling, she felt a bottle of wine. Without a word, Wen Nuan used all her strength to smash it hard over Brother Xiong’s head.

"Ah..." Brother Xiong screamed miserably. The bottle shattered, blood streaming down his forehead. Red wine splattered everywhere. Brother Xiong seemed to be badly hit, feeling dizzy. Wen Nuan was also terrified, but she had become ruthless. She picked up the broken bottle and stabbed it hard into Brother Xiong’s thigh.

Wen Nuan had a fierce temper. Stabbing him once with the bottle wasn’t enough. She pulled it out, wanting to stab him again.

It had always been Brother Xiong who hit and beat others. With the roles suddenly reversed, they were all stunned.

"You think you’re the only ruthless one?" Wen Nuan’s face was swollen high, but her gaze was bloodthirsty and resolute. Her words were clear. "Let me tell you, the most ruthless aren’t people like you, but people like me who aren’t afraid to die."

She raised the broken bottle, and Brother Xiong let out a miserable cry.

"Ah, you fucking bitch!" Brother Xiong threw a punch at Wen Nuan. She was prepared to die with him and didn’t even try to dodge. Zhuo Bingbing pulled Wen Nuan’s hand, dragging her backward. "Run! Run!"

Wen Nuan’s hand was covered in blood, and she was in a daze. Everyone was terrified.

Blood streamed down Brother Xiong’s forehead, and a broken bottle was stuck in his thigh. No one knew how to react. Zhuo Bingbing hurriedly took off her long shirt, wearing only a camisole underneath, but it was better than Wen Nuan. Her top was torn, and her bra was half-off. Zhuo Bingbing wrapped her in the shirt and, taking advantage of everyone’s stunned state, fled with her.

"Chase them! Send people to chase them! You must bring that bitch back! Hurry!" Brother Xiong endured the pain and roared. He wanted to kill this woman. He wanted to kill this woman.

Brother Qiang immediately made a call. The underworld brothers waiting outside Casablanca rushed in. The people in the dance hall were startled and panicked. Cheng Anya raised an eyebrow, watching a large group of people surge in through the door.

"How disappointing!" Cheng Anya sighed. Sitting opposite her was a dazzlingly beautiful, mature, and aloof woman in a red dress, her long hair flowing smoothly down her back. It was Xu Nuo, the wife of Ye Ningyuan, the eldest son of the Ye family.

She was as beautiful as a blooming rose, incomparably gorgeous, and her cool temperament added a special captivating charm.

"Mommy, let’s go. Feimo’s car should be arriving soon," Xu Nuo said, calling out towards the dance floor, "Ye Kelan, Ye Tianyu, time to go home."

As soon as Xu Nuo’s voice fell, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy and a thirteen-year-old girl bounced over. The boy, though young, was very tall and straight, with typical Ye family features—exquisite and noble, almost too beautiful. The girl was even more beautiful, practically a carbon copy of Xu Nuo, except for her slightly upturned large eyes, which strongly resembled Ye Ningyuan’s.

These were Ye Ningyuan and Xu Nuo’s two children.

"Aiyo, Mommy, Grandma, I haven’t danced enough yet!" Ye Kelan hugged Cheng Anya and whined. "Grandma, can we dance a little longer? I’ve got my eye on a cute boy and I’m trying to figure out how to hook him."

Ye Tianyu leaned against the side, laughing. Xu Nuo covered her face. Cheng Anya chuckled. "That’s enough for today. It’s your first day back; you should go home. I’ll take you out to play again tomorrow. Let’s go. Your second uncle is probably waiting outside."

"My handsome boy..." Ye Kelan’s sugary voice gave Xu Nuo goosebumps. She couldn’t help but punch her lightly. "Shut up. How many handsome boys have you set your sights on?"

"Daddy said that if you like someone, you have to make a move and bring them all into your harem to cultivate and choose slowly," Ye Kelan replied seriously. Xu Nuo cursed silently. Ye Ningyuan’s way of teaching his daughter truly made her feel sad and indignant.

Ye Tianyu looked around at the rough men rushing in. "Grandma, what happened?"

"I don’t know. I don’t know who offended the people from the Fiery Blaze Sect," Cheng Anya said. Just as the family was about to leave, the black-clad men rushing over had already grabbed Wen Nuan, intending to drag her back into the private room.

"Wen Nuan..." Zhuo Bingbing cried out, tears streaming down her face. Cheng Anya was stunned, glancing over. She happened to see the black-clad men roughly pulling Wen Nuan towards the private room. Her coat had been torn off, revealing her fragrant shoulders. Wen Nuan’s cheeks were swollen high, clearly having been heavily struck. She was desperately resisting those men. The injured Brother Xiong came out of the private room. Cheng Anya turned her head. "Tianyu, didn’t you just come out of the training camp? Let Grandma see how skilled you are."