A Big Shot's Woman Is Wild and Fierce

When Wen Xin looked at Muxi, her face bore a sarcastic smile, mocking Muxi for being nosy. Since when had it been their place to meddle in their master’s affairs?

“Quit your nonsense. Since you’re so ungrateful, don’t blame me for being rude. No one knows how you disappeared in the service area restroom anyway. Today, I’ll send you on your way…”

Muxi felt provoked by Wen Xin’s expression. He had initially only wanted to urge Wen Xin to leave. Deep down, he was still afraid to lay a hand on Wen Xin, well aware of Mu Chengxi’s temper.

But now, he couldn’t stand it any longer. Even if it meant being blamed by Mu Chengxi and possibly being punished, he had to get rid of this woman. In his heart, she did not deserve to be their matriarch.

Muxi making a move had been within Wen Xin’s expectations. From the moment Muxi appeared, she had been prepared.

She could have used a silver needle to immobilize Muxi right where he stood, warning him against rash actions. However, for some reason, Wen Xin didn’t want to let him off easily; she wanted to have a fierce fight with him.

Muxi’s attacks were ruthless, and Wen Xin’s dodging quick. But in the cramped space of the restroom, her evasions were sometimes too slow – she took a heavy punch to the shoulder from Muxi.

The pain ignited the violent streak within Wen Xin. No longer dodging, she directly confronted Muxi’s movements.

She reached out, tightly grabbed Muxi’s arm without hesitation, pinched the joint, and with a clever jerk followed by a fierce shoulder throw, she slammed him to the ground.

Muxi had not anticipated Wen Xin to have such skills; the moment he hit the ground, his eyes widened, hardly able to believe Wen Xin’s capability.

After one shoulder throw, Muxi, with agile movements, scrambled up from the floor, striking more fiercely, his eyes bloodshot, having completely forgotten whom he was fighting, driven by one thought alone — to eliminate this woman.

The pain in her shoulder awakened a long-lost sensation in Wen Xin; she met his charge head-on, as if she was back in the underground fight rings.

Watching Muxi rush towards her, a charming, wicked smile spread across her lips. She was eager to discover just how much punishment this fearless Muxi could take.

Wen Xin squared off with Muxi head-on; Muxi’s punches failed to connect, whereas Wen Xin’s struck flesh every time.

In front of Muxi, Wen Xin was like a cunning, agile eel, rendering him unable to predict where to land his punches.

To Wen Xin, Muxi was just a punching bag; she could easily anticipate his moves, landing each punch hard on his body.

About ten minutes later, Wen Xin grew tired. Lifting her leg without hesitation, she kicked straight towards Muxi’s chest.

Watching Muxi crash into the restroom door outside with a loud smack, taking the door with him in his flight.

Wen Xin didn’t even glance at Muxi, who had been sent flying. She turned around, picked up a cap from the locker, and walked into the women’s restroom…

When Wen Xin emerged from the restroom after dealing with her business, she saw Muxi lying on the ground, gasping in deep breaths, his mouth smeared with blood, looking barely able to move.

Wen Xin squatted down, resting her arms arrogantly on her legs, a mocking smile playing around her lips.

“Young man, next time you decide to strike, first consider your own strength. Not everyone is someone you can provoke!”

“Furthermore, seeing as you are one of Mu Chengxi’s men, your name bearing ‘Mu’, today I am sparing your life. But if there is a next time, even if Mu Chengxi is standing in front of you, I will still have you killed!”

“People as brave as you all ended up dead before…”

When Wen Xin spoke, his gaze shifted from mocking to vicious, and Muxi saw the scent of death in Wen Xin’s eyes.

Wen Xin’s eyes reddened, filled with bloodshot streaks as if he were a demon who had just walked out of hell. Then Muxi’s brain, which had just begun to regain some sense, violently shook.

Now, he understood that the person he had provoked was not some useless vase, but an Asura who had walked out of hell…

Wen Xin stood up, took a small vial from his pocket, and poured out a small pill from inside.

Bending down, he pinched Muxi’s swollen jaw, casually tossed the pill into Muxi’s mouth, and with a slight lift of the chin, the pill smoothly went down accompanied by Wen Xin’s movement.

“Lie here, I will have someone come and carry you away. My pills work very fast, aside from the rib you got kicked broken and the arm I snapped, your body will recover within half an hour, which won’t interfere with your dealings tomorrow!”

By this time, the vicious tone Wen Xin had before was gone, and he looked at Muxi with a smile, giving Muxi the chilling feel of being in an ice cellar.

He felt that Wen Xin was not really human, but a devil, a demon, the kind of nightmare he could not afford to provoke…

Now, he finally understood why the other four people always spoke of Wen Xin with such reverence. It wasn’t just because of Mu Chengxi; she indeed had the capability to instill fear!

Wen Xin got up and left the service area’s restroom. Just as she wasn’t far away, she saw Mu Bei hastily run in from outside.

When Mu Bei saw Wen Xin, he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, “Miss Wen, are you… feeling unwell in your stomach? Why did you take so long…”

“Ran into some trouble. You came just in time. Have some people come and carry Muxi from outside the restroom. He’s quite badly hurt, be gentle…”

Wen Xin lifted her finger toward the direction of the restroom, “He’s lying down on the cold floor, hurry up…”

Having said that, Wen Xin didn’t even glance at Mu Bei as she walked straight out, leaving Mu Bei standing there confused. It took him a minute or two to comprehend what Wen Xin meant.

As soon as Mu Bei understood, he quickly ran toward the direction Wen Xin had just pointed.

Reaching outside the restroom, Mu Bei saw Muxi lying on the ground, struggling for breath in disarray. Mu Bei almost screamed, quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket, and dialed Chief Zhou’s number, asking him to bring a few men over.

After hanging up, Mu Bei squatted down beside Muxi, looked at his face which was now somewhat disfigured from the beating, and sighed helplessly.

“Was it Miss Wen who did this? I’ve warned you not to provoke Miss Wen, yet you still recklessly sought trouble… Well, now you see what’s happened…”

Muxi looked at Mu Bei and for the first time did not argue against what Mu Bei said, only slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let out a soft exhale…