Chapter 70 Grandpa's old-fashioned mobile phone, which had been silent for years, suddenly started playing loudly: a joyful gong and drum.

Most of the invitees who lived locally or had homes in Hangzhou had already left.

Ling Yue had been delayed for half an hour chatting with General Manager Zhang Ya, making her almost the last to leave the hotel.

There are benefits to leaving late.

At least there's no traffic at this hour.

The midnight road was silent.

Screech—a piercing sound of braking echoed across the empty road.

Ling Yue had been catching up on sleep and felt completely limp; the force from the braking wasn't great, but it still startled her awake.

Ling Yue opened her drowsy eyes, which were filled with confusion.

Zang Lanyi had sensed the slight inertia beforehand and blocked Ling Yue with her right hand to prevent her body from surging forward.

Once the car came to a complete stop, she raised her hand and knocked on the partition window.

The window rolled down.

"What's going on?" she asked, frowning.

Master Qin turned off the engine. "I'll get out and take a look."

Late at night, it was a Wuling minivan leading the way.

Five people got out of the minivan.

Led by Liang Hanlin, they grabbed a man who had thrown a rock and tried to run.

Mao Wenjie swallowed hard; seeing five burly men surrounding him, his legs inexplicably went weak.

Earlier that day, when he had walked to the hotel entrance, he thought about it and, unwilling to give up, turned back.

He wanted to take revenge on Ling Yue, for instance, by exposing her identity at the banquet or revealing her past to the media.

The reality was...

He couldn't get into the banquet hall; that building had been surrounded by security guards.

He tried to tip off the media, but those reporters actually called him an idiot!

He didn't understand.

And, of course, he never would.

Ling Yue had requested not to have her image made public, and the organizers would have relayed this to the media.

Chaumet wasn't some roadside shop; setting aside the fact that Mao Wenjie was likely just a wealth-hating, angry youth, even if the information were true, if the media dared to expose a client's privacy, their company would be in court the next day.

Everyone was just a worker; who would dare invite such trouble?

Taking a step back, she was just an obscure wealthy person, not a celebrity. Exposing her would generate basically no traffic. It was high-risk, low-reward, and thankless work—only a fool would do it.

Fine, so Mao Wenjie settled for the next best thing: letting the air out of Ling Yue's tires.

But he couldn't even get into the garage.

The staff garage and the invited guests' garage were simply not the same place!

Fine, fine, fine!

Then he would just squat in the bushes outside the hotel.

He had good eyesight, and since this was a mountain road where cars couldn't drive fast, if he saw Ling Yue sitting in the car, he would throw the rock in his hand.

In any case, he just wanted to create some noise, just wanted to make Ling Yue unhappy; that was the only way he'd be happy!

He didn't like his bank job, and him not being into Chen Yuanyuan was one thing.

Being ruined by Ling Yue again was another.

He wanted revenge!

He wanted justice for himself!

His extreme, radical mindset made his already not-so-bright brain even more of a mess.

Obsessed with revenge, he hadn't thought about the consequences at all.

He waited and waited, but Ling Yue didn't come.

Instead, the chill of the spring night made him sneeze several times.

Just then, he saw a dusty Wuling minivan approaching slowly with its low beams on.

He still refused to believe that Ling Yue was rich.

He assumed that out of all those luxury cars, this Wuling was the only one Ling Yue could afford to ride in.

The bushes on both sides were pitch black, and since Mao Wenjie was wearing a professional black suit, he was very well-hidden when squatting motionless in the bushes.

As it got a little closer, Liang Hanlin sensed something was wrong.

Just as he eased onto the brake, the rock was thrown.

It was still a distance away, so the rock only hit the ground.

The small pebbles that chipped off bounced up rapidly and struck the windshield of the Alphard behind, making a crisp sound, which caused Master Qin to hit the brakes.

After throwing the rock, Mao Wenjie turned and ran into the woods, but within two steps, he stepped on some slippery mud and slipped.

He slid a meter along the ground, his face burying into something—it smelled awful!

He wiped his face with his sleeve and saw that the soil where he'd buried his face was a strange color—it was that soft, foul-smelling stuff... dog poop!

He gagged, and then his collar was yanked up.

And now, by the side of the road, he was surrounded by five fierce-looking men.

They didn't even offer him a tissue to wipe his face; the five of them squinted their eyes, standing there with their arms crossed, as if they were about to slap him the next second.

Liang Hanlin clicked his tongue.

With a face full of dog poop, who would want to beat him up?

"This guy..." Master Qin didn't recognize Mao Wenjie; on the day Ling Yue went to the Mao family, he had stayed in the car and couldn't go to the scene to show support.

The smell was a bit strong, so he covered his nose and took a step back.

Liang Hanlin pointed at Mao Wenjie. "He threw a rock at the car window."

But he did recognize Mao Wenjie.

He had even contributed that classic leg-tripping scene, which had caused Mao Wenjie's nose to bleed.

Liang Hanlin reported the situation to Ling Yue.

Ling Yue: ...He really knows how to cause trouble.

Good people don't live long, but pests are incredibly resilient.

"Was there any property damage?"

Liang Hanlin shook his head. "No."

Ling Yue: "How can you say that? The emergency braking just now—doesn't that count as wear and tear?"

Liang Hanlin understood in a second. "I get it!"

He returned to Mao Wenjie with a fierce expression!

"Because you blocked the road, my boss was startled. Pay 5,000 yuan for emotional damages, otherwise..."

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

He pressed his knuckles, producing a series of crisp sounds.

If he didn't pay, Mao Wenjie suspected the next thing to crack would be his bones.

Everyone from the Wuling minivan had gotten out, and Ling Yue wasn't inside; maybe he really had misjudged.

"Hurry up!" Liang Hanlin roared.

Mao Wenjie felt as if he saw flames dancing in his eyes; he had a premonition that if he dragged this out any longer, this man would definitely beat him up.

The other side had two cars full of people, and he was alone.

They were deep in the mountains, in a blind spot he had specifically chosen for surveillance...

Mao Wenjie didn't dare act up and obediently transferred the emotional damages fee to Liang Hanlin.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry."

"Get lost, don't block the road!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Mao Wenjie bowed and scraped.

Liang Hanlin got into the car, his hand accidentally hitting the horn.

Beep!

The Wuling's loud voice echoed through the mountains.

It was like when a whole family is about to fall asleep in the middle of the night, and Grandpa's long-silent senior phone suddenly starts blaring: "Happy Gongs and Drums~~"

Good heavens, it scared the whole family half to death.

It was in this state of mind that Mao Wenjie's hand shook, and his phone flew far away.

The Wuling started up.

Crack.

Something shattered.

Mao Wenjie was stunned—his phone! His phone!

The car moved slowly, the rear window of the Alphard half-lowered.

Ling Yue rested her head on her hand, watching someone chasing the car.

Mao Wenjie noticed the gaze.

He looked up and was met with a triumphant, gloating look from Ling Yue.

"Ling... Ah!!!!"

Before his anger could be released, he stepped on a sharp pebble, which poked through his 999-yuan leather shoes and pierced his sole.

A wild boar caught in a trap probably wouldn't let out a scream worse than that.

[resentment value: 99%]

[resentment value: 100%]

[Lucky draw attempts: 20]

[resentment value: 27%]

Ling Yue shifted her position.

The number 19 didn't look good; rounding it up to 20 was just right!

She had come to attend a high jewelry exhibition, been wined and dined, and in the end, hadn't spent a single cent, truly getting 500 million in jewelry for free.

Although there were always people jumping around like fleas, they weren't entirely useless.

Ling Yue was in a good mood.

Mao Wenjie, on the other hand, was miserable.

In the pitch-black, eerie, chilly, empty—no, just one person—mountain road, Mao Wenjie held his shattered phone.

He couldn't call a taxi, his foot hurt too much, and he limped along, his heavy breathing caused by a mix of anger and resentment, while the thick stench on his face kept drilling into his nostrils.

So suffocating!

He was also cold and hungry, starving and freezing.

And he'd been scammed out of 5,000 yuan!

Mao Wenjie's eyes welled up with tears.