Volume One, Chapter Ninety-Eight: Ye Sheng Is Attacked

When Howard Mingting learned that Ye Sheng had hit Qin Minshu at the class reunion, he pinched the bridge of his nose. It was just like the day she dealt with Howard Shuting at the Howard residence—playing openly by the rules, never understanding the art of intrigue... Such a personality was bound to suffer in society.

“Why are you so hot-tempered these days?” Howard Mingting’s voice held a hint of helplessness he hardly noticed. “Can’t you just give me some peace of mind?”

Ye Sheng didn’t catch the softness in his tone and snapped back, “Can’t you have some shame?”

“...”

“You’re unbelievable, Howard Mingting.” Ye Sheng’s anger twisted into a bitter laugh. “You said you’d investigate the hat incident, and when you found out it was Qin Minshu, you just pretended it never happened?”

His favoritism toward Qin Minshu was truly eye-opening.

When the prior scandal hit the trending list, he called her, urging her to downplay the matter, only worrying about covering for Qin Minshu without a care for her well-being.

Standing in Howard Mingting’s shoes, Ye Sheng understood clearly which mattered more: a former wife he never cared about, or a lover he cherished and protected. The priority was obvious.

Yet, she was still furious.

Furious that Howard Mingting, whether three years ago or now, had never truly regarded her as a person.

He hadn’t even afforded her the basic respect she deserved.

Howard Mingting sensed Ye Sheng’s anger. He was angry too, which was why he had broken up with Qin Minshu outright—she had crossed his bottom line.

He had reached his limit.

Whether Ye Sheng hit Howard Shuting or Qin Minshu, although he didn’t approve of violence, he wanted to say that she was right to do so, that it was justified, and that she did it well.

Everyone must take responsibility for their actions and pay the price for their mistakes—a truth even children understood, and adults should too.

But...

“Ye Sheng, let’s just move past the hat incident,” Howard Mingting said. “You also laid hands on Qin Minshu today. Once you’ve vented, let’s turn the page.”

Heh.

Ye Sheng gave a cold smile. “You two are really something.”

“...”

Howard Mingting furrowed his brows. What two? He had only ever been with her, never anyone else.

“Ye Sheng, I—” Howard Mingting was about to speak when his phone rang. It was Howard Shuting’s voice. “Brother, Ye Sheng has left.”

Howard Mingting stood up. “Where did she go?”

“No idea. Shouldn’t you be more concerned about Qin Minshu? She’s almost got her face beaten to a pulp by Ye Sheng...”

Without hesitation, Howard Mingting hung up. He didn’t want to hear another word.

—

Ye Sheng hadn’t been this angry in a long time.

Her fury wasn’t just about a single hat but about all the chaos it had sparked.

She nearly misunderstood Cong’er because of that hat, causing yet another rift between mother and son.

Now the whole story was clear: Shuting, finding the hat tacky and ugly, threw it away. Howard Mingting picked it up and had Xiao Ying wash the soiled hat. Then, for some inexplicable reason, Qin Minshu shredded the knitted hat left drying on the balcony. Cong’er, seeing the hat torn to shreds, became so upset he had a nosebleed and a high fever.

The Howard residence’s surveillance captured Qin Minshu destroying the hat, and Howard Mingting knew full well what happened but chose to hide the truth, wanting to keep it concealed.

His love for Qin Minshu was genuine.

For her, he ignored principles, disregarding both his son and ex-wife.

Qin Minshu’s dignity—inside and out—was paramount.

Her phone vibrated in her bag for a long time before Ye Sheng noticed and answered. It was Howard Lindong, asking when she’d be done; Wang Liang was already there.

“I’m coming out,” Ye Sheng’s voice was hoarse; she cleared her throat. “I’ll call Brother Wang. He should be waiting in the parking lot.”

Howard Lindong keenly sensed something was off. “What’s wrong? Not enjoying the reunion?”

“It was fine at first,” Ye Sheng didn’t hide it and smiled bitterly. “Then Qin Minshu showed up, and I gave her a good beating.”

Howard Lindong didn’t press further, only asked, “Are you hurt?”

“No.”

Ye Sheng glanced at her still-red palm. “Thick skin, tough flesh. My hand hurts, though.”

Howard Lindong chuckled. “As long as you didn’t lose out. Use an ice pack when you get back.”

Hearing him say that, Ye Sheng smiled.

“Aren’t you going to ask why I hit her?”

Howard Lindong replied, “You don’t strike for no reason. If you do, they deserve it. What else can you do?”

Her heart, once swollen like a balloon, gently deflated.

Suddenly, Ye Sheng wasn’t angry anymore.

“Okay,” her voice brightened. “I’ll call Brother Wang and head back soon. Cong’er hasn’t caused you trouble, has he?”

Ye Sheng went directly to the underground parking lot on level B2. Just as she was about to call Wang Liang for his location, a cold gust blew past her ear. She instinctively turned her head and heard a warning shout: “Watch out!”

A powerful figure dashed diagonally, shielding her from behind.

Ye Sheng watched in shock as an iron rod slammed down, striking the man’s back of the head at an angle.

Chu Yue staggered, nearly crushed by the blow.

He was stunned.

Ye Sheng’s pupils contracted sharply. Almost instinctively, she reached out to support Chu Yue and fiercely kicked the attacker’s abdomen!

The man was sent flying two meters.

He was wearing a terrifying mask.

The kick didn’t chase him away. The masked man, clearly targeting Ye Sheng, grabbed the rod and swung it at her again.

Chu Yue, dizzy and dazed, wanted to rush forward but was pushed aside by Ye Sheng.

“...”

Through blurred vision, Chu Yue saw Ye Sheng engage the masked man.

As his sight cleared, his eyes widened slowly.

That was... Ye Sheng?

She knew martial arts?

The rod flew into a corner. The masked man pulled out a dagger. Ye Sheng bent her waist; the sharp blade sliced close to her waist, but she pressed down on the man’s neck and hammered two fierce punches into his lungs.

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