Chapter 213 Suffering One After Another

The man leaned back, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "Light me a cigarette."

Mingmei paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and hurriedly took a box of cigars from the car's glove compartment. Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing this, the man curled his lips into a smile. "Miss Ming, are you scared?"

Mingmei's heart skipped a beat, and her face turned deathly pale. After a few seconds of hesitation, she forced a calm reply, "What do I have to be afraid of?"

She suppressed her panic and pressed the button on the lighter.

She claimed she wasn't afraid, but her hand movements betrayed her; she pressed the button several times before finally lighting the cigar.

She flicked her wrist, and the fireworks glowed crimson.

"Young Master Shen, please."

The man took the cigar, took a puff, and the thick smoke dissipated, blurring his fierce and sinister features.

"Miss Ming, what are your plans next?"

A hint of anger flashed across Mingmei's face. "I've already given Sang Yuwan a chance. Since she didn't cherish it, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, a ruthless glint flashing in them, but his face wore a meaningful smile. "Tell me, how ruthless are you?"

The cigar burned slowly between his slender fingers, the aroma growing stronger.

The bright sunshine was gradually shrouded in mist.

She frowned slightly and boldly rolled down the car window by a crack about an inch wide.

The man seemed oblivious to this, took a puff of his cigar, and then said, "It seems Miss Ming is just arguing. Indeed, Sang Yuwan could crush you with a flick of her little finger these days. You're really overestimating yourself if you want to deal with her."

Mingmei's breath hitched, and the anger she had been suppressing flared up. A fierce look appeared in her eyes. "I'm not so easy to manipulate."

The man slightly lifted his eyelids, tilted his head, and exhaled a puff of smoke towards her.

Mingmei choked unexpectedly and couldn't stop coughing, "Cough cough..."

The man's eyes narrowed, his expression instantly turning gloomy, and two ice flowers seemed to freeze in his pale gray pupils. "I think Miss Ming is quite easy to manipulate."

Mingmei clenched her fingers, her fair and slender knuckles protruding, her jawline taut, and her chest heaving.

A gentle breeze drifted in through the cracks in the window, carrying away wisps of bluish smoke.

Mingmei still felt a tightness in her chest and wanted to push the door open and go downstairs, but she didn't have the courage.

The man sitting next to her was Shen Yilin, the eldest son of the Shen family in Beijing. He was also the only grandson of Old Master Shen.

Mingmei's eyelids suddenly twitched. She slowly turned her head, took a deep breath, and asked in a trembling voice, "Young Master Shen, Sang Yuwan said she's your sister. Is that true?"

Shen Yilin's expression faltered slightly, a dangerous storm instantly surging in his eyes. The cigarette between his fingers burned silently.

The smoke was thick and heavy, and each wisp seemed to transform into an invisible rope.

Mingmei felt as if something was choking her neck, making it difficult to breathe. She swallowed hard and said tremblingly, "Young Master Shen, I'm sorry, I overstepped my bounds."

Shen Yilin's face was cold and stern. "My sister. Ha. This Sang Yuwan is just like that vixen, utterly shameless."

Upon hearing this, Mingmei couldn't help but let out a sarcastic laugh, and her tense expression suddenly relaxed considerably.

It seems that Sang Yuwan is not a full sibling of Shen Yilin, but most likely a half-sibling.

Shen Yilin's intense hatred for Sang Yuwan's mother speaks volumes.

Sang Yuwan's mother interfered in his parents' marriage.

Having unexpectedly uncovered this "secret," Mingmei couldn't help but feel a little smug. Her tense jawline gradually relaxed.

Through the smoke, Shen Yilin's eyes were sinister, the crimson fireworks reflected in them, making him even more terrifying.

"Young Master Shen, if you hate her so much, why don't you just reveal her background?"

For a moment, Mingmei forgot that the man sitting next to her was a capricious person.

"Heh." Shen Yilin sneered, "Miss Ming, don't think that just because I've said a few more words to you, you can be nosy."

Mingmei was startled, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on her back.

She said, trembling, "Young Master Shen, I deserve to die."

Shen Yilin's cold voice pierced through the smoke and reached her ears, "Slap yourself."

Her bright eyes widened, her face as pale as paper, "Young Master Shen..."

Snap—

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Yilin slapped her across the face, cursing menacingly, "Remember this, watch your mouth. Otherwise, next time it won't be as simple as just a slap."

Mingmei trembled all over, and beads of sweat and tears on her forehead mingled at the corners of her eyes, rolling down her cheeks.

"Get out!" Shen Yilin stubbed out his half-finished cigar in the car ashtray, his cold lips parted slightly as he angrily rebuked.

"Yes." Mingmei was terrified and nervously pushed open the car door and got out.

My legs felt a little weak, and I swayed a couple of times before I could finally stand up.

The man standing by the car opened the driver's side door.

boom--

The Maybach sped away like an arrow released from a bow.

Mingmei stood there, biting the inside of her mouth, her eyes red.

"The Shen family members are all bad people."

Buzz—

My phone rang.

Mingmei took two deep breaths, walked angrily to her sports car, opened the door, and got in.

She put her sunglasses back on.

I pressed the answer button only after starting the car.

"Go back to the Ming family immediately."

The cold voice carried a heavy anger.

The caller was Ming Zhan, the heir of the Ming family.

Mingmei, with nowhere to vent her anger, slammed the steering wheel and said irritably, "I don't have time right now."

Ming Zhan raised his voice, "I'm giving you half an hour. If you don't come back, I'll immediately remove you from the Ming family's genealogy."

"Why?!" Mingmei gritted her teeth, half of her face red and swollen.

This morning, she first suffered from Sang Yuwan's temper, then was beaten by Shen Yilin. Now, Ming Zhan is threatening to expel her from the Ming family.

Mingmei was driven to madness; all her anger and shame coalesced into a raging inferno, burning within her.

She stepped on the gas and overtook several cars in a row.

This drew a barrage of angry curses from other drivers.

She ignored him and continued overtaking.

"Mingmei, are you speeding?"

Hearing the car engine was too loud, Mingzhan lowered his voice and questioned it in a low voice.

"Do I need to report to you what I do?" Mingmei retorted.

Mingzhan took a deep breath. "Mingmei, pull over right now."

Mingmei snorted coldly, "I won't."

Mingzhan said anxiously, "Mingmei, I order you to pull over immediately."

Mingmei gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, her knuckles protruding and white. Her face was taut, and the veins on her forehead bulged.

"Mingzhan, if you don't stop the car, I'm calling the police," Mingzhan warned again.

Mingmei ignored him, her foot almost flooring the accelerator. Her bloodshot eyes blazed with murderous intent. She was completely unaware that they had reached the traffic light intersection.

"Bright and beautiful..."

Bang--