Turns Out, I'm from a Real Aristocratic Family! C162 – Chapter 162: Does Your Face Not Hurt Anymore?

Chapter 162: Does Your Face Not Hurt Anymore?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“But there are so many familiar faces here. If Lu Chen comes, our family will be so proud!” Song Ling remarked. Lu Chen's mere presence elevated their standing in the eyes of others.

“Moreover, if Lu Chen attends, it signifies that he still holds Jiayi in his heart! How much affection do you think he has for Jiayi if he doesn't show up to such an important occasion?” Song Ling's reasoning resonated with Fang Liguo.

Fang Jiayi, emerging from the restroom after washing her hands, caught a glimpse of a familiar figure passing by in the mirror. Shocked, she inquired, “Fang Yuan, why are you here?”

Given the event's exclusivity, attendees were either associated with the competition or part of the staff. Individuals like Fang Yuan, seemingly unrelated, faced challenges entering. Could she be working at the theater? Unlikely, considering she could earn substantially more accompanying a wealthy individual for a night.

Fang Jiayi figured it out. “I understand now. You came with your sugar daddy?”

Initially dismissive, Fang Yuan halted in her tracks, casting a cold glance. “Does your face still hurt? Do you want another beating?”

“You— 1 dare you to hit me…” Fang Jiayi hastily shielded her face. “1 haven't settled the score with you!”

Fang Yuan quipped, “Oh, feel free to settle it now.”

“You…” Fang Jiayi gritted her teeth, at a loss for words. Resorting to mentioning her parents, she warned, “My dad and mom are here with me today!”

Fang Yuan queried, “So?”

“If you bully me, 1'11 have them teach you a lesson. You'll end up losing face in the end!”

“Hehe.” Fang Yuan chuckled, finding the threat amusing. It struck her as rather comical that Fang Jiayi, as an adult, would resort to using her parents to intimidate others.

“What's so funny?” Fang Jiayi, feeling a twinge of guilt, demanded.

Fang Yuan's voice turned cold as she warned, “The next time 1 hear you talk about a sugar daddy, I'll cut off your tongue and feed it to the dogs!”

Fang Jiayi suddenly felt a sharp pain in her tongue. “You, you dare?”

“You can try me.”

After delivering this stern message, Fang Yuan turned to enter the washroom. Unbeknownst to her, Fang Jiayi, feeling a surge of satisfaction, poured water in her direction, purportedly by accident. “Oh, I'm sorry, Sister. I didn't do it on purpose.”

While Fang Yuan managed to block some of the water with her hand, a portion still splashed onto her clothes.

Feeling triumphant, Fang Jiayi failed to notice Fang Yuan swiftly approaching. Without warning, Fang Yuan slapped her hard.

“Pa!” The resounding slap left Fang Jiayi momentarily stunned, her left cheek throbbing as she covered it in disbelief. “You, you actually dared to hit me?” “I'm hitting you!” Fang Yuan raised her hand again, directing it towards Fang Jiayi's face. “I'm not Song Ling. I won't indulge your bad habits!”

“You…” Fang Jiayi, on the brink of anger, suddenly heard a familiar voice.

“Jiayi, are you alright?” Song Ling, concerned about her daughter's prolonged absence, approached and witnessed Fang Yuan striking her. Enraged, she examined Jiayi's swollen left and right cheeks. Realization struck—Fang Yuan must have intentionally harmed Jiayi. Fuelled by anger, Song Ling lifted her head, prepared to teach Fang Yuan a lesson.

Fang Yuan firmly seized Song Ling's wrist, refusing to let go.

“Let go of me!” Song Ling struggled, surprised by Fang Yuan's strength. Regardless of her efforts, she couldn't break free. Gritting her teeth, she demanded, “I told you to let go, did you hear me?!”

Fang Yuan nonchalantly released her grip. In the ensuing moment, Song Ling, caught off guard, stumbled backward. Fang Jiayi attempted to offer support, but Song Ling accidentally stepped on her dress. The two women collided and fell, ending up in an unfortunate state.

“You wretched girl…” Song Ling pointed accusingly at Fang Yuan.

Ignoring them, Fang Yuan headed into a cubicle. Upon leaving the bathroom, she found Song Ling blocking her way.

“Do you think you can slap Jiayi whenever you want? A few days ago, you instigated your friend to hit her. Today, you bullied her right in front of me. If you don't apologize to Jiayi and let her hit you back, I'll bring someone in to mediate!”

“Sure!” Fang Yuan readily agreed. “At the same time, let everyone see if someone who plagiarizes other people's piano music deserves the second-place trophy.”

Song Ling was taken aback. “W-What are you saying? Don't slander Jiayi here!”

“Whether it's slander or not, you can ask her,” Fang Yuan replied, casting a meaningful look at Fang Jiayi.

Fang Jiayi felt a pang of guilt, not expecting Fang Yuan to uncover this so swiftly. She gritted her teeth and retorted, “Do you have evidence?”

“That's right. Do you have proof that Jiayi stole someone else's piano piece? Even if she did, how did you find out? Can you comprehend the piano piece?” Although Madame Old Fang had purchased a piano piece for Fang Yuan, she had never heard her play it. Fang Yuan must have some musical knowledge, so she deliberately accused Jiayi of plagiarism!

“Oh, 1 understand. You saw that Jiayi secured second place and felt discontented, so you deliberately came here to humiliate her. What a malicious person! How did the Fang family raise someone like you?” Fang Yuan accused..

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