Chapter 198 A Flight of Fancy_1
Lin Yue had long taken a dislike to Zhao Yunxiang, the woman who had nothing better to do than to find trouble with her after a full meal. When dealing with Zhao Yunxiang, Lin Yue certainly wouldn’t hold back. She would inflict pain in any way conceivable. However, Lin Yue tried to avoid hitting Zhao Yunxiang’s face as much as possible because there wasn’t much point; the woman wasn’t much to look at in the first place. Hitting her face would only make her a bit uglier, and wouldn’t serve any real purpose apart from potentially giving her evidence to "smear" Lin Yue’s name. Thus, Lin Yue stuck to her usual fighting style, always targeting the most vulnerable and unseen spots, preferring to wound internally, and, of course, let someone else take the blame.
"Stop, stop fighting!" Several men immediately stepped in to separate them, one man per fighter. Zhao Erhu hugged Lin Yue, and Lin Genfa held back Zhao Yunxiang. Since Zhao Erhu intervened earlier to protect Lin Yue, he even took a hit from Zhao Yunxiang. The force was so strong that even a big man like Zhao Erhu felt some pain, which was indicative of Zhao Yunxiang’s ruthless intent. It was even worse for a delicate young wife like Lin Yue; Erhu’s heart ached for her. He was furious, yet it was not the time to settle accounts with Zhao Yunxiang. His priority was his wife’s wellbeing.
"Niuniu, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? Let me take you back to the room and check you over, alright?" Zhao Erhu said, intending to take Lin Yue to their room to examine her, but Lin Yue was unwilling. She gazed at Zhao Yunxiang, her eyes clearly carrying a hint of provocation, noticeable only to Zhao Yunxiang due to the angle.
"Sister-in-law, are you alright? Don’t get hurt in any serious place. Let Erhu take you back to the room and have a look. Later on, I will have your sister apologize to you." Lin Genfa, well aware of his wife’s formidable temperament, secured Zhao Yunxiang but immediately inquired about Lin Yue’s condition. He was scared that his sister-in-law might have been seriously injured by his wife.
Zhao Yunxiang was already irritated by the provocative look from Lin Yue. This woman, who appeared so fragile, had a surprisingly powerful grip; she hadn’t suffered at all in the scrap. The pain in her body came and went in waves; seemingly fine on the outside, but the internal agony was severe. Moreover, Lin Genfa’s attitude added fuel to the fire. She was his wife, after all, yet he seemed more concerned about the Lin Family woman, not even asking if she was injured. It was as if he too had fallen under Lin Yue’s enigmatic spell.
"Lin Family woman, you vixen, you’ve even bewitched my husband into taking your side. I’ll kill you today and rid us of this curse!" Now that Zhao Yunxiang couldn’t physically harm Lin Yue, she resorted to verbal threats.
Lin Yue looked at Zhao Yunxiang, this foolish woman, and the little monster in her heart laughed with sly, sinister joy. Yet, when she raised her eyes to Zhao Erhu, they were filled with sheer rage, portraying the image of a helpless, angry, and wronged young wife to a tee.