Chapter 247: Not Very Damaging, But Extremely Insulting

Chapter 247: Not Much Damage, but Extremely Insulting

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong

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What did he think he was doing, molesting a girl! And he even wanted to take advantage of her—it was clear he had never learned his lesson, which was why he could do such a shameless thing!

Since Jiang Muye had run into this kind of pervert, the man had to be made to suffer, otherwise this sort of person would never know the meaning of regret.

While the middle-aged man was being beaten up by Jiang Muye, the receptionist at the front desk had already started to call the police.

Just as she was about to pick up her phone, Leng Ruoli grabbed it.

The receptionist was astonished. Looking at the domineering Leng Ruoli, who was like an Untouchable Flower, radiating an aloof and powerful aura: "Don't call the police. Perverts deserve to be beaten. If you act on your own, you'll bear the consequences."

After hearing Leng Ruoli's words, how would the receptionist dare to make the call?

As a girl, she naturally hoped that a pervert like that would be punished.

But the problem was that it was happening right under her nose, and she was a receptionist in the store. If she did nothing, she'd be held responsible.

"But… I'm afraid he'll come after me. I… I'm a bit scared…" The receptionist grew frightened.

Leng Ruoli raised her face and looked at the receptionist, saying firmly, "Don't worry, I'll keep you safe."

Her eyes fixed on the middle-aged man rolling on the ground, and instantly turned icy cold.

In the midst of the chaos, still not satisfied, Leng Ruoli grabbed her bag and joined the fight.

"Thump thump thump—"

Jiang Muye saw Leng Ruoli, bag in hand, cursing inwardly, and was completely stunned.

Was this still the gentle, soft little girlfriend he knew?

Facing the middle-aged man now, her lethality was extremely high.

This output was MVP-worthy.

Jiang Muye acknowledged defeat.

Sure enough, girls were not to be trifled with.

No matter how gentle, you must never offend a girl.

After venting, Leng Ruoli let out a breath, and when facing Jiang Muye, she was once again the soft, gentle face: "Muye, you're so amazing, you even stood up for me and beat the bad guy."

Jiang Muye thought: Wasn't the bad guy beaten up by you? With you here, I've become a mere backdrop.

Now this pervert was beaten black and blue.

It was impossible to report it to the police—after all, he'd be out in a few days anyway.

The cost of crime was too low, and it might even drag Jiang Muye into it.

But having met Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli, the pervert's good days had come to an end.

Jiang Muye naturally had no intention of letting the pervert off so easily.

He summoned his bodyguards.

Jiang Muye said leisurely, "The weather's cold. Grind his bones and scatter his ashes."

The middle-aged man was completely dumbfounded, struggling: "You're breaking the law! What are you trying to do? Let go of me!"

And not far away, Jiang Muye's calm, intimidating voice rang out: "I am the law!"

The middle-aged man felt a lingering fear.

He burst into tears and snot, trying to win the bodyguards' sympathy, but he was still carried out.

No matter how many times he called for help, it was useless.

After the middle-aged man was carried out by the bodyguards, he was thrown into the river with a splash.

The lake water was freezing, especially being thrown into a river in winter.

The sensation was particularly unbearable, and the stench of the sewer almost suffocated the middle-aged man.

The ice-cold, biting water soaked his body, making him shiver from the cold.

He desperately climbed upward like a dog, and finally made it ashore. Soaked through, he hugged himself and walked forward.

The people around were all laughing at him—a complete Social Death scene.

The middle-aged man immediately ran away.

After dealing with the pervert, Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli got into the car.

Leng Ruoli threw herself into Jiang Muye's arms, trembling: "I was so scared."

She wore an expression that would make anyone feel pity, but Jiang Muye immediately read Leng Ruoli's inner thoughts.

Finally, a good chance to act spoiled as I please. How wonderful~

This left Jiang Muye not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Fortunately, though, this opportunity also gave him the chance to let Leng Ruoli throw herself into his arms as she pleased.

After holding Leng Ruoli for a while, Jiang Muye kissed her forehead: "I won't let anyone bully you. Whoever bullies you, I'll make sure they meet a miserable end."

Leng Ruoli rubbed her face against Jiang Muye, looking completely satisfied.

Jiang Muye enjoyed the soft, fragrant warmth, feeling wonderful.

Of course, whoever bullied his girlfriend, Jiang Muye would definitely not let them off easily.

So with just one order from Jiang Muye, a group of subordinates stood ready.

Jiang Muye sat on the sofa, holding in his hand all the information on the pervert from earlier.

"Tsk tsk tsk, he's even a general manager of a design company."

His brow was dark and ominous as he ordered his subordinates: "You know what to do."

"Yes."

And so, the middle-aged man's unlucky days arrived.

He discovered that his company had fired him.

And that wasn't all. When he went for interviews, every single company rejected him.

The middle-aged man was completely bewildered. His qualifications weren't low—how could he be encountering such a thing?

Especially when he interviewed at a small company. For him, getting in was more than easy—any warm body would do—but the problem arose.

Just when he was notified to start work the next day, the boss took a phone call, then turned to the middle-aged man with a serious face: "No. Don't come to work tomorrow. We're not hiring you."

The offer he'd just gotten vanished in an instant, leaving the middle-aged man begging pathetically: "Why? Didn't you notify me to come to work? I really need a job right now. I have elderly parents and young children at home, and the whole family's expenses depend on me!"

Just as the middle-aged man was describing himself as a pitiful wretch, the boss spat in disgust: "You deserve it!"

"What?" The middle-aged man was dumbfounded, never imagining the boss would be so furious.

"Do you have no idea what you did? You offended Mr. Jiang Muye and Miss Leng Ruoli. Do you still want to make a living in this circle!"

The boss's words left the middle-aged man stupefied: "Jiang Muye? I've never met him."

He had heard of Jiang Muye—some business world upstart, the future Chen family heir, founder of Jiang's Fruit Enterprise and Jiang's Snacks.

He'd heard he was still in university, yet had a super impressive résumé.

Thinking carefully, what did this Jiang Muye look like?

As the middle-aged man recalled, he began to feel a creeping terror.

His breathing stalled, and goosebumps rose on his skin.

"Could he have…"

"Alright, I don't have time to chat with you. Get lost, I don't want to be dragged down by you." The boss was furious and called security to throw the middle-aged man out.

The middle-aged man felt like the sky was falling.

No wonder he'd thought the young man looked familiar—so he was Jiang Muye!

He'd originally thought it was impossible for such a big shot to appear in his circle of life—at most, someone who looked like him. But who'd have thought he wouldn't even get the chance to cling to a thigh, and would instead offend Jiang Muye!

This big shot blacklisting him was a small matter.

But what he feared was being silenced!