Supreme Heir Son-in-law

Chapter 463: Chapter 463 Who Exactly is the Unlucky One?

Zhong Boyu didn’t want to look at Wen Yating’s overly sweet face, so he took a step to leave. However, Wen Yating firmly blocked his path, refusing to give him the chance to move forward, which only made Zhong Boyu even more impatient.

"What on earth did you come here to tell me? If you have something to say, say it quickly. I don’t have time to waste with you here." Zhong Boyu’s tone was laced with deep impatience.

Seeing Zhong Boyu’s state, Wen Yating first felt a pang in her heart, and then her face turned ashen. She took a deep breath before looking at him with slightly red eyes and said, "Someone bullied me. You need to stand up for me. Those two ganged up on me just because there were more of them and hit me. Look, I have scratches all over my body from them."

As she spoke, Wen Yating tugged at her clothes, moving closer to Zhong Boyu to show him the scratches on her body. The red marks against her fair skin could indeed make someone drool, especially since she had a nice figure, increasing her allure, but Zhong Boyu felt nothing but queasiness just seeing her face.

Having seen too many beauties, Wen Yating’s presence had the sole effect of being an eyesore. When he understood who Wen Yating was complaining about, Zhong Boyu almost burst out laughing, "I’ve seen stupid people, but none as stupid as you. You’re so foolish it’s eye-opening." Zhong Boyu glanced at Lin Mengyao and Yu Xia, his voice devoid of humor.

Originally waiting for Zhong Boyu to stand up for her and comfort her, Wen Yating immediately raised her head, unable to believe what she just heard.

"Boyu brother, what are you saying? How can you say that to me? You know I like you, how can you treat me like this? Besides, aren’t our families supposed to be partnering? After all, I’m the daughter of your business partner. Is this how you treat partners?" Wen Yating’s voice carried a hint of sobbing, looking at Zhong Boyu as if he were a heartless man, making Zhong Boyu’s skin crawl.

"Don’t look at me like that. We’re not close. If you’re not interested in me as a partner, you can talk to your father about replacing me with someone you think is suitable to work with your company. I wouldn’t mind, you choose." Zhong Boyu said nonchalantly.

"Alright, if there’s nothing else, don’t bother me. Do you even realize how ugly you are?" Zhong Boyu pushed her away from in front of him with one hand and walked towards Xu Ke.

"Another one of your romantic entanglements?" Xu Ke glanced behind Zhong Boyu, his gaze icy. Daring to lay hands on his woman and sister, he needed to think carefully about what price to make her pay. Xu Ke squinted slightly, contemplating.

"A senseless woman who appeared from who knows where." Zhong Boyu couldn’t be bothered to hide his impatience.

"Zhong Boyu, don’t you feel anything for my devotion? What is your heart made of? Is it stone? Do you really think I wouldn’t dare ask my dad to dissolve our families’ collaboration?" Wen Yating shouted loudly at Zhong Boyu’s back.

"Are you threatening me?" Zhong Boyu slowly turned around, looking into Wen Yating’s eyes with a storm she had never seen before, a storm that made Wen Yating unconsciously take a step back, her previously inflated momentum deflating like a punctured balloon.

"I’m not, I’m just stating the truth." Wen Yating puffed up her chest and continued, "As long as you punish those two behind you, I can act like nothing happened, and our families’ partnership can continue."

"What kind of partnership exactly do your families have?" Xu Ke asked.

"Furniture business, nothing worth mentioning." Zhong Boyu replied indifferently to Xu Ke, then turned his head to look at Wen Yating, who was still waiting for him to stand on her side, "You go tell your father, our families’ partnership ends here. From now on, I, Zhong Boyu, will have no business interactions with the Wen Family."

Zhong Boyu’s words were like a lightning strike. Wen Yating’s face turned instantly pale, "Just for those two enchantresses, you’re willing to give up the friendship between our families. Zhong Boyu, I misjudged you; I didn’t expect you to be so heartless." Wen Yating’s tears fell instantly, and she covered her face, wanting to leave but was stopped by the stylist, who was watching the drama unfold. noveldrama

"You damaged my clothes and haven’t compensated me yet. That dress costs five million eight hundred thousand. Will you be using a card or cash?" The stylist blocked Wen Yating’s path.

Treated this way, Wen Yating was about to go mad with anger. The stares fixed on her made her body tremble with rage. She pulled out a bank card from her bag and threw it at the stylist without even looking, crying as she attempted to run away, but was stopped again by Xu Ke.

"Stop. You’re from the Wen Family that makes furniture, right? Tell your father that it’s the fault of a father if a child is not taught. I won’t hit you since you’re a woman, but I won’t just let it slide that you hit my woman today. I will settle this score with your father. He better be prepared for the Xu Family’s retaliation." Xu Ke said, his lips curling slightly but his face showing no sign of humor.

"You’re all bullying me. None of you are good people, and I’ll make my father stand up for me." Wen Yating stomped her foot hard, left the card behind, and turned to run away.

"I’ll make sure to get justice for you today, don’t feel upset." Xu Ke said gently, patting Lin Mengyao’s head.

"Yes, I trust you." Lin Mengyao nodded, genuinely disliking Wen Yating’s arrogant and domineering demeanor.

Having comforted Lin Mengyao and Yu Xia, Xu Ke treated their wounds and then took them to get dolled up, slightly pressed for time.

On the other side, Wen Yating, with tears streaming down her face, ran back to her room under the weird gazes of everyone. After crying enough in her room, she went to knock on her father’s door.

Being interrupted from his tryst, Wen’s father’s face showed impatience, and the woman lying on the bed was unhappy too, hooking her fair legs around Wen’s father’s waist, unwilling to let him leave, "Can’t we just ignore her and continue?" The woman’s coy voice made Wen’s father’s ears tingle, but the doorbell was so loud that continuing was impossible.

Wen’s father squeezed the woman’s leg, "Let me deal with the person outside first, then we can continue. Wait for me here," he pinched her face and turned to open the door.

He had barely cracked the door open when Wen Yating pushed it further, bumping into her father and barging in. Without a word, she started crying, giving her father a headache.