She spoke as she moved closer to Ming Zheng.
Her hand, however, was not aimed at Ming Zheng’s arm...
Instead, it skillfully changed direction.
Clearly, she intended to feign being pushed by Ming Zheng.
And in doing so, grab Ming Zheng’s evening gown... and pull it off!
Ming Zheng’s evening gown was prepared by Mo Qi Yu.
It was a strapless bandeau style.
If Ming Zhi Rou had truly managed to pull it down…
The consequences would have been unimaginable.
Ming Zheng’s eyes were cold and her expression chillingly beautiful.
She raised her hand.
And caught Ming Zhi Rou’s hand, which was reaching for her waist at a clever angle.
Ming Zhi Rou’s beautiful eyes widened.
She panicked, trying to break free from Ming Zheng’s grip.
But the moment she struggled.
A powerful gust of wind brushed against her cheek.
With a sharp *smack*.
A clear slap echoed through the air.
Ming Zhi Rou felt half her face go numb.
Blood trickled from the corner of her lips.
The pain.
A heart-wrenching pain. Ming Zhi Rou’s eyes immediately turned red.
And the sound of the slap instantly silenced everyone around.
They all looked at Ming Zheng in disbelief.
They hadn't expected this girl to be so bold.
To lay hands on the little fairy in front of so many people, and in front of her two brothers!
Most importantly…
The little fairy had a gentle demeanor, her words had been speaking up for them, and for the girl impersonating Master Zheng Yu, giving her a way out.
And that girl still refused to accept it?
Ming Huai Zhi and Ming Wei Zhou, standing not far away, snapped back to reality at Ming Zhi Rou’s soft sobs.
Their pupils contracted simultaneously.
They rushed towards Ming Zhi Rou’s direction: “Rou’er!”
Their eyes were filled with concern.
They surrounded Ming Zhi Rou, one on each side.
Reaching out to examine the injuries on Ming Zhi Rou’s face.
But seeing the swollen half of her face, they hesitated to touch.
The two cool and arrogant brothers’ eyes immediately turned red.
“Second Brother…”
“Fourth Brother…”
Ming Zhi Rou raised her head, crystal tears sliding down her face. Her reddened beautiful eyes were filled with grievance.
“Ming Zheng!”
Ming Huai Zhi and Ming Wei Zhou’s gazes, filled with intense hatred, turned towards Ming Zheng.
They hadn’t expected their own sister, from a remote village, to dare to lay hands on Rou’er in front of them!
If she dared to act in front of them, wouldn’t she have been bullying Rou’er all along when they weren’t around?
No wonder Rou’er had been crying for the past few days.
“How dare you lay a hand on Rou’er! You have some nerve!”
Ming Huai Zhi, who was already the cool and arrogant type, was now furious, his expression turning even more sinister.
He released Rou’er’s hand and walked towards Ming Zheng.
His angry posture was somewhat intimidating.
Reaching Ming Zheng, he raised his hand as if to slap her.
“Baby!”
Mo Qi Yu, seeing this, quickly stepped forward, trying to block Ming Huai Zhi’s slap.
But the girl in the black evening gown was faster.
An afterimage flashed before their eyes.
Ming Zheng had lifted her skirt.
Revealing a section of her fair, slender, beautiful leg.
Her black high heel pressed against Ming Huai Zhi’s chest.
With a *bang*.
A heavy thud sounded.
Ming Huai Zhi, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward and landed directly on the ground.
He even landed on his bottom.
And slid for two meters.
“Holy crap!”
“This girl is so ruthless!”
“What’s going on?”
This scene stunned countless people, their eyes wide open.
That was Ming Huai Zhi, the globally popular top star with hundreds of millions of active fans!
Was there really a woman in the world who could be so vicious towards Ming Huai Zhi after seeing his face?
Oh, it wasn't laying hands.
It was laying feet.
“Second Brother!!”
Ming Zhi Rou and Ming Wei Zhou were also stunned.
Ming Zhi Rou thought that no matter how cold-hearted Ming Zheng was, she would have shown some restraint after seeing Ming Huai Zhi and Ming Wei Zhou, whom she hadn’t seen in a long time.
Did Ming Zheng not want to leave a good impression on these brothers she barely knew?
The most shocked among them was Ming Wei Zhou.
Because Ming Wei Zhou had been participating in an international competition abroad recently, and the Ming family hadn't dared to disturb him.
Therefore, Ming Wei Zhou was unaware of the recent events in the Ming family.
At most, he had only heard a few negative things about Ming Zheng from Ming Zhi Rou.
But, in Ming Wei Zhou’s impression.
Ming Zheng was just an uncouth girl from the countryside.
Even in exquisite, luxurious clothing, she couldn't pull off the grandeur.
Especially over the past year or so.
What he heard most often was that Ming Zheng was a useless waste.
A waste.
A timid, wild girl.
Who dared to repeatedly attack them?
Ming Wei Zhou’s face turned completely dark, shrouded in a thick layer of gloom.
He put his arm around Ming Zhi Rou’s shoulders.
Watching his friend help Ming Huai Zhi up from the ground.
Watching Ming Huai Zhi struggle to even stand steadily.
His gaze at Ming Zheng was filled with ferocity: “Ming Zheng, you knew Rou’er was going to perform with Second Brother tonight, you knew that after tonight, Rou’er would reach the peak of her life.”
“So, you deliberately wanted to ruin everything for Rou’er!”
Ming Zheng had already retracted her leg.
The black hem of her skirt fell, covering the fair skin.
Her eyes were cold, like a king looking down on all beings. She casually raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways at Ming Wei Zhou.
Her posture.
Was filled with disdain and mockery.
She smiled, “The peak of her life? Her? Is she worthy?”
The girl’s voice was cold and lazy. The curve of her crimson lips was exceptionally mocking, “I can’t wait to see you perform.”
After all, this was their last chance to perform.
But these words, falling into Ming Wei Zhou’s ears.
Were clearly meant as the opposite.
This Ming Zheng clearly knew that Rou’er and Fourth Brother were going to perform the song "Love" together tonight.
And this song would completely solidify Rou’er’s position in the music industry.
So Ming Zheng was jealous.
She wanted to ruin Rou’er’s future!
This viper-hearted bitch!
He wouldn’t let her leave here so easily.
Ming Wei Zhou’s eyes grew even more ruthless.
Just as he was about to have Ming Zhi Rou personally teach Ming Zheng a lesson, holding Ming Zhi Rou’s hand.
The door, which had not been properly closed by Xiao Qiao Si, was opened once more.
A man in formal wear, refined and noble, walked out.
The man was around forty years old, but looked much younger. He exuded a warm, artistic aura.
As he stepped out.
The backstage instantly quieted down.
Everyone respectfully called out to him: “President Fu.”
Even Ming Wei Zhou straightened up immediately.
The intense gloom on his face was suppressed.
This was respect for the president.
“You’re about to go on stage, and you’re making such a commotion here…”
Fu Zheng Nan’s gaze swept over the chaotic scene outside.
But when his eyes landed on Ming Zheng, his pupils suddenly widened, revealing a look of joy –
“Zheng…”