Reborn Aristocrat: Oppressing

Wen Yan’s ridiculing voice was laced with disdain.

Mo Yuanxiu squinted and looked at the woman in front of him calmly, appearing frivolous. He elegantly said in his low and charismatic voice, “If I said it was a bed technique, the man beside you would probably vomit blood.”

He smirked.

Everyone turned to look at him.

Wen Yun’s eyes were practically spitting fire as he glared at him.

Mo Yuanxiu appeared nonchalant under Wen Yun’s gaze and calmly asked, “Manman, what do you think?”

But at this point, he was hugging Lu Manman intimately as if they were in an ambiguous relationship.

“Lu Manman, you slut!” Wen Yan looked at the two people opposite her. She could sense her brother’s anger and could not help but curse.

Slap! It was a resounding slap.

Mo Yuanxiu smiled.

Of course he did not slap her.

He looked at the evil-doer Lu Manman gently.

Her expression remained calm and composed.

But Wen Yan was stunned and looked at Lu Manman in shock.

She had not expected this woman to slap her so directly.

The Lu Manman in her memory was someone that she had deliberately embarrassed the first time she met her after her brother brought her back. Back then, not only did Lu Manman not dare to do anything to her, but she even tried to be nice to her.

But now.

But now, in front of so many people, she had given her a tight slap.

It was not very painful, but she could not tolerate it.

Her voice was high and shrill as she screamed. “Lu Manman, who are you to hit me, you b*tch!”

With that, she bared her teeth and pounced on her.

Mo Yuanxiu pulled Lu Manman into his arms.

Wen Yan punched Mo Yuanxiu’s back with all her might.

He did not even frown. It was as if he had just settled Lu Manman down when he turned around and grabbed Wen Yan’s hand with such force that she lost control of her fist and teared up uncontrollably.

“Let go of her!” Wen Yun growled. “A man fighting a woman, you’re such a scumbag!”

“I’ve never acknowledged myself as a gentleman!” Mo Yuanxiu growled. “After all, I’m not a certain someone!”

Wen Yan fell to the ground, utterly embarrassed.

“Mo Yuanxiu!” Wen Yun was fuming.

Mo Yuanxiu was calm and composed, and his lips curled up into a charming smirk. “Don’t bully my woman, or I’ll resort to underhanded methods. As for that saying, ‘A good man doesn’t fight with a woman’, that has never existed before in my dictionary.”

With that, he left with Lu Manman in his arms.

He was so confident and at ease.

Wen Yun clenched his fist in anger, and his expression darkened. He looked like he was ready to kill someone at any moment!

“Brother!” Wen Yan, who was sobbing her heart out, screamed. “Why didn’t you help me beat him up? I was bullied by Mo Yuanxiu, but you didn’t help me fight! And Lu Manman, that woman, she’s already so cheap! What is she so arrogant about?! She even slapped me! This rude woman—”

“Enough!” Wen Yun snapped. “Get up! Don’t you find yourself embarrassing?!”

Wen Yan cried. “Brother, you’re yelling at me!”

“If you don’t want Dad to send you overseas again, you’d better behave yourself!” Wen Yun growled as he strode off with a dark expression.