Everyone present racked their brains to please Guan Yang.
They thought that as long as Guan Yang could help them a little, they would be able to reach the pinnacle of their lives. They never expected Mu Yuxin to speak to Guan Yang like that.
Was she not afraid of offending Guan Yang?
No, back in school, weren't Guan Yang and Mu Yuxin on pretty good terms?
Mu Yuxin often helped Guan Yang buy food and even did his homework. Once, when someone bullied Mu Yuxin, didn't Guan Yang step in to help her?
Why did it feel like the atmosphere between these two was not quite right?
Everyone's gaze flickered back and forth between Guan Yang and Mu Yuxin. The singer stopped singing, and the drinkers stopped drinking.
Guan Yang leaned back lazily on the sofa, enjoying the service of the women beside him, a wicked smile curling up the corner of his lips. "Aren't these all your old classmates? With your attitude, you're going to break everyone's hearts."
As soon as he said this, the way everyone looked at Mu Yuxin changed.
Yang Xiaoyu chuckled charmingly, "It's been so many years since everyone has seen each other, doesn't Yuxin miss us at all?"
Classmate A: "Hmph, she's from a big city now, how could she possibly look down on us country bumpkins."
Classmate B: "I heard Yuxin is a big boss now, with so many people chasing her. Is she about to marry into a wealthy family?"
Classmate C: "Oh Yuxin, if you make it big, don't forget us old classmates!"
Guan Yang listened to the mockery directed at Mu Yuxin, his face betraying no emotion. Seeing Yang Xiaoming making moves on Mu Yuxin again, he smiled and said, "I heard Miss Mu was the president of the Dance Association in college. It's rare for everyone to gather, Miss Mu, could you dance for us so we can admire your graceful movements?"
Upon hearing this, the crowd started to stir up again.
Mu Yuxin finally understood Guan Yang's intention in calling her here – it was clearly to humiliate her in front of these people.
Yang Xiaoyu immediately smiled, "Yuxin, I didn't know you could dance! Quick, quick, give us a performance. What music do you want? We'll play it for you."
"Yeah, yeah, do you want 'Freedom Flyer' or 'Gangnam Style'?"
Mu Yuxin clenched her fists and took a deep breath. She didn't want to stay in this suffocating atmosphere any longer. She left behind a sentence: "Sorry, I have something to do, so I'll take my leave."
As she turned to leave, Yang Xiaoming, holding a bottle of wine, blocked her path. "Xinxin, don't go. We haven't seen each other in so many years, don't you miss me at all? I've been thinking about you day and night. Here, let me toast you."
Yang Xiaoming had drunk quite a lot. As he leaned closer, the smell of smoke mixed with strong alcohol and cheap perfume was unbearable.
Just as his lecherous hand was about to touch Mu Yuxin, she said coldly, "Don't touch me!"
Seeing her disgusted expression, Yang Xiaoming's face felt like it had been slapped, burning with shame.
Someone else was fanning the flames.
"Yang Xiaoming, that's enough. Can't you see she doesn't want to deal with you? You toad is destined to never get the swan meat."
Fueled by alcohol, Yang Xiaoming's courage was considerable. He sneered, "Today, I'm determined to eat that drunken swan meat."
Saying that, he lunged directly at Mu Yuxin. She was grabbed by the arm and struggled fiercely, "Let go of me!"
Her peripheral vision caught sight of Guan Yang on the sofa. He was watching Yang Xiaoming bully her with indifference, with no intention of intervening.
Seeing Guan Yang's inaction, those who disliked Mu Yuxin rushed forward. Some pressed her shoulders, some grabbed her arms, and some directly poured wine into her mouth.
"Mu Yuxin, you really don't know what's good for you, refusing a toast and preferring a penalty!"
Mu Yuxin's fists were no match for their four hands. As the wine poured down her throat, she coughed violently.
Wine spilled onto her face, neck, and clothes.
"Haha..."
The sound of everyone's laughter still echoed in her ears. This was how they were, always liking to gang up on one person, as if that gave them a sense of accomplishment.
In the struggle, Mu Yuxin's clothes were torn, revealing her fair, beautiful neck and her chest binder. She instinctively reached out to cover herself, but someone, with great force, seemed determined not to stop until she was stripped bare.
And those men, their minds clouded with lust, saw this and wished they could rush forward and pounce on her, devouring her completely right there in the private room.
Mu Yuxin felt a surge of anger and sorrow. She knew Guan Yang hated her, but she never imagined he would retaliate in such a way.
Would seeing her so miserable and disheveled make him feel any better?
But…
She absolutely would not let these people take advantage of her.
With this thought, she reached for a wine bottle on the table and smashed it fiercely onto Yang Xiaoming's head.
"Ah..."
Yang Xiaoming's miserable cry instantly filled the private room. Everyone was shocked by Mu Yuxin's sudden move and stumbled backward.
Blood instantly flowed from Yang Xiaoming's forehead. He reached up to wipe it, and upon seeing the fresh blood on his palm, he became enraged. His plump hand was about to slap Mu Yuxin's face when it was grabbed with great force.
"Who the hell..."
Yang Xiaoming turned his head and saw Guan Yang. The rage on his face instantly turned into a fawning smile. "Brother Yang, this bitch dared to hit me. I need to teach her a lesson!"
Guan Yang sneered. Before anyone could see what he had done, Yang Xiaoming screamed again, his arm snapped.
Yang Xiaoming's face instantly turned as pale as paper. The others were also startled by this scene and retreated a few steps, fearing they would be next.
After releasing Yang Xiaoming, Guan Yang's wicked smile deepened. "I invited everyone here for a gathering, not to bully others. You're all in your twenties, how can you be so rude to an old classmate?"
Although Guan Yang was smiling, his smile was quite terrifying. Everyone present was stunned into silence.
Mu Yuxin pulled at her clothes, glared at Guan Yang with red eyes, and then ran out of the private room.
Guan Yang watched her retreating figure, his smile slowly fading, replaced by a dark, terrifying expression.
"Zhao Pengpai!"
At Guan Yang's command, Zhao Pengpai walked in. "Brother Yang..."
Guan Yang's gaze swept over everyone present. They trembled in fear, suddenly regretting attending the class reunion organized by Guan Yang.
"My old classmates are rarely in Capital City. Make sure they are well taken care of."
Zhao Pengpai responded expressionlessly, "Yes."
...
Mu Yuxin ran out of the club's main entrance, clutching her chest. The tears she had held back finally fell. Leaning against the nearby wall, she gasped for air, tears blurring her vision.
She was in so much pain.
Her body ached.
Her heart ached even more.
She knew Guan Yang's purpose in keeping her by his side was revenge. She had initially thought that no matter how Guan Yang sought revenge, she could accept it.
But she had overestimated her own resilience.
Suddenly, a sarcastic voice echoed in her ear, "Can't take it already?"