Yun Muqing suddenly stopped her arm mid-air, which pleased Yun Xiaoyue even further. “From the looks of it, you are familiar with Li Ziyang’s character and tricks. A wild man who called dibs on the woman he was about to marry? Even a normal man would find himself difficult to endure this situation of being a cuckold, what’s more to say of the self-proclaimed child of good fortune, Li Ziyang? Did you come here today to make grandpa give the orders regarding this wedding so that you wouldn’t drag that man into this business? Hehe, what great love. I’m so envious!”
Yun Muqing gnashed her teeth and she glared at Yun Xiaoyue with her angry, beautiful eyes. “Let me meet grandpa.”
“You want to meet grandpa? Sure, beg me.” Yun Xiaoyue straightened her body, standing high-and-mighty and with an arrogant look, she pointed at Yun Muqing. “Kneel down and beg me like how you did five years ago.” She looked down arrogantly at Yun Muqing, her smile was disdainful yet amused, like a queen who held another’s life or death in her hands.
The surrounding bodyguards themselves looked like they were greatly amused and enjoying the schadenfreude; to personally witness the formerly eminent princess of the Yun Family kneel like a stray dog before them was somewhat delightful and enjoyable.
Mrs. Zhao who was at a side painfully shouted, “Miss, do not kneel! She will not help you. She’s only messing with you!”
“Dog-like slave. Drag her away and beat her up.” Yun Xiaoyue gave the angry order and a few bodyguards rushed over, who proceeded to kicking and punching Mrs. Zhao.
“Stop hitting her. All of you, stop hitting her,” Yun Muqing was worried and nervous, then she suddenly shouted. “Alright, I’ll kneel! But you must promise to take me to see grandpa.” Yun Muqing’s eyes stared wide open in fear, but her freezing, deathly pale, and pretty face was calm.
It was only kneeling one more time, no big deal. If this was in exchange for Chu Feng’s life, this would be nothing but a minor humiliation.
“That depends on your performance.” Yun Xiaoyue waved a hand to stop the bodyguards from walloping Mrs. Zhao, then crossed her arms across her chest, looking absolutely pleased. She then even whipped out her phone so she could capture a picture of this beautiful moment so that she could check back on it often in the future to properly savor it; it would be the source of happiness for the rest of her life.
“I’m ready, Miss Yun. Why haven’t you knelt?” Yun Xiaoyue’s expression was one of mocking. The group of bodyguards were also laughing out loud, one after another, the sound was sharp and piercing.
Yun Muqing felt her mind going blank. She unconsciously closed her eyes and bent her knees, her whole body was about to sink to the ground.
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