Chapter 67: How Dare You Insult My Sister You're Asking for Death

He Huanhuan glared at her: "You're talking nonsense! My husband loves me so much!"

She reached her hand behind her back and gave Han Mo a three-sixty-degree vicious pinch, one that nearly made Han Mo collapse. He instantly transformed into a big-spending tycoon: "Anything my wife wants, we'll take it all."

He was wearing the same outfit from the car accident today, carefully ironed before he left the house that morning.

The deep gray bespoke suit made him stand tall and look extraordinary.

The effect of saying this in that outfit was far more convincing than yesterday's school uniform.

The girlfriend over there immediately grew anxious: "We saw this first! It's just a small unit—why are you competing with us for it?"

Han Mo's lips curled slightly: "She likes it. I have to give it to her."

"You!"

The girlfriend's eyes reddened from anger, and her boyfriend curled his lip smugly: "What's this 'she likes it, he buys it'? Buying it for his mistress, right? They don't even look like a proper married couple!"

"What nonsense are you spewing?!"

Before He Huanhuan could respond, the girlfriend got angry first.

The girl's eyes reddened: "Why are you slandering them?"

Her boyfriend pointed at He Huanhuan: "Look at the way she looks! All seductive and cheap—clearly not a decent woman. This guy here is obviously keeping a mistress!"

Half jealous, half envious, he shot Han Mo a glance: "Keeping a mistress and not even willing to buy her a big house—clearly a poser!"

If he had the money for a mistress, why not buy the mistress a big house?

Why compete with them over a small unit?

But his girlfriend was even angrier: "Are you insane? We're here to buy a house, and you're making up lies about people?!"

The man didn't think anything was wrong with what he said, completely self-righteous: "How am I lying? She looks like a mistress..."

"Shut up!"

The girl's eyes were now wet: "Just because she's pretty, she's a mistress? Why are you talking so nastily today? You weren't like this before!"

They had met through a matchmaking setup and had been together for less than two months.

That's how matchmaking worked—as long as neither party found the other repulsive, both sets of parents would push you forward.

First they'd push for an engagement, then after the engagement, they'd push for marriage. They wouldn't leave you any time to really get to know each other.

They'd met the month before last, and last month they were already pushed into getting engaged.

She felt it was too fast, but her parents said they were both from well-known, reliable families, so there was no problem.

These past two days, Chen Feng's family had been pushing her to go look at houses together, which made her parents even happier.

They said, "He's already planning to buy a house for you—isn't that proof enough that he values you?"

She was twenty-nine this year, already feeling somewhat anxious.

After these two months with Chen Feng, things had felt decent.

Their conversations weren't much, but when they went out on dates, he'd buy her flowers and actively pick up the tab.

She thought he was at least a decent man. Yes, all she wanted was for her future husband to be a decent person.

But she never expected that he would casually slander a girl like that.

That was truly despicable!

With red eyes, she said to Chen Feng: "You need to apologize to her."

He Huanhuan awkwardly stepped back. Damn it—this deal looked like it was about to fall through...

She snuck a glance at her team leader, whose face was dark as coal.

But this wasn't her fault, was it?

Who told that man to have such a foul mouth?

A pretty woman is automatically a mistress? Then what's a handsome man? A gigolo?

With so many people staring at him, Chen Feng felt embarrassed. He scolded her impatiently: "What are you crying about? I didn't say you were a mistress. Ruan Yuanyuan, can you stop throwing a tantrum?"

"I'm throwing a tantrum?"

Ruan Yuanyuan laughed bitterly at him: "How am I throwing a tantrum? You're the one who started slandering people out of nowhere. It's your fault, and you should apologize to her!"

Chen Feng completely snapped. The two months of faking it had been driving him crazy anyway—he'd been out of patience for ages!

"The hell I'll apologize! Can you get it through your head? They're competing with us for a house! They're our rivals. What are you doing preaching morals at a time like this?"

Ruan Yuanyuan stared at him in disbelief. In the two months they'd been together, he had never once cursed.

He'd even talked to her about the struggles women face, saying how hard life was for them...

She'd actually thought he was different.

She couldn't help but step back: "I'm not buying it. I'm not buying this house. And I'm not marrying you. We're done here."

She turned to leave, but Chen Feng grabbed her arm: "Are you crazy?! My parents already told all our relatives we're getting married! You can't just call it off! What did I do? I didn't cheat!"

"Let go, let me go..."

Ruan Yuanyuan struggled, trying to break free, but she couldn't.

"Let her go!"

He Huanhuan charged forward and kicked Chen Feng away, pulling Ruan Yuanyuan behind her: "She told you to let go—didn't you hear?"

Chen Feng scrambled up furiously and lunged at He Huanhuan: "You sneaky mistress! You dare hit me?!"

He swung his arm toward her, his palm carrying a vicious force.

The slap flew toward He Huanhuan's face but was caught mid-air by a large hand with distinct knuckles.

Han Mo's face darkened to the extreme, his eyes fixed on Chen Feng: "You dare hit someone?"

"She hit me first!"

Chen Feng struggled like a wild man, but Han Mo looked lean yet was startlingly strong.

He pinned Chen Feng firmly in place, completely unable to break free!

Frantic, Chen Feng spat: "What? Got your eye on Ruan Yuanyuan? What kind of taste is that? She's not even pretty!"

Ruan Yuanyuan's tears fell uncontrollably: "Chen Feng! Shut up!"

This was so humiliating. She'd spent two months with someone like this, nearly married him.

So humiliating!

He Huanhuan squeezed her hand tightly: "Sister, don't be upset. You're beautiful."

Then, after a pause, she added: "Just the hair is a bit plain. When we're done here, I'll give you a tube of hair dye."

"Huh?"

Ruan Yuanyuan's tears were still at the corners of her eyes, but that one sentence made them stop instantly.

She glanced at He Huanhuan's rainbow-colored hair and shook her head: "Maybe not, thanks?"

She thought black hair was quite pretty.

Seeing the two of them chatting like that, Chen Feng grew even more furious: "Ruan Yuanyuan! Get over here now!"

"Don't go."

He Huanhuan held her back: "This guy's bad news. Don't stick with him."

Han Mo nodded: "He's got violent tendencies. Not a good fit."

Ruan Yuanyuan sniffled and looked at Chen Feng: "Chen Feng, I'll tell my parents exactly what happened today. This is the end for us."

"In your dreams!"

Chen Feng cursed viciously: "You gold digger! You've spent all this money of mine and now you want to break up?! If you don't marry me, I'll come make a scene at your house!"

Ruan Yuanyuan looked at him in disbelief: "When did I ever spend your money?"

In two months they'd gone on about eight or nine dates. She'd paid three times, and Chen Feng had paid five or six.

Chen Feng had bought her a gold necklace, and she'd bought him a new phone.

All told, they'd spent about the same amount.

When did she ever spend his money?

How was she a gold digger?

Chen Feng pointed at her neck: "I bought you that gold necklace!"

Ruan Yuanyuan shot back furiously: "And I bought you that phone! The phone cost more than the necklace!"

Chen Feng wouldn't acknowledge it. He just kept at her, cursing: "Gold digger!"

"You—!"

Ruan Yuanyuan was beside herself with rage, wanting nothing more than to rip the necklace off and throw it back at him!

At this moment, at the entrance of the sales center, Qi Meili stumbled in, dazed and lightheaded, and immediately spotted the lively and vigorous He Huanhuan.

Tears streamed down uncontrollably—it really was Sister Huan!

Then she saw the ugly man standing across from He Huanhuan hurl an insult at her: "Gold digger!"

Damn!

How dare he curse her sister!

She charged over like the wind: "You're asking for it!"

"Smack!"

"Ahh!"