YM778.TV Chapter 92: 92 Relations (2)
Chapter 92: 92 Relations (2)
Startled by the noise, the three people outside all took a step back.
Then there was the sound of a toilet flushing, followed by the click of high heels, and then the door opened halfway, Xia Siyu stepped out, and gently closed the door that was originally half-open behind her.
The fact that the murmuring behind her backs had actually reached the ears of the very person they’d been about, made all three jump. Fortunately, the light inside the restroom was dim, so her sudden appearance startled the others as well. Combined with her strong presence, everyone’s gaze automatically centered on her.
Nobody dared to check if there was still someone in the stall.
Xia Siyu walked in her high heels, chin up, nonchalantly fixing her hair. The three stepped aside to make way, and without even looking at them, she walked past and went to wash her hands again at the sink.
These three were just minor characters; seeing that Xia Siyu didn’t take issue with them, they quickly prepared to skulk away.
But before they had taken two steps, Xia Siyu suddenly said from behind, “Stop there.”
The three froze, actually coming to a standstill.
Xia Siyu was a force to be reckoned with in Yancheng, known for her candid and explosive temper. She wouldn’t hesitate to hit someone in the street and didn’t even give face to Bo Yan. To anger her…
Xia Siyu turned off the faucet, took a paper towel, and nonchalantly wiped her hands. Then she lifted her head, casting a cold glance at herself in the mirror, and at them.
Afterward, Xia Siyu crumpled the paper towel into a wad and threw it toward the trash can. The towel traced a parabolic arc through the air, landing precisely in the bin with a “thud.” The threes’ hearts seemed to match that “thud” with a heavy beat.
Xia Siyu, in her high heels and with an imposing aura, walked over with piercing eyes. As she walked up behind the three, they hurriedly bowed their heads, “Xia… Sister Xia.’
Xia Siyu didn’t acknowledge them, simply extending her arm out casually, draping it over the shoulders of the three. At 168cm, with heels she easily stood at 175cm plus. With their average height, they wilted like chicks under her arm.
“In the future, make your stories a bit more credible. The notion that I seduced Bo Yan, what a joke. I’ve never considered him important, not in the past, nor now. And 1 wouldn’t care if you’ve recorded this—you can boldly go and tell him, to his face.’
Xia Siyu’s words genuinely frightened one of them, and the cellphone in her hand clattered to the ground, the screen shattering. Still, it was clear, she had indeed been recording.
Having said her piece, Xia Siyu withdrew her arm, adopting an air of indifference, “Now, get lost.”
The three of them promptly left, picking up the phone with the smashed screen before they went.
After they were gone, the door of the small cubicle where Bo Yan was hiding opened, and he stepped out with a slightly complex expression on his face.
After a moment, he slowly composed himself and came over with an expressionless face. He had barely uttered the word “Sorry” when Xia Siyu slapped him hard across the face.
Bo Yan was slapped again, this time even more composed: “l apologize.”
He paused and then added, “1 have no such interest in you.”
No sooner had he finished speaking, than Xia Siyu, already brimming with rage, felt her eyes turn red in an instant..