"What's the matter, Chen Fan? You think just because you're not my employee anymore, I can't deal with you?"
Seeing Chen Fan's calm expression, as if he hadn't taken his words to heart at all, Song Changsheng grew even more enraged.
He sneered, speaking from a superior position, "Apologize to Xiao Hong, or you'll regret it!"
"That's right, Chen Fan, you poor loser, you actually slandered me! If you don't apologize, we're not done today!"
Feeling insulted, Fang Xiao Hong shrieked and waved to the security guards at the restaurant entrance.
Looking at the pair of arrogant old acquaintances, Chen Fan wore a half-smile.
"Apologize? For Fang Xiao Hong's artificially raised nose, her crooked double eyelids, the excessive hyaluronic acid injections, or her asymmetrically shaved chin?"
"Oh, and that inferior silicone is dangerous, Boss Song. You should be careful, or it might explode!"
*Pfft!*
Some onlookers couldn't help but chuckle at Chen Fan's words.
Fang Xiao Hong was stunned for a moment, then burst into fake sobs and cried, "Darling, this loser is slandering me! I... sob, you must stand up for me."
With Fang Xiao Hong clinging to his arm, Song Changsheng glanced at the prominent area of Fang Xiao Hong's chest and suddenly felt a pang of nervousness.
Could it really explode?
However, he immediately flew into a rage and reassured Fang Xiao Hong, "Don't worry, I'll teach this guy a lesson right now!"
Pushing Fang Xiao Hong aside, Song Changsheng sneered and advanced towards Chen Fan.
"Chen Fan, you truly are a worm struggling in the mud, unable to grasp reality?"
"You've offended Young Master Jiang, and there's no way you can recover. Hmph, look at you, your outfit probably costs less than a hundred yuan, right? You ride a broken electric scooter, and after getting fired, you can't even deliver takeout. Are you so poor you're starving?"
Chen Fan looked at Song Changsheng with a half-smile.
"Young Master Jiang will crush you like an ant."
Song Changsheng, carried away by his own words, declared proudly, "Be sensible and kneel down to apologize. I can even put in a good word for you with Young Master Jiang and give you a chance to keep delivering takeout so you don't starve."
"Otherwise, you'll be blacklisted by the entire industry. You won't be able to survive in Hang Jiang."
Chen Fan's expression remained calm. He suddenly pointed behind Song Changsheng and said, "I think you should worry about yourself!"
Song Changsheng turned his head, his face draining of color.
*Slap!* Just then, a clear slapping sound rang out, accompanied by Fang Xiao Hong's screams.
"I'll beat you to death, you vixen who seduces other people's husbands!"
"Fang Xiao Hong, you slut, I'll beat you to death!"
A middle-aged woman with a barrel waist and a robust build, waving her palms, descended upon Fang Xiao Hong like a storm.
Fang Xiao Hong's face turned pale with terror upon hearing the woman's voice. She tried to fend off the attack, but her delicate attempts were useless. Her hair was pulled, her clothes were torn, and she was being thrashed.
Song Changsheng's face turned ashen, and sweat beaded on his forehead as he heard a voice that was all too familiar.
"Wuwu, stop hitting me, stop hitting me..."
Fang Xiao Hong, no longer as haughty as before, began to plead.
The woman paid no mind, her blows not light.
Song Changsheng dared not step in to break up the fight, his lips trembling. "Wife... Wife!"
Chen Fan watched this drama unfold with leisurely interest, completely unfazed.
He had seen Song Changsheng's wife a few times. She was a feisty and formidable woman who kept Song Changsheng firmly under her thumb.
It was only a matter of time before his wife found out about Song Changsheng's affair with Fang Xiao Hong, an employee of the company, no matter how discreet they were.
Soon, Fang Xiao Hong's clothes were ripped to shreds, her hair disheveled, leaving her in a pathetic state.
This spectacle drew murmurs and pointing fingers from the crowd, some even taking out their phones to record.
After venting her fury, the woman finally released her grip and turned her gaze to Song Changsheng.
Song Changsheng's forehead was slick with cold sweat.
"Song, aren't you coming over here?" the woman snapped.
Song Changsheng walked over obediently, as if heading to an execution.
*Slap!* The woman slapped Song Changsheng hard across the face.
Song Changsheng trembled from the pain but dared not resist. He pleaded with a fawning expression, "Wife, there are so many people here, save me some face. We can settle this at home."
His reward was another slap.
"Song, you weren't afraid of losing face when you were cheating, and now you're afraid? I specifically want you to lose face!"
*Slap, slap, slap...*
The woman delivered several more slaps to Song Changsheng's face and pointed at Fang Xiao Hong, who was huddled on the ground, tearfully sobbing. "Look at the kind of woman you're involved with! With a face like a ghost, you could still bring yourself to touch her?"
The onlookers glanced at Fang Xiao Hong. Her nose had indeed become severely crooked. The plastic surgery hadn't been sturdy enough, and the woman's large hand had slapped her nose crooked.
Song Changsheng covered his face and took a look, startled.
Fang Xiao Hong's face was truly a sight to behold.
"I... Wife, listen to my explanation."
In an instant, Song Changsheng made a decision and said placatingly, "This shameless woman seduced me first. I lost control. Forgive me this once."
Fang Xiao Hong heard this and cried even more mournfully.
Song Changsheng's wife snorted and turned to leave.
Song Changsheng didn't spare Fang Xiao Hong another glance and hurried after her.
Only Fang Xiao Hong remained, her clothes torn, exposing large patches of skin, left alone to weep miserably.
The onlookers continued to point and gossip about the pitiful Fang Xiao Hong.
Chen Fan's expression was calm. He took off his jacket and walked over to offer it to Fang Xiao Hong, saying, "Cover yourself!"
To his surprise, Fang Xiao Hong slapped Chen Fan's jacket away and stood up, screaming, "Get your dirty clothes away from me, Chen Fan! Don't pretend to be a good person here!"
While crying, Fang Xiao Hong shrieked, "Yes, I'm shameless, I'm despicable, being a mistress! But I'm not someone like you, a useless poor ghost, you can touch!"
"Even if that ugly woman beats me to death, I don't need your charity!"
"Go pee and look at yourself! You're a dirt-poor loser who's destined to be a bachelor for life and looked down upon by women!"
"You think you can pick up scraps? Dream on."
"Get lost, get far away from me!"
Her hysterical voice was particularly jarring.
Many in the crowd shook their heads.
Pity the wretched, but they also had their hateful sides. She would rather be a mistress to a rich man and be treated like trash than accept Chen Fan's kindness.
This was realistic, and utterly despicable.
This woman was beyond saving.
Chen Fan turned away expressionlessly.
Just as he turned, two women jogged over, as if afraid of falling behind, each grabbing Chen Fan's arm and holding on tightly.
The onlookers' eyes lit up.
These two women.
One was tall and voluptuous, with golden hair and blue eyes, sharp and cold features, wearing an elegant black gown – clearly a foreign beauty.
The other was petite, with soft, youthful features, yet lively and cute, also possessing a pleasing figure, dressed in a kimono, like a Japanese beauty.
And these two women, vying to hold Chen Fan's arm, snuggled close to him, their faces filled with sweetness and contentment.
Suddenly, everyone present was dumbfounded.
Fang Xiao Hong also froze in place.