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This gaze made Lin Wanqing very uncomfortable, as if something dirty had crawled onto her skin.

Her palms began to sweat, and her fingertips trembled slightly. She comforted herself, telling herself that it was just that her cousin was a bit rough and unrefined, and then she forced herself to speak.

"You must be Rongrong's cousin. We've thought about what Rongrong told you about, and we've decided against it. We'll just consider it a joke. We're so sorry to have troubled you with this trip, cousin. We'll be going now..."

Tiger chuckled, and his henchmen behind him joined in the laughter.

Tiger stood up from the sofa and walked step by step toward Lin Wanqing, a cigarette between his fingers, ash falling onto his dirty jeans, but he didn't care.

He stopped in front of Lin Wanqing and pointed at Zhao Rong with his cigarette butt.

Did she say I was her cousin?

Tiger tilted his head, a lewd smile playing on his lips. His gaze swept over Lin Wanqing's face twice before he pointed at Zhao Rong:

"He's kind of like a brother to me, but I'm her lover. That bitch, you did a good job. Your lover will satisfy her properly later."

It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in Lin Wanqing's mind.

Her ears were ringing, and she didn't hear a word Tiger said after that. All she saw was his mouth opening and closing, revealing two rows of teeth stained yellow by smoke.

She whirled around, staring wide-eyed at Zhao Rong, her lips deathly pale, her pupils trembling violently in their sockets, as if she had been struck on the back of the head with a blunt object.

Her lips moved several times before she finally managed to squeeze out two words from her throat.

"Rongrong?"

Zhao Rong stood behind her, her body trembling uncontrollably, her hands twisted in front of her, her knuckles turning white.

Her gaze darted away from Lin Wanqing's eyes, her pupils darting left and right but daring not to land on Lin Wanqing's face.

Her lips trembled for a long time, her eyes slowly filled with tears, she bit her lower lip until it left a white mark, and then squeezed out a sentence with a sob in her voice.

"I'm sorry, Wanqing... I was forced into it..."

Lin Wanqing stared wide-eyed at Zhao Rong, her eyes red as if they were about to bleed.

Her lips trembled, then burst open.

"Why? Zhao Rong! What have I done to wrong you? I always think of you when I have something good, I share everything with you, I consider you my best friend, why would you hurt me!"

Her voice was sharp and hoarse, as if her throat had been sanded, and every word was torn out from her throat.

She had never lost her composure like this in front of anyone. From childhood to adulthood, she had always been an elegant, poised, and high-class beauty in everyone's eyes. But at this moment, she was like a trapped beast cornered against a wall, and all her dignity collapsed in an instant.

Zhao Rong was so shocked by her shout that she took a step back and bumped her back against the dirty wall, causing the plaster to crumble and fall off.

She lowered her head, her shoulders trembling. Lin Wanqing thought she was about to cry, that she would kneel down and beg for forgiveness.

But Zhao Rong slowly raised her head, her expression not one of guilt or fear, but of a cold, unfamiliar mockery that Lin Wanqing found strange.

"You consider me your best friend?"

Zhao Rong's voice was frighteningly calm, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up into a disdainful sneer.

"Lin Wanqing, ask yourself honestly, have you ever really considered me a good friend?"

Every day you sit in your seat, and I stand next to you, helping you get your milk tea, collecting your breakfast, and fending off unwanted suitors.

One look from you and I'll run over there like a puppy; one word from you and I'll run myself ragged.

You think that's what you call a best friend? That's a maidservant!

She became increasingly agitated as she spoke, her voice growing louder and louder. Her fingers tapped erratically in the air, then she suddenly pointed to her chest, her knuckles slamming into her collarbone with a dull thud.

"I, Zhao Rong, have never been treated as an equal by your side!"

You'll give me a smile when you're happy, but you won't even look at me when you're not.

I've done so many things for you, have you ever said thank you to me?

Zhang Yifan brought you breakfast for a year and you never said thank you, so you would never say thank you to me.

Have you ever cared about my feelings? No! Not even once!

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards Brother Tiger.

Her steps were slow, even carrying a deliberate, alluring quality.

She walked to Tiger's side, her body went limp, and she snuggled into Tiger's arms like a cat.

Tiger wrapped his thick arms around her waist, his hand sliding down her back and giving her buttocks a hard pinch.

Zhao Rong didn't dodge; instead, she let out a coquettish nasal sound, buried her face in Tiger's chest, and looked up at Lin Wanqing.

"Tiger is actually a very good man, so don't resist anymore." Her voice suddenly became soft and gentle, as if she were coaxing a sulking child. "Tiger is a very gentle man, and he will definitely take good care of you."

Tiger threw his head back and laughed loudly, his chest shaking so much that Zhao Rong's head trembled.

He pointed at Lin Wanqing with the finger holding the cigarette, and ash fell onto Zhao Rong's shoulder, but Zhao Rong didn't shake it off.

"That's right, I'll be gentle with you."

Lin Wanqing felt a churning in her stomach and almost vomited.

She staggered back two steps, forcing herself to suppress her nausea as she asked, "Why did you do this? I don't know you at all, and I have no grudge against you."

"You don't know me, but I know you."

Tiger put the cigarette back in his mouth, squinted, and looked her up and down, as if assessing the quality of a piece of merchandise.

"You're the woman that Zhang Yifan pursued, right? Zhao Rong told me that the guy has been chasing after you for over a year, treating you like a goddess."

He beat all of my dozen or so brothers to a pulp, making me unable to hold my head up in this area. I can't beat him, I admit it.

But his goddess...

He took a step forward, and Lin Wanqing took a step back.

"I'm going to defile the goddess he worships and see if he's still so arrogant. I advise you not to resist, or I won't hesitate to use violence."

Lin Wanqing shook her head frantically, her voice trembling like a leaf scattered by the wind: "He's stopped pursuing me! He has nothing to do with me anymore! What's the point of you coming to me for revenge...?"

She turned to run, but the stairwell was already blocked by Tiger's henchmen.

They stood in a crooked row, some carrying golf clubs, some twirling lighters, and some with band-aids on their faces, but at that moment everyone was looking at her with the same eyes.

That look in her eyes sent chills down her spine.

"Tiger is gentle, but we might not be so gentle."

The henchman at the front of the line bared two rows of uneven teeth, while a chorus of lewd laughter rose and fell behind him.

Tiger laughed loudly behind him: "Right, right, whether the brothers under my command are gentle or not, I can't control that."

Lin Wanqing looked at the faces that were getting closer and closer, the colorful hair, the wide mouths and yellowish smiles.

The smells of smoke, beer, and stale sweat wafted in from all directions, enveloping her in layers.

With nowhere to retreat, her back slammed against the cold wall.

She closed her eyes and screamed with all her might.

"Is anyone there?! Please help me!"