Chapter 137: A Female Rogue Gives a Rogue a Taste of His Own Medicine!

Chapter 137: When a Female Rogue Plays Rogue Against a Rogue!

Luo Yeyong was furious.

He had brought a newly acquainted young model to his luxurious villa in the Purple Garden community, intending to spend what was supposed to be a simple yet anything but simple day. As his car approached the entrance of Purple Garden, he noticed an old man squatting beneath a qilin statue, smoking and littering cigarette butts all over the ground.

This sight, to Luo Yeyong, was a severe degradation of Purple Garden’s dignity and a stain on its reputation.

Determined to express his strong condemnation of such uncultured behavior and to restore his own glorious image as a cleanliness enthusiast in the eyes of the young model, he drove his car right up to the old man, sucked in his belly, gathered his breath and energy, and loudly spat—an intensely personal, highly destructive spray—right onto the old man's face.

“You—how dare you spit on me?” the old man looked up in shock at the well-dressed, corpulent man sitting in the sports car.

“If I can sully our image, why can’t I spit on your face?” Luo Yeyong sneered, his tone righteous and stern.

He pointed at the cigarette butts scattered on the ground. “Pick up every single one of these. Not a single ash can remain—otherwise, old man, I’ll show you why flowers bloom so brilliantly.”

Having issued his threat, he drove off, satisfied.

Before the sports car had gone far, the old man suddenly jumped up and began cursing loudly in the direction of his departure. Though Luo Yeyong couldn’t hear the words, he was certain of two things:

No, three things.

The old man was cursing.

He was cursing at Luo Yeyong.

Enraged, Luo Yeyong reversed the car, jumped out, and started chasing and beating the old man.

He had bullied plenty of formidable people before; picking on an inconspicuous old man was just a little spice in his otherwise dull life.

Not thrilling, but enough to pass a few minutes.

Unexpectedly, he was bested.

His hand was grabbed, and then he was kicked in the back of the knee. He lost his balance and fell backward.

What was worse, the bastard even stomped on his chest as he left.

Though his internal organs weren’t damaged, he felt a violent storm roar through his chest, forcing him to turn over and retch on the ground.

What frustrated him even more was that he never got a clear look at the person who had beaten him.

His young model told him the attacker was a young man wearing glasses, unattractive, with a poor aura and dressed plainly—which somewhat soothed his bruised pride.

So, he stormed to the security booth and demanded the footage be reviewed. Confirming the attacker’s appearance, he got into his sports car and set off to find him. Luckily, a friend of his who lived in the community had spotted Tang Zhong, and with his guidance, they located the villa where Tang Zhong was.

Upon seeing the villa’s location, Luo Yeyong paused, his face turning dark with rage as he ground his teeth.

Then, he swapped his Lamborghini for the friend’s Hummer, which was just about to leave, and drove the Hummer straight toward the electronic gate of Tang Zhong’s villa—

Crash—

The Hummer wasn’t so tough.

The front crumpled instantly, the headlights shattered.

Though the electronic gate was dented inward, it didn’t fall down.

Luo Yeyong’s humiliation grew.

He reversed, accelerated—

And charged the gate again.

Bang—

The gate wobbled dangerously, the electronic lock screamed a piercing alarm.

One more hit and the Hummer would crash inside the yard.

Just then, Bai Su, holding a fruit knife, came out of the kitchen, furious at the scene. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Luo Yeyong leapt from the Hummer. Seeing Bai Su, his eyes lit up. Learning that the young man was connected to such a beautiful woman only deepened his humiliation. He shouted, “Bai Su, make that brat come out!”

“Who are you calling a brat?” Bai Su was beside herself with anger. No one could stand having their door crashed in for no reason. She brandished the fruit knife and screamed at Luo Yeyong, “Who do you think you’re calling a brat?”

Though she didn’t know what had happened, Bai Su was sure this matter involved Tang Zhong. Otherwise, why would someone come knocking here?

She was quite composed about Tang Zhong’s knack for trouble.

As for why the fat man immediately called out her name, it didn’t surprise her; as the manager of the Butterfly Duo, she was a public figure with high recognition.

“Stinking bitch, what are you pretending? It’s that guy with glasses, wearing a plaid shirt. What, scared to come out after hitting someone? Playing the turtle now? Make him come out. Or else, this won’t end today!” Luo Yeyong sneered.

Bai Su sighed. This guy was clearly here for Tang Zhong. But Tang Zhong was now ‘Tang Xin,’ so he better not show himself. Otherwise, if anyone investigated, the fact that Tang Zhong had assumed Tang Xin’s identity might be exposed.

“We don’t have anyone like that here,” Bai Su denied firmly. She said this to warn Tang Zhong upstairs not to come out and risk ruining bigger plans because of a clown.

“Bullshit! Do you take me for an idiot?” Luo Yeyong pointed at a glasses-wearing, bald-headed man laughing with his young model nearby. “My friend saw him enter this villa with his own eyes. You still want to deny it?”

He thought for a moment, a lecherous grin creeping across his face. “What, you’re too scared to let him face me because he’s your kept man? Or—could it be that she’s Tang Xin’s little bitch’s old flame?”

Bai Su’s heart skipped.

This jerk actually guessed the connection between Tang Zhong and Tang Xin? Even if the relationship was mistaken, if he started digging, Tang Zhong’s substitution of Tang Xin would seem suspicious when he came and went from this villa again.

Besides, he seemed to know Tang Xin and had some kind of grudge with her.

Yet Bai Su had never heard Tang Xin mention any of this.

“Here he is again,” Zhang Heben poked Tang Zhong’s arm.

Tang Zhong’s expression darkened.

It wasn’t because of Zhang Heben’s words or the guy crashing the electronic gate—after all, the gate belonged to Tang Xin’s company, so he didn’t have to pay a cent.

What angered him was the insult to Tang Xin.

Even more so, he considered a possibility—

When he’d gone to the security booth earlier, the guard pointed at the dented part and said the man had harassed a pretty girl before, and the security had intervened to protect her—

Now, judging by the man’s attitude toward Tang Xin, it was likely that the girl he had harassed was his own sister, Tang Xin.

He couldn’t tolerate others bullying himself, let alone his family.

Tang Zhong turned to go downstairs.

Unexpectedly, Lin Huiyin grabbed his arm.

“Don’t go,” Lin Huiyin said, looking into his eyes.

Zhang Heben, however, wanted Tang Zhong to go, saying, “Huiyin sister, let him go. The guy crashed our gate. We can’t let him push us around— I love watching Tang Zhong fight. If he gets beaten up—oh, that’ll be even more fun.”

“—”

“Don’t go,” Lin Huiyin repeated.

“But we can’t let Bai Su be bullied,” Tang Zhong said. “If I don’t go down, he won’t give up.”

Lin Huiyin turned to Zhang Heben. “You go.”

“Hmph.” Zhang Heben was displeased with Lin Huiyin’s decision. She stomped her foot. “You always take his side.”

With that, she stormed out of the practice room.

“Can she handle it?” Tang Zhong asked anxiously.

Lin Huiyin glanced at him without answering, still holding his sleeve, worried he might suddenly rush downstairs and jeopardize Butterfly’s future.

Soon, they saw Zhang Heben appear in the yard.

Dressed in a black practice suit, Zhang Heben looked irresistibly cute. Smiling brightly, she approached the fat man and said in a coquettish voice, “Big brother, you’re amazing. You broke our electronic gate in one go.”

She casually opened the gate and extended her hand to the fat man. “Brother, I’m Zhang Heben. I’m the Flower Butterfly of the Butterfly Duo. It’s an honor to meet you.”

Her baby-faced, delicate features were as white as snow, her eyes like polished onyx. The tight practice suit outlined her slender waist and her chest, which was surprisingly ample for her face. Her voice was sweet and tender, enough to make bones tingle for a long time.

Luo Yeyong dared not resist such temptation. He hurriedly took her small hand. His face jiggled with fat as he smiled, eyes squinting to slits. “The honor’s all mine. Truly an honor. I love watching the Butterfly Duo perform—Zhang Heben, hehe, Flower Butterfly of the Butterfly Duo. I know you. You’re the cutest. Ahahaha—”

“Hmph. You slut.” The young model holding a small dog angrily stomped her foot. Her patron had shifted his attention, so naturally, she was furious.

Unable to curse Luo Yeyong, she vented her anger on Zhang Heben, who was flirting with her man.

“You’re no less slutty yourself,” said Luo Yeyong’s friend, the glasses-wearing bald man, laughing as he wrapped an arm around Zhang Heben’s waist. “Yeyong doesn’t want you, I do.”

Zhang Heben quietly pulled her hand away from his palm and, while he was still grinning foolishly, slapped him across the face.

Not only that, but she also clawed at the fat man’s face while crying and shouted sorrowfully:

“Pervert! You molested me! You played rogue with me—Aunt Bai, call the police! He touched my hand and tried to touch my chest and butt—he molested me—”

“I—” The sudden shift left the fat man stunned. After being scratched until blood streaks appeared on his pudgy face, he recoiled in pain and cursed, “You reached out to shake my hand first—”

“Nonsense! Do you think I’m an idiot? You crashed my door, how could I willingly shake hands with a villain like you? I’m calling the cops. You big rogue—wah wah—”

Tang Zhong upstairs watched, dumbfounded.

Wasn’t this a scene where a female rogue was playing rogue against a rogue?

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