This was blatant provocation.
Before Ming Zhirou’s hand could even touch Ming Zheng, Mo Qiyu had already pulled her away.
Mo Qiyu, his face grim, took a slow step forward, using his imposing height of 1.88 meters and an overwhelming aura to make Ming Zhirou instinctively step back.
Her high-heeled shoe wobbled.
She nearly fell to the ground.
“Rou’er!”
Ming Yanlun rushed forward, his heart aching, and embraced Ming Zhirou.
Mo Qiyu spoke coldly, “Miss Ming Zhirou, can you not understand human language? Classmate Ming Zheng has already said she dislikes you and has no desire to interact with you.”
“The Capital Dean…” Ming Zhirou, seemingly terrified, called out timidly, her eyes red.
Her tear-choked voice instantly ignited Ming Yanlun’s fury. “Ming Zheng, what right do you have to dislike Rou’er?”
“I’m telling you! Even if Rou’er speaks well of you, I will never acknowledge you as my sister!”
“The only sister of my Ming Yanlun is Rou’er!”
“Don’t try to pressure me with blood ties, I don’t buy into that at all!”
“If you dare to hurt Rou’er again, I’m not as easygoing or soft-hearted as our third brother! I will definitely make you pay a heavy price!”
Ming Yanlun’s every word dripped with chilling disgust.
It was as if speaking to Ming Zheng itself disgusted him.
Ming Zhirou sobbed.
She lowered her head.
In reality, the curve of her lips had already begun to lift uncontrollably.
What was a few words of humiliation from Ming Zheng?
As long as her brothers’ hearts were still with her, the more Ming Zheng humiliated her, the more her brothers would pity her, feel guilty towards her, and thus give her more compensation!
A bastard born without a mother.
Stupid and useless.
How could she possibly contend with her?!
But she seemed completely unaware.
Ming Yanlun’s furious outburst was directed entirely at Ming Zheng.
He didn’t dare to adopt such an attitude when facing Mo Qiyu, who had actually humiliated Ming Zhirou.
To put it bluntly.
He was a coward who bullied the weak and feared the strong.
These people from the Ming family were all inherently despicable.
Ming Zheng let out a cold laugh.
Indifferently and coolly, she slowly raised her dark eyes and glanced at Ming Yanlun.
Her words were frigid, her gaze laced with mockery, “Then get lost.”
Ming Zheng’s attitude completely enraged Ming Yanlun.
His face darkened, and he glared at Ming Zheng, pulling Ming Zhirou protectively behind him.
“Good, very good!”
“Ming Zheng, you’d better remember what you said today! Stay away from the Ming family, stay away from Rou’er!”
A country bumpkin, indeed, couldn’t grace the stage.
Even with the Ming family blood in her veins, it couldn’t change the base nature of an underclassman raised without a father or mother!
It was truly disgusting.
She was simply unworthy of being mentioned in the same breath as Rou’er!
Ming Yanlun turned, looking at Ming Zhirou, whose eyes were red and face pale behind him, and stroked her head with heartache.
“Rou’er, I brought you out today to relax and be happy. Don’t let an outsider ruin your mood.”
He had heard about what happened to Rou’er from their parents today.
He knew Rou’er had been humiliated by Ming Zheng, by the Capital Dean, and even by the patriarch of that legendary reclusive family… publicly shamed.
Especially since the root cause was Ming Zheng.
After a night of training, he hadn’t even had time to sleep before rushing to book the fastest flight back from Country R.
He had finally managed to appease Rou’er.
How could he let Ming Zheng upset her again?
“I know Fifth Brother is worried about me, but… but I also worry about Sister.” Ming Zhirou rubbed her head against Ming Yanlun’s palm.
Her beautiful eyes, brimming with mist, were filled with guilt towards Ming Zheng. “Sister grew up in the countryside since childhood, she definitely doesn’t have a driver’s license…”
“To curry favor… no, to accompany the Capital Dean…” She feigned a slip of the tongue, covering her mouth.
Then, she continued, her eyes still teary, “Sister came to Yin Yang Mountain, such a dangerous place, and still has to race with the Capital Dean…”
“If anything were to happen to Sister, then, then what would Mom and Dad do…”
She sniffled, her voice trembling with tears.
Her words, disguised as concerned tea-talk, were each a subtle insinuation – Ming Zheng would stop at nothing to please Mo Qiyu!
Ming Yanlun’s heart ached for his gentle and kind, precious sister.
This was the true daughter cultivated by the Ming family.
Despite suffering such great humiliation, she still endured Ming Zheng’s insults for the sake of the Ming family, for their overall consideration.
She even showed such concern for Ming Zheng.
In contrast, Ming Zheng was aggressive and lacked any Ming family grace!
Moreover, it was so late, and she was following a man to such a place.
She didn’t cherish herself, so who would cherish her?
Even if something happened, she deserved it!
“Whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with the Ming family,” Ming Yanlun declared, abandoning the words and pulling Ming Zhirou away.
He truly didn’t want to see Ming Zheng anymore.
However, after taking only two steps,
Behind him, the girl let out a light scoff.
Very light.
So light it was barely audible.
But the hint of coolness and mockery in that scoff made Ming Yanlun’s heart jolt.
His mind told him – ignore Ming Zheng, just leave!
But his body moved faster, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around, glaring at her, “What are you laughing at?”
Ming Zheng’s expression remained calm and unruffled, her lazy indifference utterly undisturbed.
But her beauty was far too radiant and striking.
It was a brilliance so flamboyant it was almost impossible to ignore.
This indifferent demeanor, however, lent itself to a mocking tone. “Do you know how you will die tonight?”
In her previous life, she had come to Yin Yang Mountain, all for Ming Yanlun.
The unpleasant memories she carried were also because of Ming Yanlun.
It was on this day, in her previous life.
Ming Yanlun had brought Ming Zhirou to Yin Yang Mountain to participate in this life-or-death Yin Yang race.
All because Ming Zhirou wanted the prize for winning this race – a luxury car worth millions.
Such informal, life-or-death races were attended not only by skilled enthusiasts but mostly by reckless gamblers, or… the thrilling games of rich CEOs and young masters.
Tonight, the racing team of the prodigal son of the Song family, who was born late to his parents, was also participating in today’s competition.
He alone had bet hundreds of millions on himself.
Not to mention his group of hangers-on.
The Song family.
One of the four great families of Xiadu, true pillars of high society.
The Ming family, not yet risen through Ming Zheng’s influence, was not even qualified to carry the Song family’s shoes.
Especially since he was a pampered darling born late to his parents.
Ming Zheng was unclear about what happened in the interim.
All she knew was that the Song family young master had invested heavily in his racing team, which also carried the burden of countless friends.
He was determined to win this race!