The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 401 Different Perspectives1_1
The crowd was in an uproar: people gawking, rubbernecking, whispering among themselves. The wife was a formidable woman. Seeing her husband fall and wail, she showed no signs of stopping. Clearly, she had long harbored a venomous hatred for Wang Xiaohao. Now that her opportunity had come, she didn’t care if he lived or died. She beat and kicked him mercilessly, screaming, "You shameless scum! I’ve been so good to you, and this is how you repay me! You despicable worm!"
Two men pulled her away, but she immediately turned her attention elsewhere. The model, seeing things take a turn for the worse, tried to flee, but how could she escape? The wife grabbed her and, without a word, delivered a savage beating.
"You shameless vixen! So young and already so rotten, seducing other women’s husbands! I swear I’ll tear your face apart today!
"Weren’t you so arrogant before? Weren’t you planning to have a son to climb the ladder? I’ll let you climb alright—climb your way to the underworld! A vixen like you is a mistress in life, and you’ll still be a mistress in death!"
The model had never experienced such an onslaught. She had relied on her youth and beauty, and enjoyed the lavish gifts of money and luxury cars from Wang Xiaohao. Life had been comfortable. But this brutal assault left her utterly broken. The furious wife, suspecting the model was pregnant, repeatedly aimed kicks at her stomach. Fortunately, onlookers intervened, and security guards, alerted to the commotion, quickly arrived and separated everyone.
When the security guards intervened, the furious wife only grew more defiant, yelling, "I’m Wang Xiaohao’s wife! What do you think you’re doing? This is a family matter! Unrelated people, stay out of it!" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
The crowd exchanged uneasy glances. Though many sympathized with the model, the wife’s formidable, ’one-woman-army’ stance deterred anyone from getting involved and causing more trouble. Besides, it truly was a family affair.
With the wronged wife taking matters into her own hands right there, the crowd could only scatter like birds and beasts.
Amidst the chaos, the furious wife landed another vicious kick on Wang Xiaohao before finally signaling her entourage of women to leave, and they swept away.
Wang Xiaohao lay on the ground, wailing in agony, while the model was left disheveled, her clothes torn, in a wretched state.
The organizer, Brother Kun, was livid. He had meticulously prepared for the event, even managing to invite important figures like Zhou Ting, whose presence truly made the occasion shine. However, this commotion had completely ruined his carefully planned party. Zhou Ting and the others had vanished amidst the chaos, clearly having made their exit. Glaring at Wang Xiaohao, his face ashen, Brother Kun fumed. How could anyone be so utterly clueless? It was common for men in their circle to have affairs, but Wang Xiaohao’s recklessness was beyond anything he’d ever seen. One could imagine that for a long time to come, no one in their circle would dare invite someone like Wang Xiaohao to any event.
The night breeze carried the rich scent of roses from the dense thickets growing along the tree-lined avenue by the river. Both banks were a riot of color with these roses, their fist-sized blossoms swaying gracefully under the dim streetlights.
Yan Xixi walked with a light step, even humming a little tune. She hadn’t felt this elated in such a long time.
Huang Xiaojue stopped to watch her, and she stopped too.
Huang Xiaojue’s expression was very grave as he stared at her intently. She offered a sweet smile. "Xiaojue, what’s wrong?"
"Xixi, why are you so happy today?"
She chuckled. "When those who annoy me are unhappy, it makes me very happy."
"..."
Huang Xiaojue continued to stare at her. He remembered seeing her and Wang Xiaohao emerge one after the other from the terrace earlier. Wang Xiaohao had worn such a smug, self-satisfied look then—just like a rat that had successfully stolen oil.
