Chapter 35: The Revenge of President Fu’s Mistress

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

It was a little dark in the car, so I couldn’t see his eyes. I was about to reach for the lights switch on the car when he suddenly hugged me.

Weird. He wore a nice peppermint cologne that day. It messed with my nerves.

“Fu Hansheng!”

His expression intimidated me and didn’t dare to raise my voice anymore. His two hands pressed on my shoulders and easily tripped off my shoulder straps, revealing my black lace bra.

“Oh…”

I grimaced in pain the moment he bit down hard on me.

“Jiang Ran, if you can’t bear the loneliness, I can satisfy you. You don’t have to dress so seductively and come out to embarrass yourself.”

He looked like he wanted to tear me into pieces.

Nevertheless, how did he know I was meeting someone tonight? F*ck! Was he stalking me?!

I couldn’t figure it out, no matter how hard I thought. Fortunately, Qiao Qiao’s call saved me. I immediately grabbed my phone and was about to answer when Fu Hansheng snatched it from my hand.

“Qiao Qiao, if you cause any more trouble with Jiang Ran in the future, I’ll hold you responsible.”

As soon as he said those words, the phone slammed back on me.

“Get off.”

Fu Han’s face darkened as he ordered.

I didn’t dare to disobey him. I could only cover my body and jump out of the car. Before I could steady myself, the man sped off like a rocket.

The sudden chilly wind made me shiver. Qiao Qiao rushed out of the bar to put her coat over me. I only came back to my senses after I felt warmer.

Qiao Qiao looked at me nervously. “He did nothing to you? Did you hear that? Fu Hansheng just threatened me. Speaking of which, how did he know you were here?”

As we thought about that possibility, Qiao Qiao and I both shivered.

“Absolutely impossible.”

Upon carefully recalling, I concluded that the only plausible reason Fu Hansheng knew my whereabouts was because of the GPS software on my phone. That software was interlocked with his phone.

As long as he wanted to look, he could find out.

That must be it.

Yet, I still hadn’t seen the photographer. My curiosity for him continued to grow.

Qiao Qiao took her car keys and wanted to send me back to the villa. However, before she reached the parking lot, she heard a piercing scream.

“Jiang Ran, stop right there!”

Upon hearing my name, I promptly turned around.

I didn’t know when a few hooligans appeared behind Qiao Qiao and me. They were surrounding us. The person who called my name was none other than Su Li.

Su Li’s voice was noisy as usual.

Her words were harsh and unpleasant.

“What can I do for you, Miss Su?”

Just a glance and one could tell she was looking for trouble. However, Su Li had angered Fu Hansheng recently because of her pregnancy. Hence, she got dumped.

I was calm. I knew that Su Li was filled with vengeance, so I explained, “I’ve never cared about your relationship with Fu Hansheng. Now that he has parted ways with you, you can’t blame me either. Su Li, are you planning to take revenge on me?”

“If it wasn’t for you deliberately seducing Brother Hansheng, would he have dumped me? I would even jump off a building and give up my life for him. Can you, Jiang Ran, do that?!”

Her tears fell as she spoke.

Qiao Qiao couldn’t help but shake her head and mutter, “Oh my god, this girl’s so smitten with love that she’s terrifying.”

“I saw him kiss you just now. Boohoo, Hansheng hasn’t hugged me for a long time!” Su Li screamed.

The leading hooligan spoke.

“I’ll help you teach this b*tch a lesson. If we don’t teach her a lesson, she’ll think that Little Li is a soft cinnamon roll that anyone can trample on! Brothers, attack!”

“Damn, they’re serious about it! Jiang Ran, I’ll count to three, and we’ll get into the car together. I’ll lock the car door while you call the police!”

“Yes!”

Qiao Qiao and I dashed, then hurriedly jumped into the car. However, just as I was about to reach out to close the car door, a hand suddenly pried the door open stubbornly.

“How dare you run!”

In order to save me, Qiao Qiao immediately picked up a pair of self-defense karate sticks and ruthlessly smashed that person’s face. That person shrieked and fell to the ground.

The hooligan covered his head and shouted in pain, “Who hit me?”

The car door was locked. I promptly called the police.

A few people surrounded the car. I looked at Qiao Qiao worriedly. “Why are there karate sticks in your car? Are you practicing martial arts?”

She rolled her eyes at me. “For self-defense,” she said. “Weren’t they useful?”

“Excellent!”

I gave her a thumbs-up. At the same time, something sharp hit the windshield, and it cracked like a spider’s web.

“F*ck! Does that Su woman want to die?!”