Chapter 360: Snatch Her Away From Me

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Set her free?” Ji Yan pursed his thin lips and looked at Lu Shaoyang coldly. He suddenly lifted his leg and kicked Liu Shaoyang. “in your dreams!” He kicked Lu Shaoyang mercilessly in the stomach. Lu Shaoyang cried in pain and fell on a bouquet.

Su Ling covered her mouth and screamed, “Brother Shaoyang, are you alright?”

“My wife is not a woman anyone can covet!” Ji Yan did not stop there. He stepped on Lu Shaoyang’s face as he sneered and said, “When my wife married me, she was already a member of the Ji family. Do you think you can snatch her away from me?”

The red carpet on the stage was not cold, but Lu Shaoyang felt a chill running down his spine. Looking at Ji Yan’s murderous gaze and stern face, his hands were trembling, and his face was pale. He felt humiliated and timid because he was afraid of Ji Yan.

Lu Shaoyang tried to roll his eyes and met Ji Yan’s eyes. There was an unexcelled disdain in Ji Yan’s eyes as if he was worse than a dog to Ji Yan.

“Mr. Ji, do you think you can have everything just because you have money and power?” The rationality in Lu Shaoyang’s heart broke down because of jealousy and shame. He struggled to break off Ji Yan’s subdue. He rose and roared, “the person that Hanxing likes is me, and the person who should be with her is also me! If you hadn’t interfered, today should be my engagement ceremony with Hanxing! She belongs to me!”

Lu Shaoyang roared crazily and clenched his fists as he threw them at Ji Yan with all his might. The microphone fell to the ground with a loud, ear-piercing sound. Hearing Lu Shaoyang’s arrogant words, Ji Yan’s expression turned cold. He grabbed Lu Shaoyang by the collar and punched Lu Shaoyang continuously.

Soon, Lu Shaoyang fell to the ground. Blood smudged his face. Ji Yan squatted down and tugged at Lu Shaoyang’s tie. He looked at Lu Shaoyang with hatred as he said, “No one can snatch Shen Hanxing away from me. Don’t let me hear your nonsense again. Otherwise, don’t blame me for killing you!” His deep, serene eyes were like the sea’s calm surface, hiding the raging waves. His killing intent was overflowing.

Lu Shaoyang’s pupils constricted.

As they silently confronted each other, they heard the crisp sound of high heels as Shen Hanxing walked over gracefully and calmly. She looked at the two men with her eyelids drooped. No one could see her emotions.

“Hanxing…” Lu Shaoyang’s eyes revealed hope as he looked at her with anticipation. “I know I was wrong. Can you believe that I love you now? You… are you going to agree to my request?”

Ji Yan suddenly tightened his grip. He felt that he had been too lenient just now. “I should have beaten Lu Shaoyang to death!” With this thought in mind, he clenched his fists and continued to attack.

“Mr. Ji!” Madam Lu could not help but scream below the stage. She looked at the wounded Lu Shaoyang with both pain and anger. She pounced on him while crying. “enough! Stop hitting my son. You will kill him if you continue hitting.” Her heart filled with hatred and pain. She glared fiercely at Shen Hanxing, wishing she could get rid of Shen Hanxing. It was all because of this b*tch seducing Lu Shaoyang. Otherwise, things wouldn’t have turned out like this.

Madam Lu’s anger did not cause much of a change in Shen Hanxing’s expression. Her smooth black hair draped over her back, accentuating her elegance and beauty. No one dared to look at her directly.

“Hanxing,” Ji Yan’s heart sank slightly. He suddenly felt a little uneasy as he gulped. He stood up and looked at Shen Hanxing. Then, he called out her name, but he had no idea what to say next.

Shen Hanxing lifted her head and looked at him coldly. That pair of clear eyes seemed to see through all the violence and darkness in his heart. Ji Yan clenched his fists and remained silent.

“Microphone,” Shen Hanxing opened her hands. Her nails were round and beautiful, and her skin was smooth as cream. It was like a work of art. For some reason, the host in the corner subconsciously bent down to pick up the microphone and handed it to Shen Hanxing. It was as if she was born to be so high and mighty, to be serviced by others.

Ji Yan stopped the host’s actions. He took the microphone, took out a handkerchief, and carefully wiped it clean before handing it over to Shen Hanxing. His dark eyes stared at her, and he called out again, “Hanxing.” His eyes, suppressing his deep emotions, revealed a pleading gaze at the moment, like a pitiful dog waiting for its master’s judgment.