Chapter 376 - Chapter 376: Mentioning the Past Makes Wen Xin Angry, Breaking His Jaw

Chapter 376: Mentioning the Past Makes Wen Xin Angry, Breaking His Jaw

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation     Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Ling Xu’er slowly moved to Wen Xin’s side, gently tugging on her sleeve, “Sister Xin, I just saw Wen Huai at the venue. He seemed so cold and a bit scary.”

“He’s just pretending; he’s actually easy to get along with. You’ll understand his personality better as you get to know him. Let’s head to the banquet hall first.”

Wen Xin noticed everyone was heading towards the main hall. She stood up, holding Ling Xu’er’s hand, and left without giving Mu Chengxi a chance to hold her hand.

Mu Chengxi watched Wen Xin and Ling Xu’er leave, a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Noticing the change in Mu Chengxi’s expression, Ling Yichen stood up and extended his hand, raising an eyebrow.

“Just lending your little girlfriend to my niece for a while is fine. My niece has been nagging me about your brother-in-law, asking when she can be sent to Ice City First High School. My head’s about to explode from her constant chatter. ”

Hearing Ling Yichen mention ‘brother-in-law’, Mu Chengxi’s dissatisfaction faded significantly. He brushed off Yichen’s extended hand, stood up, and straightened his clothes.

“If she wants to go, just send her. It’s all settled now. No need to keep her in a honey jar all the time. She needs to learn to grow up.” After saying this, Mu

Chengxi walked towards the venue to find Wen Xin.

Wen Xin, pulled along by Ling Xu’er, entered the banquet hall and immediately saw Wen Huai, Wen Zhimo, and Ma Wenyuan standing not far away.

At the same time, Wen Zhimo also saw Wen Xin. She was somewhat surprised; why would Wen Xin appear here?

Wen Zhimo looked at Wen Xin’s simple attire—a white shirt paired with slim-fit jeans, highlighting her long, straight legs.

Wen Zhimo said something to Ma Wenyuan. Then, annoyed, she shook off Ma Wenyuan’s arm and headed straight toward Wen Xin without looking back.

As Ling Xu’er was pulling Wen Xin to find Wen Huai, Wen Zhimo suddenly grabbed Wen Xin’s arm in an overbearing manner, attempting to drag her away without saying a word.

She tugged at Wen Xin, but she did not budge at all. She looked up at Wen Xin in disbelief.

“Don’t make a scene here, or you’ll be the one embarrassed!” Wen Zhimo tried to keep her voice low to avoid attracting attention.

Wen Xin turned to Wen Zhimo, raising an eyebrow, “Aunt, since I’m here at this banquet, it means I’m not here to cause trouble. You don’t need to do this.”

“Not need to do this? Look at what you’re wearing. I offered to buy you a dress, and I wanted to bring you to the banquet, but you refused and came here secretly. Have you thought about how people would laugh at you if they knew you came from the countryside?”

Wen Zhimo’s voice unintentionally rose, drawing curious looks from the surrounding people.

“A country girl attending a banquet? How ridiculous. But she is quite beautiful.”

“Such a beautiful and innocent girl must be pretending, right? She must be here to find a wealthy husband, looking for a sugar daddy.”

“Is she a university student? How can someone be so disgusting?”

“Kick her out; let the security throw her out. Don’t let a country bumpkin lower the standard of this banquet.”

The crowd around Wen Xin, Wen Zhimo, and Ling Xu’er started to murmur and gossip.

Especially the women present felt an inexplicable pressure seeing Wen Xin’s beauty, worrying that their admired men might be captivated by her delicate appearance.

Many didn’t know Wen Xin’s identity, so hearing Wen Zhimo’s words, they immediately labeled Wen Xin as a country girl here to fish for men under the guise of being an innocent college student.

“Hey, do you have no manners? How can you talk about Sister Xin like that?

She is a guest invited by Mr. Ou. Please show some respect!”

When they slandered Wen Xin, Ling Xu’er, standing by her side, was the first to express dissatisfaction, directly rebutting those women’s comments.

Some people recognized Ling Xu’er standing next to Wen Xin. The capital’s social circle is small, and many were aware of Ling Xu’er’s past incident.

Seeing Ling Xu’er defending Wen Xin and holding her hand tightly, their first reaction was quite vile.

“Oh, so this country girl isn’t here to fish for a rich husband. She has a special hobby, like the little princess of the Ling family. No wonder…”

The person speaking wasn’t the group of women who had been looking down on Wen Xin but a well-dressed man, exuding the aura of a young master from an aristocratic family.

Wen Xin’s bright eyes suddenly darkened, a cold glint flashing within as she approached the man. Before the crowd could see how she moved, Wen Xin was already in front of the man, her gaze fixed firmly on him.

“What did you just say? Dare to repeat it? Believe it or not, I’ll cut off your tongue and feed it to the dogs?” Wen Xin’s voice was icy, each word she uttered sharp as if shooting ice needles straight into the man’s heart.

The man was momentarily overwhelmed by Wen Xin’s imposing aura but quickly regained his composure, realizing his status did not allow him to show weakness to a ‘country bumpkin’.

“What, can’t handle the truth? Who doesn’t know what the Ling family’s princess did to the Wei family’s eldest miss back then? That young girl… Ah…”

Before the man could finish his sentence, there was a snapping sound — his jaw was dislocated, rendering him unable to move his mouth or control his drooling.

Disbelieving, the man looked at Wen Xin, shocked that a ‘country bumpkin’ could possess such audacity and skill to inflict such harm on him.

“If you can’t speak humanely, then don’t speak at all. Do you realize the impact your careless words can have on a young girl? Your malice could become her greatest wound!”

Wen Xin ignored how the surrounding people were looking at her. She grabbed a wet wipe from a server’s tray with flamboyant movements, tore open the packaging, wiped her fingers, and nonchalantly threw it in a trash can on the floor.

The man, whose jaw Wen Xin had dislocated, held his jaw and hurriedly fled the banquet hall.

“Country bumpkin, do you realize who you just laid hands on? That was the young master of the Song family. By attacking him, you’re finished…”

A woman behind Wen Xin deliberately reminded her, highlighting Wen Xin’s lack of restraint. Having just arrived at the banquet, she dislocated the jaw of the Song family’s young master. Although they were impressed by Wen Xin’s skill, they also worried for her, having offended someone not easily provoked..