Chapter 231 - Cat fight (II)
Xiong Wuyue went to an isolated place not too far away from the party. She finally had a moment of space for herself. She began to release all her pent up fury that she had been suppressing inside the banquet.
She screamed and stomped her feet on the grass.
She was inside the huge man-made garden. Supposedly, after her final speech, the main event would end and this place then would be opened for guests. If everything went according to plan, the guests would be here right now interacting and mingling with each other, talking about business and perhaps random things, while she roamed around making connections with them.
This was supposed to help her form a wider and stronger network in the higher echelons of the society, and should especially strengthen her position in the entertainment and modeling industries.
But it was delayed because she was no longer in the mood to smile and act. Xiong De was buying her time so she can vent out her anger here.
There were various flowers and plants everywhere. There was also a small fountain not far away from her. This was the especially designed garden made magical for her birthday.
But all this beautiful scenery seemed so unsightly in her eyes right now. That bitch's face appeared everywhere she looked! All she wanted to do was to destroy them.
Trash them! Crush them! Make a huge mess out of them!
She poured out her bottled up fury as she yanked out the flowers madly and stomped her feet on them, crushing them. She imagined she was stomping on Xiong Zhi's face instead. She wanted to erase that annoying smile off the bitch's face!
While venting out her anger, suddenly, a cold voice with a tinge of schadenfreude sounded behind her back.
"So unsightly."
Xiong Wuyue instantly turned around and glared at Xiong Zhi.
Xiong Zhi was leaning on the wall with a mocking smile, watching Xiong Wuyue rampage around like a mad cow. Seeing that smug smile again reignited Xiong Wuyue's anger to its peak. Since there was no one around, she unreservedly screeched at Xiong Zhi with all her might.
"You bitch! You came here just to ruin my day!" Xiong Wuyue's eyes were red.
Xiong Zhi harrumphed. "Congratulations. For the first time, you are right."
"Shut up!" Xiong Wuyue suddenly took off one of her heels and threw it at Xiong Zhi.
Xiong Zhi was a bit taken aback at such a sudden disgraceful act. She did not manage to evade in time. Xiong Wuyue's stilettos were five inches high and was dangerously sharp. The heels scratched Xiong Zhi's shoulder and her sensitive skin started to bleed.
The reddening patch on her shoulder was eye catching as it stood out against the silvery white dress and her snowy skin. Xiong Zhi's eyes darkened as she saw her bleeding shoulder. That hurt.
Xiong Wuyue did not care about anything anymore. Compared to that tiny wound, she wanted to kill the bitch if she could! She took off the other shoe and threw it at Xiong Zhi, too.
Xiong Zhi dodged this time, but her eyes already have killing intent in them.
Heh. She thought sarcastically. Xiong Wuyue wanted to hurt or even kill her, and she felt utterly and completely the same. She took a step towards her with a dark face.
Xiong Wuyue saw her coming, and suddenly felt as if cold water was poured on her. She suddenly remembered their fight in the Zhou Mansion. Her face and her body had hurt like hell after that fight.
She momentarily forgot her anger and felt scared. But Xiong Zhi did not give her a chance to think more as she immediately closed their distance and wordlessly slapped Xiong Wuye hard.
The loud sound of the slap resounded in the empty garden. Xiong Zhi felt her hand tingling with the intensity of the blow.
But she did not care. She had an obsession that she must not allow this woman to hurt her again unilaterally. Now, her inner demon who wanted to take revenge in every possible way came out.
Her face was devoid of any emotion as she grabbed a handful of hair of Xiong Wuyue and viciously pulled it down. Xiong Wuyue finally recovered from her initial shock from that slap. Feeling the immense pain in her scalp and on her cheeks, she teared up. But she felt her fury rose up again. She used her sharp nails and clawed at the hand that was pulling her hair.
"You bitch, let go!" Xiong Wuyue mindlessly brandished her claws while she screamed. Her nails was not something to laugh about as red scratches started appearing in Xiong Zhi's jade-like hands. But Xiong Zhi did not let go and dragged the other's head down, yanking out fistfuls of hair. Her expressionless face and her cold eyes were murderous.
"Before, you wanted a 'word fight'. So I gave you one. And you lost." Xiong Zhi's voice was surprisingly calm, but her hands that was hauling Xiong Wuyue's head were not as they swept the screaming witch left and right down the floor.
"And now, you want to switch to fist fight? Fine by me. After all, animals like you only know how to fight using your claws. I really should train animals like you to be obedient."
She dragged Xiong Wuyue with all her strength to the fountain.
"Agh!" Xiong Wuyue was struggling. Her gown was making it harder for her to retaliate and move around. Xiong Zhi's hand was too strong. Even with the bloody scratches on her wrist and shoulder, she still did not let go of her.
"Bitch! You are a s.l.u.t! The 'Young Miss' title is wasted on you! You damned woman! Who coveted whose?!" Xiong Wuyue's mouth did not stop cursing Xiong Zhi even when her scalp hurt like hell. Xiong Zhi dragging her hair made her stumble down the floor in her long gown many times, putting her in total disadvantage.
"Why? You have something to say on that? It's the truth. You coveted for everything I have. My status, my wealth, and even my man! Who told you to idolize me so much?" Xiong Zhi also let out the madness in her heart.
"No one idolizes you, you crazy bitch! You are a madwoman! The world should know how crazy you are!"
"You mean the world should know your true colors? Your disgusting act earlier made me want to gag!" Xiong Zhi pulled her hair harder. A lot of strands fell on the ground.
Xiong Wuyue suddenly boosted up her strength and stood up straight despite her gown tearing open. She reached her hands to pull at the ends of Xiong Zhi's hair.
"Ugh." Xiong Zhi groaned in pain. The hand holding Xiong Wuyue's hair grabbed tighter.
"Ahhh!" Xiong Wuyue felt the searing pain on her scalp again and tears of pain came out of her eyes.
They ended up dragging themselves in front of the fountain.
The eyes of someone watching in one corner turned more and more worried with every passing second.
Song Xuantin had seen everything. She was about to stop them but she felt that it was not the time to interfere yet. It was her first time seeing Xiong Zhi act like this. She had also realized that Xiong Zhi came here for this.
She did not know the story behind these two's battle but she was Xiong Zhi's friend. So she just stood there rooting for her. Between the two, the one who was in greater disadvantage was the woman in red, since her gown was heavier and the initiative leaned heavily on her friend's side.
What made her increasingly worried was that the two was nearing the fountain. Someone might actually get seriously hurt.
Then she heard the booming applause of all the guests from the great hall a short distance away. She turned to look at the direction of the sound behind her. The host's uplifted voice sounded after a few seconds. It was louder than normal, as if to give a hint to a certain person in the garden near the hall. Although now, it had become a group of people, with two of them still engaged in a cat fight.
"I thank everyone for coming here today. I know a lot of you wanted to spend more time with each other and also with our birthday celebrant. Everyone, feel free to proceed to the garden. I hope everyone will enjoy chatting there."
Song Xuantin was near the door so she heard clearly the sounds from where they had come from.
Her eyes went wide. Oh, no! They would come here! She needed to warn Xiong Zhi!
She hastily turned to Xiong Zhi's direction.
That was when she heard a loud splash.
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