Ming Zhi Rou’s heart skipped a beat. She didn’t quite understand why Ming Zheng was suddenly praising her.
Soon after, Ming Zheng continued, “So kind-hearted… you’d even let go of the culprit who harmed your own brother?”
Ming Zhi Rou’s complexion changed abruptly, turning somewhat pale.
A pair of clear, beautiful eyes flickered with a hint of panic.
“You, what nonsense are you spouting!”
Her stammering was enough to prove that she did, indeed, have knowledge of the incident where Ming Yan Lun’s brakes failed.
In that case… in her past life, was Ming Zhi Rou aware of this?
If Ming Zhi Rou was also aware in her past life, then…
That would be very interesting.
“Knowing that Ming Yan Lun’s car had been tampered with by Song Zhe Kun, nearly costing him his life on the race track, yet you still asked me to let Song Zhe Kun go.”
Ming Zheng curled her lips, speaking word by word with immense sarcasm, “As Ming Yan Lun’s beloved sister, don’t you want to avenge him?”
Ming Zhi Rou’s face grew paler and paler.
Her heart trembled, her voice becoming shaky, “When will vengeance ever end… Fifth Brother surely wouldn’t want you to do anything that harms the Ming family…”
“Then you are mistaken.” Ming Zheng tutted. “Weren’t you very clear about the animosity between Ming Yan Lun and Song Zhe Kun?”
After discovering that Song Zhe Kun had tampered with his brakes, nearly killing him, how could he possibly repay evil with kindness?
If he were awake right now, he would probably have charged straight at Song Zhe Kun and beaten him up.
He wouldn’t care about the Song family or the Ming family.
Ming Zhi Rou naturally understood this.
However, she absolutely could not allow Ming Zheng to do anything that would affect the Ming family: “You have no proof that Young Master Song was the one who tampered with it.”
“Besides, isn’t Fifth Brother alright now? You’ve already received all the championship prizes, what more are you unsatisfied about?”
Ming Zheng tutted.
In the end, Ming Zhi Rou was only acting for herself, and her concern was still for that million-dollar luxury car.
But Ming Zhi Rou also knew that Ming Zheng would never give her that luxury car.
The one truly unsatisfied was herself.
Ming Zheng’s deliberate mention of Ming Yan Lun at this moment was not to vindicate him.
Rather…
It was to let Ming Yan Lun see how Ming Zhi Rou, the princess he had always held in the palm of his hand, truly felt about him.
She eagerly anticipated what expression Ming Yan Lun would wear upon seeing Ming Zhi Rou’s ugly face.
“Hahaha, it’s indeed better to be raised by the Ming family for a young lady to be so sensible.” Song Zhe Kun felt much happier thanks to Ming Zhi Rou’s flattering words.
He finally emerged from the gloom of losing to a girl like Ming Zheng.
So what if he lost?
Wasn’t he still able to do whatever he pleased?
Song Zhe Kun reached out, placing his hand directly on Ming Zhi Rou’s shoulder, leaning half his body weight onto her.
He leaned close to Ming Zhi Rou’s hair, sniffing her suggestively, “True daughter, learn from the fake daughter’s cleverness if you want to secure your place in the Ming family.”
Song Zhe Kun’s closeness made Ming Zhi Rou’s body instantly tense up.
Especially when his mouth, reeking of smoke, came close to her cheek, making her feel nauseous.
But she dared not struggle.
Nor did she dare to get angry at Song Zhe Kun’s words of “true daughter” and “fake daughter.”
Regarding this, Ming Zheng could only laugh.
What was this called?
She offered herself up.
Young Master Song naturally had to take advantage of the opportunity.
After all, this old white lotus was quite good-looking.
“True daughter.”
Song Zhe Kun hooked his arm around Ming Zhi Rou’s shoulders, walking towards Ming Zheng.
A sinister, cold smile played on his lips, his naked gaze fixed on Ming Zheng without wavering, “I’ve always been kind and gentle towards beauties, cherishing them.”
“You just happen to suit my taste.”
As he spoke, he had already reached Ming Zheng and reached out to grasp Ming Zheng’s chin, “I will forgive your insolence today, and I will also give you tonight’s prize…”
“But, you have to spend the night with me.”
By the end, he couldn’t help but lick his lips.
His eyes were filled with sinister lust.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
His sinister laugh, barely out of his throat,
turned into a cry of pain.
His hand hadn’t even touched Ming Zheng.
His wrist was already caught by Ming Zheng’s slender five fingers.
He twisted it, pressing it onto Ming Zhi Rou’s shoulder.
Her fingers, white and slender, radiated a soft glow, appearing exceptionally beautiful.
Yet, the hand restraining Song Zhe Kun felt utterly powerless.
He couldn’t break free at all.
“As for me… I’m taking your hand today.”
Ming Zheng’s crimson lips curved upwards, her casual tone laced with a hint of lazy indifference.
“Ah—”
Another scream.
Song Zhe Kun’s face was contorted in pain.
His body trembled, bending over.
Ming Zhi Rou was also pushed towards Song Zhe Kun by the immense force.
Amidst Song Zhe Kun’s piercing screams,
Ming Zhi Rou felt a sticky liquid splash onto her face.
Song Zhe Kun couldn’t see what Ming Zheng had done.
He only knew that his wrist, within those fair fingers, was being broken bone by bone.
It seemed even his tendons were being plucked out one by one.
The exquisite pain that shot through his fingers made him feel like he was about to faint.
But for some reason, the more it hurt, the clearer his head became.
He felt all the pain with perfect clarity.
His screams pierced the heavens.
Everything happened too suddenly.
The martial artists hidden in the shadows, protecting Song Zhe Kun, revealed themselves, attempting to rescue their young master from Ming Zheng’s grasp.
Ming Zheng casually flung Song Zhe Kun towards the charging martial artists.
“A bet is a bet, and you must accept the consequences. That’s the rule of the competition.”
Her eyebrows slightly raised, she uttered a sentence and then slid into the garish purple sports car, stepped on the accelerator, and sped into the crowd.
Her posture was unhurried, composed.
The entire venue was silent.
Everyone was certain that Ming Zheng wouldn’t dare to act.
Song Zhe Kun was also certain of this.
But they never expected…
That the young girl would actually make a move!
And not give them any chance to react.
Young Master Song… he was the apple of the Song family’s eye!
How could the Song family let Ming Zheng off after this action?!
“Chase! Chase her! Catch that b*tch!”
Song Zhe Kun, his face pale with pain, gritted his teeth as he spat out these hate-filled words.
His dark, sinister eyes fell upon Ming Zhi Rou.
“Take her, take her too! Let the Ming family… use that b*tch… to exchange for me!”
The Song family’s martial artists surged forth.
But what they didn’t expect was…
After they rushed out of the crowd, heading in the direction Ming Zheng had gone.
A five-person team appeared before them.
Upon seeing the markings on the uniforms of these five individuals,
That… that was…
The martial artists’ faces filled with terror, and they stopped in their tracks.
Daring not to advance another step.