Chapter 122: A Slap to the Face (2)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
During her entire lifetime to date, Qiao Lian had only endured two slaps to her face.
One was the slap that she received from Yang Lingsi last time.
The other, was the one that was just inflicted to her face by w.a.n.g Wenhao.
Men generally had greater strength than women, and w.a.n.g Wenhao had just slapped her in a furious rage. Hence, Qiao Lian’s head reeled from the slap. She was completely dizzy and started seeing stars in her vision. There was a metallic taste in her mouth and she felt some of her teeth loosen.
Her arms were tightly restricted by the two bodyguards, leaving her unable to move. Her face was slightly tilted and the intense pain made her realize that her face must have been bruised by the slap.
Each and every movement that she made was accompanied by an intense, swelling pain.
Qiao Lian narrowed her eyes and violently turned her head back.
She clenched her teeth and looked at w.a.n.g Wenhao, only to see w.a.n.g Wenhao walk forward and grip her chin in one swift motion.
Shen Liangchuan had frequently gripped her chin and she had felt pain every single time he did so. However, she only realized at this moment that Shen Liangchuan was extraordinarily careful when gripping her chin, since the way w.a.n.g Wenhao was doing the same action right now felt much more painful than when Shen Liangchuan did it.
At this moment, she felt as though her jaw was about to be shattered.
Red flares appeared in her eyes because of the pain, but she stubbornly refused to tear up.
w.a.n.g Wenhao’s face inched closer towards hers and he said, “Xiao Qiao? Heh, this pseudonym suits you well! Your face is indeed quite delicate.”
He used his other hand to slap her already-swollen cheeks, intensifying the pain. “Ah, there’s a handprint on one cheek, but no handprint on the other. That’s certainly not balanced at all, so should I rectify the situation for you?”
Qiao Lian clenched her teeth, the corners of her mouth stained with fresh blood. She stared intensely at w.a.n.g Wenhao before suddenly spitting at him! Ptui!
She had always been the type of person that responded better to reason rather than coercion.
If this w.a.n.g Wenhao intended to use violence to make her beg for mercy, he could banish the notion right now.
She spat a mouthful of blood on w.a.n.g Wenhao’s face. He didn’t managed to avoid it, even after turning his head around. When he turned his head back, the expression on his face had become even more gruesome.
He let go of Qiao Lian’s chin and walked backwards to pick up a tissue and wipe his face. “Oh, you’re feisty! I love… to play with these sorts of people.”
Right when he had finished speaking, he swiftly slapped Qiao Lian’s left cheek again!
Qiao Lian’s head shook violently. The violent action had caused her hair to fall across her face, covering it.
Then w.a.n.g Wenhao leaned closer and gripped her chin again. “Let me see, is your face balanced yet? It seems that the mark on the left side of your face is lighter, so I should slap it again, right?”
As he finished speaking, he saw Qiao Lian suddenly crack a smile.
w.a.n.g Wenhao narrowed his eyes.
Qiao Lian opened her mouth and said, “Mr. w.a.n.g, if I were you, I would choose to immediately flee the scene after slapping someone.”
w.a.n.g Wenhao looked at her, stunned.
Qiao Lian’s eyes looked toward one of her pants’ pockets.
w.a.n.g Wenhao reached into the pocket she was looking at and took out her cell phone…
Only to find out that she had already called 911!
As a reporter, she was frequently in the line of danger, so the speed dial number on her phone was 110. When she entered the news agency and saw w.a.n.g Wenhao, she immediately placed a call that instant!
w.a.n.g Wenhao’s expression was indeed ugly. He raised his finger and pointed at her. As he looked at her current state—with countless bruises all over her body, a pitiful state indeed—the anger in his heart slightly lessened. He waved a hand and said, “Let’s go!”
The bodyguards released Qiao Lian. She was unsteady on her feet, so her hands gripped tightly onto a nearby desk for support. She fixed her gaze at Su Meimei, who had walked over after seeing the commotion, the chief editor and even the managing editor, Liu Zhixing.
When w.a.n.g Wenhao found his way to the news agency, the chief editor should have called her to inform her that the correct choice for her was not tp come to the agency building. However, these three people… had instead schemed against her!
Fine! It was all fine!
If she does not take revenge against them, then her surname would no longer be ‘Qiao’!