Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 694 - 695: The Pride of the Empress

"Call for help? You haven't learned your lesson! Deserved to be hit!" Hao Jian snorted with anger, and his hand slapped Sun Rongshang's face repeatedly, the sound crackling as he battered his face from side to side.

"You don't have the guts, you're afraid to let me call for help!" Sun Rongshang ground his teeth in hatred. Shouldn't ordinary people allow him to call anyone just for the sake of face?

Why did this kid not follow the usual path?

"Yeah, I am gutless, I won't let you call for help, so what?" Hao Jian sneered, he really didn't have time to waste with Sun Rongshang, teaching him a lesson was enough.

"How do you want to handle him?" Hao Jian turned and asked Murong Qiushui.

"I don't like it when people touch my hand, but he did!" Murong Qiushui stated, very displeased.

"Bitch, you want to cripple my hand?" Sun Rongshang instantly understood what Murong Qiushui wanted to do, and his whole face darkened. Was this woman really that ruthless?

"Slap!" Hao Jian backhanded him and said unhappily, "Calling someone a 'bitch' over and over, that's impolite. Is bitch a word for you to use? Even if you know it's true, should you say it out loud?"

"Hao Jian!" Murong Qiushui really felt like devouring Hao Jian's heart at that moment; he actually dared to call her a bitch.

Murong Qiushui always thought of herself as having a good temper, but for some reason, whenever she met Hao Jian, she just couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Look what you did, you made her angry!" Hao Jian glared.

Sun Rongshang was dumbfounded; wasn't it Hao Jian who made her upset?

Then Hao Jian proceeded to punch Sun Rongshang relentlessly, causing him to cry out and beg for mercy on his knees, "I won't dare again, never again."

"Satisfied now?" Hao Jian turned to look at Murong Qiushui.

"His hand hasn't been crippled yet; this isn't over," Murong Qiushui replied coldly.

Hearing this, Sun Rongshang immediately turned ashen; was this woman hell-bent on his demise?

Hao Jian also sighed, looking at Sun Rongshang with pity, "Who told you to mess with a woman? Of all the women, why did you have to provoke this one?"

This is beyond divine intervention.

"It's better if you do it yourself, don't make me get involved," Hao Jian said with a sigh.

"Fuck your mom! None of you will end well; I won't let you guys off!" Sun Rongshang realized what Hao Jian intended to do and flew into a towering rage, like he had gone mad.

"Look at you, why do you have to be like this? You're making me anxious!" Hao Jian grabbed Sun Rongshang's hand, and with a snap, he broke it.

"Ah!"

Sun Rongshang let out a wail and convulsed wildly on the ground as if he had been hacked into pieces. His face was as pale as a ghost, and he shouted until he was hoarse, presenting an utterly bizarre sight.

Slap!

Meanwhile, Murong Qiushui closed her book and walked towards the café exit.

At that moment, everyone cast a fearful glance at Murong Qiushui; the woman was just too cruel.

"In the future, never offend a beautiful woman, especially one who's both beautiful and smart!" Hao Jian patted Sun Rongshang's cheek and then turned to address everyone else, "Please call an ambulance for him, thank you!"

The people in the café all had ashen faces and dared not to make a sound, looking completely terrified.

After that, Hao Jian no longer paid attention to Sun Rongshang and headed towards the exit.

"Have you taken care of your business?" After Hao Jian came out, he saw Murong Qiushui at the restaurant entrance looking at him and inquiring.

"Yeah, Murong Yeyun didn't suspect a thing and honestly paid up. What about you? Did you take care of your matters?" Hao Jian asked in return.

"I've dealt with it too."

"Shall we head back to Hua City then?" Hao Jian asked.

"Why the rush to leave? I haven't had the chance to show you the local culture of the Capital City," Murong Qiushui teased.

"You have a place to go?" Hao Jian asked in confusion, "I thought you were just a workaholic robot, completely oblivious to pleasure."

Murong Qiushui sighed helplessly and said, "Hao Jian, really, don't force me to kill you, okay?"

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Subsequently, Hao Jian and Murong Qiushui went to a bar together, to which Hao Jian was quite surprised; he had thought that Murong Qiushui wouldn't frequent such places.

But upon arrival, Hao Jian discovered that this bar was different from the average one. The decor was much more upscale, and the clientele were either rich or noble. What was even more outrageous was that the cheapest drink in there started from a thousand yuan. What they were drinking wasn't just alcohol; it was practically money.

Hao Jian realized that this was a very high-class bar, and one needed a VIP card to enter.

Murong Qiushui didn't seem to be there for the first time, so she smoothly pulled out a membership card and entered the bar.

However, just after entering the bar, Murong Qiushui's expression changed slightly as her gaze settled on a seat not far away. It was the highest and best spot in the entire bar, from which one could overlook the whole establishment.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Murong Qiushui's expression change, Hao Jian couldn't help asking.

"That spot was supposed to be mine," Murong Qiushui said with a grim look, her gaze fixed intently on it, but someone else was now sitting there.

"I like to come here for a drink when I'm free, let the blaring music numb my senses, and from that spot, observe everyone and sample the myriad facets of life," Murong Qiushui explained. "But now, someone has taken it!"

This was Murong Qiushui's only pleasure, and now it had been snatched away.

"It's probably because you have left the Ye Family," Hao Jian's expression darkened as well, as Murong Qiushui had always kept that spot reserved, which theoretically meant no one should dare occupy it.

But that was when Murong Qiushui was still considered a part of the Ye Family. Now that Murong Qiushui had left the Ye Family, naturally no one took her seriously anymore.

People are very pragmatic animals. When you are on the rise, everyone flatters you; but when you fall into the depths, they won't even spare you a second glance.

Murong Qiushui's expression turned somewhat downcast. She originally wanted to show Hao Jian a glimpse of her life, for this was probably the only thing she could show off. But now, it had been taken away from her.

"Forget it, let's go!" Murong Qiushui said with a defeated air, understanding that there was no point in staying any longer.

"What do you mean go? Don't you know that what is taken from you should be taken back?" Hao Jian grabbed Murong Qiushui's arm.

Murong Qiushui was startled and turned around to look at Hao Jian in confusion, only to see him smiling reassuringly at her, "Come on, I'll help you reclaim what's rightfully yours!"

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"You!" Murong Qiushui started to say something, but Hao Jian didn't give her the chance and, taking her by the arm, plunged straight into the crowd.

The appearance of Murong Qiushui immediately attracted the attention of many nobles present, as she was the acknowledged successor of the Ye Family, and they naturally all recognized her.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but show their surprise. They hadn't expected Murong Qiushui to appear here since, according to their information, she should have already forsaken the Murong Family and gone her own way.

Consequently, the gazes of those nobles became somewhat strange, tinged with a mix of mockery and schadenfreude.

This was particularly true among some of the women, as when Murong Qiushui was around, they had received no attention. With her noble status and superior looks, Murong Qiushui overshadowed them completely, naturally drawing the men's interest away from them.

But now, things were different. Murong Qiushui, having left the Murong Family, was nothing, and even if those men were attracted to her, it would only be to play with her, not to marry her.

Because every eminent family values their face, they would never marry a woman who was just average. Murong Qiushui had shed that glittering veneer. Now, she was just an ordinary woman!

Feeling self-conscious under the scrutiny of so many, Murong Qiushui initially felt embarrassed, but she quickly regained her composure, reverted to her usual indifferent and haughty demeanor, as cold as ice.

This was Murong Qiushui, with or without her noble identity—she remained as proud as an empress!

Some men flashed looks of admiration. Even though Murong Qiushui had fallen from grace, her intrinsic elegance remained unchanged, continuing to captivate them.