After Trying To Pursue The Cold, Elegant Beauty. I Ended Up Being Flirted With Instead - Chapter 6

Is it President Pei who sent you? Or Minister Zhen?

After saying this, Minister Zhen glared fiercely at Wen Zhu and then stormed off in a rage.

Wen Zhu watched her receding figure, a feeling of indescribable weariness washing over her.

She sighed and turned around, only to be surprised that the second Miss of the Li family was still standing there.

And judging by her stance, it looked like she was waiting for her.

Wen Zhu wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, but she still offered a genuine and faint smile. “Thank you, Miss Li, for catching me just now. Otherwise, I would probably be indebted for millions right now.”

I’d be stuck in Pei Xiubai’s grasp for the rest of my life.

She made a lighthearted joke, but clearly, the woman across from her didn’t find it funny.

Li Zhiyun’s raven feather-like eyelashes lifted slightly. She glanced at Wen Zhu and said calmly, “It’s nothing.”

Strangely, after she said that, the two of them just stood there, facing each other in silence.

In the vast banquet hall, guests came and went, and a breeze from who knows where ruffled their gowns.

One red, one white they gazed at each other quietly amidst the noise and the stillness.

Wen Zhu, however, didn’t feel awkward. The reason was simple:

The woman in front of her was simply too beautiful.

Her mind was filled with appreciation for beauty.

She had always thought that the most beautiful person she had ever seen was Pei Xiubai. She never imagined that one day, someone could be even more breathtakingly beautiful than Pei Xiubai.

Unlike Pei Xiubai’s slightly aggressive beauty, Li Zhiyun was more like clear jade, untainted by the slightest worldly dust.

God had gathered all the coldness and beauty of the world here, carving out a unique work of art.

No one could deny the authority of that face.

And only a truly top-tier aristocratic family could nurture such a beauty.

“You” Li Zhiyun was the first to break the silence.

Her gaze swept over Wen Zhu’s right fingertips. She hesitated for two seconds, then asked, “How is your… now?”

She remembered Wen Zhu was right-handed.

But when she nearly fell just now, her first instinct was to use her left hand.

Wen Zhu, of course, noticed Li Zhiyun’s gaze and subconsciously hid her right hand.

Li Zhiyun noticed her movement, and her red lips parted, but in the end, she still didn’t ask the question.

“I have things to do, so I’ll leave first.” Li Zhiyun nodded slightly. This simple gesture was full of the nobility and composure of an elite family.

After speaking, she turned and walked towards the upper floor.

Wen Zhu couldn’t help but follow for two steps.

What did Li Zhiyun want to say just now? Have we met before?

Why did Li Zhiyun look at my right hand, as if she knew my right hand had been injured?

Wen Zhu felt a vague suspicion that she might have forgotten something.

She walked back, reflecting as she went.

As she passed a corner, a hand suddenly shot out from behind the wall, grabbing Wen Zhu’s hair and dragging her into the corridor.

“Bang!”

Wen Zhu was thrown forward and crashed heavily against the wall.

The pain instantly made her dizzy, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Before she could even take a breath, her hair was grabbed again from the top of her head. The intense pain of her scalp being pulled forced Wen Zhu to open her eyes.

Huddled in front of her was a girl with heavy smokey makeup, seemingly around seventeen or eighteen years old.

“Bitch, you’re Wen Zhu?” The smokey-eyed girl’s voice was cold and malicious, her eyes full of hostility.

She yanked Wen Zhu’s hair, threw her aside, and then viciously stomped on her right hand.

The intense pain instantly brought tears streaming down Wen Zhu’s face: “Le- Let go!”

But the smokey-eyed girl completely ignored her. Instead, she slightly lifted her foot and deliberately ground it back and forth twice on Wen Zhu’s right hand. She said venomously, “Who do you think you are, daring to order me around? Do you know that you almost ruined President Pei’s collaboration with the Li family?! Today, I have to teach you a good lesson for President Pei!”

Wen Zhu took a deep breath, enduring the sharp pain in her fingertips. She asked coldly, “Is it President Pei who sent you? Or Minister Zhen?”

“Of course, President Pei sent us! Bitch, let me tell you, President Pei has been tolerating you for a long time. You’d better know your place and stay far away from him! President Pei finds you annoying, got it?”

The smokey-eyed girl curled her lips into a sarcastic arch, her tone disdainful and contemptuous: “Since you’re a dog, you should have the awareness of a dog. Don’t interfere with your master’s decisions, and don’t ever dream of people who don’t belong to you!”

In an instant, Wen Zhu’s heart felt like it was fiercely torn apart, and even the air chilled by a few degrees.

This pain even surpassed the intense agony of her fingertips being crushed.

Her ears rang, and the sentence President Pei sent us played over and over in her mind.

Wen Zhu thought she had long given up all hope for Pei Xiubai, but when she heard these words with her own ears, her heart still twinged uncontrollably.

The pain was like a sharp silver needle, subtly piercing her flesh, making it difficult even to breathe.

The light in her eyes was completely extinguished, like a ruin, with even the last flicker of hope trampled to dust.

Just because I didn’t let Pei Xiubai vent his anger earlier, he’s sending people to teach me a lesson now?

Even if Pei Xiubai doesn’t like her anymore, does the affection from growing up together truly mean nothing?

A tear dropped from her chin onto the back of her hand with a “pat.”

Wen Zhu laughed sadly. Pei Xiubai, are you so intolerant of me now?

“Blame yourself for not recognizing your status and provoking someone you shouldn’t have!” Seeing her show no reaction, the smokey-eyed girl sneered, raised her hand, and was about to slap her hard.

But before the hand could fall, it was tightly grasped by a slender yet powerful hand.

In the dim corner, where only weak light could penetrate, Wen Zhu slowly raised her head, a pair of pitch-black eyes fixed on her.

That gaze was too indifferent; there was no anger, no struggle, and not even pain, only a stretch of deadly desolate barrenness.

The smokey-eyed girl felt an inexplicable chill and involuntarily took half a step back.

“You… What do you want to do?” She feigned composure, bracing herself as she threatened, “Stop struggling. There are so many of us; resistance is useless, and you’ll get hit less!”

Wen Zhu gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, but a faint smile appeared on her face.

Just one wall away, the banquet outside was lively and grand.

But in this small corner, her smile was cold and desolate, like a chilling wind in deep winter, sending shivers down people’s spines.

Her reddish eyes did not make her look fragile; instead, they made her look even more unyielding.

Her voice, however, was terrifyingly calm, “Didn’t your mother tell you not to provoke a woman whose heart is dead?”

The smokey-eyed girl suddenly froze, and a cold sweat instantly broke out on her back.