wjnovel Chapter 872: Concubine, Servant, A Slap
Chapter 872: Concubine, Servant, A Slap
The presidential suite was very quiet.
The spacious and luxurious living room was sliced by the morning light into distinct blocks of light and shadow.
The air floated with the subtle scent of chilled champagne, the fresh sweetness of the fruit platter, and the interwoven fragrances emanating from the two women.
With Su Yu's nearly insane raise thrown onto the table.
Tang Song's entire body instantly tensed, a fine layer of sweat seeping out from his back.
As expected, things had indeed galloped towards the direction he most feared and found most outrageous.
These two women, taken individually, were each more elegant, each more sophisticated than the last.
But once forcibly placed in the same room, it was like a glacier colliding with raging fire, exploding at the slightest spark.
The female star inherently carried a touch of madness in her makeup, and now that she had finally grasped such an opportunity, she naturally wouldn't let it go lightly.
And Secretary Jin was even less the type to retreat easily.Given her depth of thought and cultivation, the fact that she had proactively proposed the punishment of "writing on the face," which carried a clear sense of humiliation.
In itself already indicated.
This Ms. Smile, usually so rational, was truly and genuinely angry today.
She wanted to personally discipline the female star who always loved to push her luck.
As for taking off clothes...
Logically speaking, with Secretary Jin's pride and sense of propriety, she would never allow herself to fall into such an absurd, out-of-control situation.
However—
"Alright."
Secretary Jin's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear, steady, and resonant.
Tang Song's eyelids twitched violently.
The smile on Su Yu's face, however, blossomed to its extreme in an instant, even her amber eyes flashing with a nearly fanatical light.
"I knew it, Ms. Smile wouldn't go back on her word. After all, you've always been the one who values rules and character the most, right?"
"Of course." The corner of Secretary Jin's lips curved slightly, sitting there with her legs crossed, her posture flawlessly elegant. "There are wins and losses at the card table. One must accept the consequences of their gamble. Isn't that very fair?"
"Good then." Su Yu leaned forward slightly, her fingertip lightly tapping the poker box. "Each round, the loser can choose their own punishment method. Take off one piece of clothing, or let the winner write one character. If there are no more clothes to take off, naturally only the writing option remains."
"Very good, perfectly fair."
"Let's be clear, when playing a game, we must take it seriously, no deliberate targeting."
"Of course, I've always been that way, and I absolutely disdain playing dirty in such matters." Secretary Jin said calmly. "However, there should be a time limit. We can't just play all day, after all... I still have to meet the parents."
"How long do you suggest?"
"Then two hours, that should be about lunchtime."
"Agreed."
Su Yu gently clapped her hands, her entire body slightly heated from extreme excitement.
She suddenly stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and pressed a button.
The electric curtains silently closed, completely shutting out the morning light.
The vast living room instantly darkened.
Immediately after, she turned on several ambient lamps.
Warm light gradually spread from the corners and edges of the ceiling, illuminating the entire space softly, ambiguously, and with just the right amount of danger.
After doing all this, Su Yu sat back down.
Her eyes churned with a nearly pathological light.
Beautiful, sharp, and carrying a hint of almost bloodthirsty excitement.
Finally.
Finally, she had waited for such an opportunity.
Hadn't all the previous series of provocations been precisely for this moment?!
From meeting in 2017 until now, the relationship between them had never been equal.
One was the "Ms. Smile" high up in the clouds, controlling a vast capital empire and Tang Song's career landscape.
While the other was just a little star, excluded, guarded against, and kept outside the system.
In terms of fame, Su Yu was certainly higher.
But when it came to real power, voice, and status, she had always lagged far, far behind Jin Meixiao.
All these years, she had been jealous, provoked, made sarcastic remarks, even gone crazy, had breakdowns.
But Jin Meixiao was always that same way.
Aloof, dismissive.
As if no matter how fiercely she made a scene, how extreme her actions, in the other's eyes, she was just a little pet that couldn't escape the palm of her hand.
Not even qualified to truly make her angry.
But today was different.
Today, she could finally force this woman to the card table, sitting face to face with her.
Even if it was just stripping off her clothes, making her lose face.
She felt that all the grievances and anger suppressed in her heart for so many years had finally found a true outlet.
And Secretary Jin across from her was also watching her motionlessly.
Those eyes that always held a proper smile now finally shed most of their pretense.
Leaving only glaring sharpness, competitive desire, and thoroughly provoked anger.
The air seemed stretched to its limit.
Neither retreated, nor intended to.
"Deal the cards." Su Yu curved her lips, smiling brilliantly. "I can't wait any longer."
Secretary Jin reached out and picked up the deck, shuffling, cutting, her movements fluid and graceful.
Tang Song sat to the side, watching their back-and-forth, his heartbeat speeding up along with it.
He originally wanted to advise against it.
For example, there's no need to play so big, to avoid things ending badly.
Or, be a bit more moderate, don't really push the situation to a completely uncontrollable point.
But the problem was—
This perfectly aligned with the wicked task issued by the Magical Little Raincoat.
He shouldn't try to dissuade them, he should even find ways to add fuel to the fire.
As for the possible terrible consequences?
Anyway, everyone in this room today was his woman.
Moreover, if he really wanted the harem's order to stabilize, Secretary Jin and the female star, these two incompatible opponents, would inevitably have to clash head-on sooner or later.
Especially once he reached Charm 100 in the future and fully unlocked the subsequent permissions, such collisions would be unavoidable.
Since that's the case, with him present now and at this special juncture before the Spring Festival, letting them truly PK once might not be a bad thing.
At the very least, neither Secretary Jin nor Su Yu would truly lose control to an irreparable degree.
Of course.
All of the above were just excuses he found for himself.
The main reason was, as an old pervert, he simply couldn't refuse.
Tang Song's gaze uncontrollably swept back and forth over them.
These two were practically the ultimate answers in the system's scoring system regarding [Female Charm] and [Appearance].
If they really took off their clothes piece by piece, and then wrote on each other's bodies...
Just thinking about it made Tang Song feel his blood pressure rising.
Let's do it!
.......
Due to the special stakes, the rules of this Dou Dizhu were deliberately simplified.
No bidding, no scoring multipliers.
Simply draw one card from the entire deck and hide it in the pile.
Whoever drew that card would be the landlord.
Soon, Secretary Jin finished shuffling and placed the deck in the center of the coffee table.
Su Yu reached out first and drew a landlord card.
Ace of Spades.
The three began drawing cards.
The cards made crisp, delicate sounds in the air.
Unconsciously, the atmosphere in the entire living room grew tense.
In the end, the landlord for the first round fell to Tang Song.
He looked down at his hand.
It was terrible.
Too many floating cards, couldn't form a sequence, and not many high cards either.
By the rules, the landlord could actually choose to forfeit, passing the round.
But Tang Song still took it.
Consider it letting them vent first, and also starting off the game.
The three face-down cards were revealed, and the result was even worse, still couldn't form a sequence.
As expected, Tang Song was neatly and efficiently slaughtered by the two women working in tacit coordination, and cleanly lost.
As the landlord, he had to accept punishment from both people.
"I won't take off clothes." Tang Song's tone was very natural. "Writing it is."
Taking off clothes in front of Secretary Jin and Su Yu would indeed be too improper.
Writing a character, on the other hand, was more of a playful gesture.
"Okay~" Su Yu seemed to have been waiting for this moment, rummaging in her bag for a black ultra-fine eyeliner pen, directly moving over, straddling Tang Song's lap.
She cupped Tang Song's face with both hands, the pen tip descending.
On his cheek, she wrote stroke by stroke the character "Yu".
The black writing on his skin was like some blatant declaration of territory.
After finishing, Su Yu retreated half a step, admiring it with satisfaction, then looked at Jin Meixiao.
"How about it? Is my handwriting good-looking?"
After saying that, she even offered the eyebrow pencil forward.
"Your turn."
Secretary Jin smiled faintly but didn't touch that eyebrow pencil.
Instead, she took out a true red lipstick from her own clutch, reapplied some color to her lips.
Su Yu's eyelids twitched instantly, a sense of extreme foreboding suddenly rising in her heart.
The next second, Secretary Jin had already leaned down.
One hand gently supporting Tang Song's chin.
Then, her red lips pressed against him.
A complete lipstick print was left on his cheek.
Vivid, ambiguous, with a smiling curve.
Feeling the residual warmth on his cheek, Tang Song was stunned.
Because all along, Secretary Jin, no matter the occasion, gave people a feeling of rationality, restraint, elegance.
Even in the most intimate moments, it always felt like there was a layer of perfect orderliness separating them.
But today, she not only agreed to this humiliating bet, but even wrote in this way.
Enough to show she was truly angered.
Just like the Little Raincoat said.
She had secretly kept too many scores.
Today, she was clearly really prepared to step onto the field herself.
Even if it meant putting everything aside, she wanted to properly teach the female star a lesson.
Secretary Jin gave Tang Song a light smile, then turned her head to look at Su Yu.
"How about it? Is my character good-looking?"
Su Yu's chest heaved heavily, her teeth clenched, her beautiful face covered in frost.
"Again!"
Soon, the three sat down again.
Shuffling, cutting, dealing.
Secretary Jin's movements were still a pleasure to watch.
Tang Song's breathing grew slightly rapid, his anticipation mounting.
He realized that Secretary Jin and the female star had probably guessed something, not really directing their focus at him, but instead letting him benefit.
The second round, the landlord still fell to him.
This time, however, his hand was much better.
Could form sequences, had singles that could pressure, and after revealing the face-down cards, the overall hand could even be considered decent.
With Tang Song's current Comprehension and judgment, once he got such a strong hand, it was almost impossible to lose through mistakes.
Remembering cards, breaking up combinations, order, rhythm...
His mind worked extremely fast, and his plays were crisp and decisive.
Of course, Su Yu and Secretary Jin's performances were also very outstanding.
Especially Secretary Jin, terrifyingly steady, constantly probing, predicting, exerting a strong sense of pressure.
But the gap in hand quality this round was too large.
In the end, Tang Song still won smoothly.
The two women also didn't welch, both choosing the same punishment method.
Writing.
Tang Song picked up the pen and wrote the character "Song" on each of their collarbones.
The black writing on their snow-white skin was incredibly stimulating.
Su Yu smiled, her eyes curved, even taking a selfie.
Secretary Jin, however, lowered her eyes to glance at it, her expression unreadable.
The game continued.
The third round, Secretary Jin seized the landlord and won cleanly.
Su Yu also didn't renege, raising her hand to slip off one sock from her foot and tossing it aside.
"The rules didn't say socks don't count, right?"
Secretary Jin glanced at her, her tone calm. "Of course they count."
After saying that, she extended her slender, pale fingers, picked up the eyeliner pen, and leisurely drew a large cross over the "Yu" character on Tang Song's collarbone.
The fire in Su Yu's eyes was practically burning out.
"You—"
"What? Not allowed?"
"Continue!"
For the next hour-plus, it completely turned into the two women's peak showdown.
The tightly closed curtains of the presidential suite blocked out the daylight outside.
Under the ambiguous warm glow of the ambient lamps, the temperature in the air was climbing madly bit by bit.
Scattered playing cards, empty champagne glasses, crumpled tissues, and those lipsticks and eyebrow pencils used as brushes were strewn haphazardly across the table.
Dou Dizhu was originally a game heavily dependent on luck of the draw; even the flawlessly calculating Secretary Jin couldn't avoid times when she was dragged down by a bad hand.
And when they lost, they unanimously chose to "take off clothes."
Watching Secretary Jin slowly take off her gray sweater, black stockings, base layer.
Appearing semi-naked in the living room.
Su Yu was practically at the peak of excitement.
Leaning on the sofa, swirling the slightly bubbly champagne in her goblet, she wantonly let her gaze roam up and down Jin Meixiao.
Her stunning face wore an expression of exhilarating delight, as if her life's greatest wish had finally been fulfilled.
Of course, she herself lost more.
After layers of reduction, she was left with only a set of semi-transparent wine-red, semi-sheer lingerie.
Large expanses of skin, fairer than frost and snow, were particularly eye-catching under the dim light.
Perfect curves stretched out without reservation, her whole person like a blooming wild rose.
As for Tang Song...
Having no real competitive drive, plus deliberately going easy and actively taking on those unwanted, terrible landlord hands, he was the one who lost the most and was punished the most in the entire game.
His face, chest, and abs were scribbled over by the two women, with lipstick prints, eyebrow pencil marks, names and crosses... layer upon layer.
But Tang Song didn't feel the slightest bit of frustration in his heart; on the contrary, he was so excited and thrilled his blood was about to boil.
After all, two semi-naked, peerless beauties were sitting right beside him, occasionally provoking each other with words, and leaning over to write.
Especially the female star, directly straddling him, lifting his clothes to write, and kissing him after finishing.
And Secretary Jin was watching eagerly right beside them.
Tang Song was really having a hard time holding on.
Another round concluded.
This time, the landlord was Su Yu.
And the loser was also her.
When the last card hit the table.
The smile on Su Yu's face finally began to falter.
Because on her body, aside from those two pitiful pieces of intimate fabric, there were no more clothes to take off.
"My win." Secretary Jin smiled slightly, picking up the lipstick, her fingertip lightly twisting the case. "Miss Su Yu, continue undressing, or let me write?"
Su Yu's chest heaved violently once. If she were stripped naked in front of Tang Song or his other women, she wouldn't care at all.
But being stared at like prey by Jin Meixiao, with that air of having victory in hand and looking down from on high... was the most infuriating!
Su Yu bit her red lip hard, raising that exquisitely beautiful face of hers. "Write!"
"Good." Secretary Jin agreed very decisively, as if she had long expected her to choose this.
Holding the lipstick, she stood up, her long legs stepping over the coffee table, slowly walking to stand before Su Yu.
At close range, this face was still disgustingly beautiful.
Too glamorous, too ethereal, too skilled at bewitching.
The corner of Secretary Jin's lips curved slightly, raising her hand, her fingertip supporting Su Yu's chin, forcing her to lift her face slightly.
The true red lipstick bullet gently landed on Su Yu's flawless, snow-white right cheek.
One stroke, one line.
The cool sensation, carrying a highly superior sense of humiliating contempt, slowly traveled across her skin.
After finishing, Secretary Jin retreated half a step, examined it for two seconds, and finally a brilliant smile appeared on her face.
Without any pretense or falseness, just a very pure, very real smile.
As if she had completed something she had waited for a long time.
"Truly beautiful." She evaluated softly, her tone carrying deep satisfaction.
Su Yu grabbed the phone on the table, the dark screen's reflection clearly showing that glaring red writing on her cheek.
"Concubine"
In ancient times, a woman without status, forever destined to stand behind and bow her head in subservience, was called a "concubine."
On this day before New Year's Eve, Jin Meixiao used this character to clearly slap her with an invisible, stinging blow.
Su Yu's breathing grew rapid, a ball of utterly mad fire burning in her amber eyes.
"Good... very good!" Su Yu squeezed the words out from between her teeth.
"You accept the consequences of your gamble, don't you?" Secretary Jin met her gaze without fear, arms crossed, eyes curved.
"Continue!"
Su Yu slapped the phone onto the coffee table, her voice trembling slightly from extreme excitement and anger.
The three sat down again.
Tang Song swallowed hard, enduring the suffocating pressure of the battlefield of desire, gathering the scattered playing cards, reshuffling, dealing.
This time, Su Yu was still the landlord.
She played with extreme ferocity and aggression.
Every moment she played a card, her eyes seemed like they wanted to tear a piece of flesh from Secretary Jin's body.
Under absolute hand advantage, Su Yu won.
She slammed her last two cards heavily onto the table, staring fixedly at Jin Meixiao across from her. "Your turn. Undress or write?"
Her gaze fell on Secretary Jin's bodycon skirt.
Who could understand the thrill of slowly peeling off Jin Meixiao's clothes like this?
For her, it was practically more addictive than being in bed with Tang Song.
Tang Song's gaze also uncontrollably looked over.
If she took off any more, she'd really be in the same state as Su Yu now.
Secretary Jin, however, just smiled, as if she didn't care at all.
She stood up, raised her hand to reach behind her back.
Accompanied by the sound of a zipper sliding down.
That deep gray bodycon skirt that hugged her perfect waist and hip curves slowly slid down her beautiful legs, pooling around her pale ankles.
She lifted her long, straight leg, leisurely stepped out of the skirt, and sat back on the sofa.
Her movements were still composed.
Her posture even seemed more relaxed than before.
Tang Song leaned back in the sofa, feeling all the blood in his body rushing to his head.
On his left and right sat two top-tier beauties now only in their intimate garments.
Especially Secretary Jin.
This woman, always elegant, noble, rational to the point of being nearly flawless, had now truly, piece by piece, shed that outer shell in front of them, leaving only the most intimate layer.
That sense of contrast was simply lethal.
Seeing this scene, Su Yu's chest also heaved heavily.
Of course she was thrilled.
This was exactly what she wanted to see.
After all these years, the high-and-mighty Jin Meixiao finally had her day too.
Finally, she had also been forced by her to this point.
This sense of exhilaration from "you're nothing special either" was enough to let out a good chunk of that breath she had held down for years.
Next up, writing!
"Deal the cards."
Su Yu spoke through clenched teeth, her heart beating like a drum.
Tang Song took a deep breath, just about to reach out to draw cards.
"Wait."
A pale, slender hand suddenly pressed down on that deck of cards.
Su Yu's eyes instantly narrowed, like a bow suddenly drawn taut.
"What now?" She sneered. "Is Director Jin unable to handle it, wanting to flee at the last moment?"
Secretary Jin ignored her taunt.
She calmly withdrew her hand, raised her wristwatch, and gently turned it towards the two of them.
"Only 4 minutes left until the two hours we agreed upon earlier. And a complete round of Dou Dizhu, from shuffling, dealing to playing, even at the fastest pace, takes at least 8 minutes."
She raised her eyes, her clear, spirited eyes flashing with composed and confident light.
"We can't finish it."
"So, this game ends here."
The sneer on Su Yu's face instantly froze.
"You—you did this on purpose?!"
Her mind raced, instantly connecting everything that had just happened.
No wonder!
No wonder in these last few rounds, Jin Meixiao, who always played decisively, suddenly slowed down.
Especially that last round.
She leisurely picked up her champagne, leisurely looked at the writing on her face, even when writing that "Concubine" character, she deliberately drew each stroke, dragging it out exceptionally long.
This woman had been calculating the time from the very beginning.
Calculating cards, rounds, pace, calculating when she would be most worked up, and calculating when it was easiest to corner her.
"The rules were set together by us, weren't they?"
Secretary Jin lazily leaned back on the sofa, looking at Su Yu's face, flushed from frustration and anger, smiling exceptionally sweetly.
Taking off clothes, that's all.
When the first piece of clothing fell, some things had already been broken.
And writing on her face, watching her clearly already frustrated to the extreme but having no way to deal with her.
To kill, and also to crush the spirit.
That was the true exhilaration.
Su Yu's chest heaved more and more violently.
A few seconds later, she suddenly said, "Since there isn't enough time, then we won't play Dou Dizhu."
Secretary Jin raised her eyes. "Oh?"
"Change the game." Su Yu stared at her, her gaze fierce. "Rock-paper-scissors. Winner writes. Simple, fast."
Secretary Jin smiled faintly. "Why should I agree to you? That's unreasonable."
She had already won; there was no need to take any further risk by accepting such a gamble with no technical skill.
"You'll agree." Su Yu leaned forward on the coffee table, her eyes slightly red. "I know, Jin Meixiao. I can see it in your eyes, you've put up with me for many years... Right now, you really want to slap me hard, don't you?"
Hearing this, Secretary Jin's eyes paused slightly.
Su Yu stared fixedly at her, pushing her own stunningly beautiful face, marked with the character "Concubine", forward. "As long as you agree to keep playing, when the time's up, I'll let you hit me. Dare you?"
After waiting for an opportunity all these years, how could she let it end in such humiliation!
This time, the room was truly quiet.
Only the sound of their heated breathing could be heard.
Tang Song also realized things were getting serious and immediately spoke up. "Su Yu..."
"Don't you speak!" Su Yu didn't even turn her head, directly cutting him off. "This is between her and me! You're not allowed to interfere!"
The corner of Tang Song's mouth twitched, and in the end, wisely swallowed his words.
He knew it would come to this.
Once the crazy female star truly went crazy, there was no telling what she might do.
On the sofa.
Secretary Jin sat upright, silent.
According to her originally flawless plan, ending this contest right here was the most exhilarating and absolute kill.
Writing that most humiliating word on Su Yu's face, successfully provoking her, and leaving her with no outlet for venting, the goal had already been exceeded.
Knowing when to stop, stopping at the right point, was the approach most in line with her character.
But just...
The proposal Su Yu threw out was far too tempting for her.
That face.
That face that always provoked her, openly and secretly.
She had wanted to slap it since seven years ago.
Had thought about it in dreams.
Had thought about it in countless moments in reality.
Many times.
Su Yu truly was one of the people who understood her best.
Secretary Jin's fingertip curled slightly, and she looked up. "Fine."
As the word fell, the air seemed to ignite.
Without the cumbersome rules of playing cards, without the buffer of shuffling and dealing.
The utterly skill-less "rock-paper-scissors" began.
Tang Song sat in the middle, feeling as if he were caught between ice and fire, his breathing becoming difficult.
First round, Su Yu threw rock, Secretary Jin threw paper.
Secretary Jin won.
She didn't even blink, picking up that true red lipstick, leaning down to pinch Su Yu's chin.
Heavily, she pressed it onto Su Yu's exquisitely beautiful left cheek.
"Bitch"
Second round, Su Yu threw scissors, Secretary Jin threw rock.
Secretary Jin won again.
This time, she didn't touch Su Yu's face again.
Her fingertip gently brushed aside the stray hair at Su Yu's neck, and on the snow-white skin below her collarbone, she wrote the second character.
"Stupid"
Right cheek "Concubine," left cheek "Bitch," chest "Stupid."
At this moment, Su Yu, bearing glaringly red, humiliating characters, paired with that semi-transparent wine-red lace lingerie.
Her entire person exuded a kind of broken yet frenzied and bewitching beauty.
Like an immortal, like a demon.
Tang Song, sitting beside her, felt his scalp go numb.
Third round.
Su Yu threw paper, Secretary Jin threw rock.
The female star finally won.
Su Yu grabbed the eyeliner pen, practically pouncing on Secretary Jin.
Staring at Secretary Jin's exquisitely beautiful face, a fire that had been suppressed for too long burning in her eyes.
The pen tip hovered above the space between her eyebrows, paused for a moment, then forcefully descended.
"Slave"
Secretary Jin's eyelid twitched, but she didn't speak.
Just quietly looked at Su Yu, the coldness in her eyes deepening.
Fourth round.
Su Yu threw rock, Secretary Jin threw scissors.
The female star won again.
Secretary Jin's expression darkened a few degrees, but she stood still without moving, waiting for her to write.
"I want to change the location."
After saying that, Su Yu directly walked around behind Secretary Jin, placing both hands on her waist.
Secretary Jin immediately turned around, her eyes sharpening.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"We said other places on the body are also allowed. Do you want to welch?" Su Yu pressed hard on the hollows of her waist.
Secretary Jin's chest heaved a few times, and in the end, didn't struggle anymore.
Su Yu slowly crouched down.
She crouched behind Secretary Jin, the full, rounded curves semi-wrapped by black panties right before her eyes.
Like a peeled lychee, white and shining.
Tang Song's gaze uncontrollably fell there, his Adam's apple bobbing, even forgetting to breathe.
Su Yu took that black eyeliner pen, the tip directly landing on Secretary Jin's buttock.
Stroke by stroke, with extreme force.
"Proper"
Few strokes, written slowly.
Secretary Jin immediately knew what character it was, her body tensing sharply, her voice squeezing out from between her teeth. "Su! Yu!"
Su Yu slowly stood up, smiling with a pathological yet gorgeous beauty. "What? Not allowed?"
Secretary Jin slowly turned around, her eyes deep and cold like a frigid pool.
The two stood facing each other like this.
On their bodies, only glaring wine-red and ultimate high-end black remained.
One exquisitely beautiful face covered in red, humiliating characters.
The other's smooth forehead and private area left with a pitch-black brand.
The air grew tighter and tighter, as if it would snap the next second.
Secretary Jin glanced at her watch, gritting her teeth. "Time's up."
Su Yu was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud.
"Fine." She slightly raised her chin, looking straight at Secretary Jin, as if finally breaking free from some long-suppressed emotion. "Hit me."
She slightly raised her chin, looking at Secretary Jin, her whole person seeming to break free from some emotion.
The curtains were tightly closed.
The lamplight was soft and dim.
The air floated with champagne, fragrance, and the sweet, cloying subtle fragrance steaming from the two women's bodies, mixed with the heat of the gamble.
Tang Song stood in the middle, his gaze shifting violently, but in the end, still didn't speak to stop it.
He could sense that Su Yu actually wasn't afraid.
She was even anticipating this slap to land.
After being entangled with Secretary Jin for so many years, in her eyes, this woman had always been high and mighty, always pressing down on her, always standing in a position she couldn't reach.
And today, she had dragged her down.
Like a kind of "equality" that was many years overdue.
Tang Song suddenly understood a little why Su Yu cared so much about Zhang Yan.
In a sense, Secretary Jin was to Su Yu perhaps what Liu Qingning was to Zhang Yan.
Often, in relationships, what makes it hardest to let go isn't just love or hate.
But also that obsession of "I can finally stand before you as an equal."
On the other side, Secretary Jin just quietly looked at Su Yu.
Looked for a long time.
Finally, she raised her hand.
Without hesitation.
Without extra words.
"Slap—!"
A crisp slapping sound rang out in the living room.
The force wasn't too heavy, but it was loud enough.
And enough to make Su Yu's face turn slightly to the side.
The air seemed to solidify.
Su Yu maintained that head-tilted posture, a few strands of long hair slid onto her cheek, covering half her vision.
She didn't immediately look up, didn't immediately speak.
After a few seconds, she slowly turned her face back.
On her pale cheek, a clear red mark rapidly rose, overlapping with those characters, revealing a sense of abusive beauty.
She extended her pink tongue, licking her slightly numb corner of her lip as if tasting a victory fruit.
Her amber eyes, through the messy strands of hair, stared straight at Secretary Jin.
"Feel better now?"
Her voice was a bit hoarse.
But just still carried a laugh.
Secretary Jin lowered her eyes, looking at her own palm.
After that hand truly landed, many long-suppressed emotions instead scattered at once.
A moment later, she raised her eyes again, looking at the female star before her.
The nearly out-of-control anger in her eyes was already gone.
"Now—" The corner of her lips curved slightly. "I feel much better."