Chapter 27: Do You Think I’m a Gentle Person?

Chapter 27: Do You Think I'm a Gentle Person?

Gu Junhan had threatened Lou Xuemeng.

"Gu Junhan: Settle your own matters quickly, or don't even think about returning to the Lou family."

This threat made Lou Xuemeng realize her cousin was genuinely furious.

Wen Yu must have gotten bullied.

It seemed this incident had major implications—they didn't dare come after her, so they went after someone weaker. These people...

Don't they know who's really in charge?

Ji Mushan kept sending videos one after another, but in the middle of it all, his phone blew up with calls from his dad, Ji Zhenlin.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Ji Zhenlin's voice thundered through the phone. "Do you realize your actions right now are dragging the Ji family down? Do you know who the Lou family is?"

"Dad, I... I just wanted justice..." Ji Mushan's voice grew weak.

"Justice? Your 'justice' is just making you and the whole family look like a joke?" Ji Zhenlin sneered. "Delete the video immediately and apologize publicly! Otherwise, don't ever set foot in the Ji family's house again!"

Ji Mushan gripped his phone, his whole body going cold.

He never thought his dad would not only refuse to support him, but also force him to back down.

Just then, his phone lit up again with a message from Lou Xuemeng.

It was just one line: "Ji Mushan, are you sure you want to keep going?"

Ji Mushan stared at those words, and a sudden surge of anger rose in him.

He furiously replied: "I'm sure! I want everyone to see what you're really like!"

He thought Lou Xuemeng would be scared and beg for mercy.

But he was wrong.

A group of shadowy figures brazenly abducted Ji Mushan.

Ji Mushan was stuffed into a sack and brought to a rooftop.

Lou Xuemeng stood there in a sharply tailored black trench coat, hair draped over her shoulders, no makeup, but radiating a bone-chilling cold beauty. She wore that expression of hers that acknowledged no one.

Ji Mushan was stunned by her appearance. "What actors did you hire?! Don't think you can make me give in!"

"You really went all out! Setting up this fake kidnapping—who are you trying to scare?"

Ji Mushan looked around and shouted at no one in particular, "Where's the cameraman? Stop hiding! I know you're filming! Trying to force me to delete the video? I'm telling you, no way!"

Lou Xuemeng watched him calmly as he hopped around like a clown, her face totally blank.

"Actors?" She parted her red lips, her voice icy. "Ji Mushan, are you still dreaming?"

Ji Mushan refused to believe it, convinced there were cameras, and started putting on a show: "It's too late to win me back now, Lou Xuemeng!"

"Because you like guys with abs, I worked out every day to get eight-pack abs! You like guys who are good at games, so I trained hard for you! Whatever you liked, didn't I give you everything you wanted?"

"You heartless woman!"

Lou Xuemeng walked up to him, bent down, smiled, and slapped him so hard a tooth flew out. "Who do you think you are? Trying to mess with my head?"

"Eight-pack abs, good at games? That was all for your own benefit! You were a pathetic mess before, and you changed for me—I should be thanking my lucky stars."

His smile froze. "You... what did you just say?"

"I said," Lou Xuemeng's eyes went cold as she suddenly raised her foot, "trash like you only belongs in the mud."

THUD!

Lou Xuemeng extended her leg, and the red heel slammed hard into Ji Mushan's stomach.

"Cough... cough, cough..." Ji Mushan dry-heaved, cold sweat instantly soaking through his back.

This wasn't a performance.

This was real.

Lou Xuemeng looked down at him, pulling something out of her trench coat and pressing it against Ji Mushan's forehead.

Ji Mushan swallowed hard. "Don't try to trick me—that's a prop, right!"

Lou Xuemeng crouched down, reached out, and grabbed Ji Mushan's chin, forcing his head up to look into her murderous eyes.

Suddenly, she moved the gun and fired past his ear.

The gunshot scared Ji Mushan so bad he pissed himself.

"A gun! Where did you get a gun?!"

Ji Mushan screamed, his voice cracking, going limp like a ragdoll, snot and tears smeared across his face. "Murder! You're going to kill me!"

Lou Xuemeng looked at the yellow puddle at her feet, a look of utter disgust flashing in her eyes.

She took half a step back and used the tip of her red heel to lift Ji Mushan's chin, like she was examining something filthy.

"Pissing your pants already?"

Lou Xuemeng casually waved the gun, the motion as elegant as swirling a glass of wine. "Young Master Ji, your courage is only good for typing behind a keyboard online."

She leaned down and pressed the muzzle against Ji Mushan's trembling forehead again—this time, she didn't pull back.

"That shot was just a warning."

Her voice was so soft it sent chills down his spine. "The next one goes in your knee. Since you love running your mouth while standing tall, I'll cripple your legs and make you kneel and beg Wen Yu for forgiveness."

Ji Mushan shook his head frantically: "I was wrong! I'll delete the video! I'll put out a statement right now! Please... don't shoot my legs."

"Too late for that."

Lou Xuemeng aimed at Ji Mushan's knee.

Ji Mushan panicked—he never expected Lou Xuemeng to be this ruthless!

She pulled the trigger.

This time, no gunshot.

It was empty.

Ji Mushan collapsed again, wheezing heavily, as if he had just crawled back from hell.

Lou Xuemeng dropped the gun.

"There are no bullets in this gun," Lou Xuemeng said calmly. "But in that moment, I really wanted to kill you."

"Back then, I was just bored and humoring you—did you really think I was some sweet, gentle girl?"

Lou Xuemeng had mob roots.

In the Western Continent, she was known as the Mafia Princess. Her father ran the Red Moon Gang, which ruled the Western Continent.

Her mother was a bona fide queen of a sovereign nation.

And her aunt (Gu Junhan's mother) was the original founder of ZAOHUA GROUP.

Like she'd ever be into this dumbass?

It was just a whim—she'd been playing the sweet older sister act at this school for over a year.

Ji Mushan groveled and begged for mercy, but Lou Xuemeng found it boring. Back in the day, she'd have tossed him into a pot of boiling oil.

But making him disappear suddenly wouldn't stop the rumors either.

"Set the record straight, then get the hell out of Silvermoon City University," Lou Xuemeng said, fixing him with a chilling smile.

Ji Mushan nodded frantically, forcing a strained smile of his own.