Chapter 15 Help Me Deal with a Despicable Woman

Chapter 15: Chapter 15 Help Me Deal with a Despicable WomanJi Wei sneered coldly: "I heard Miss He used to shoot adult films and even took the initiative to throw herself at some director. A woman like that—who knows how many men have had her? Ji Chuyang, aren't you afraid of catching some filthy disease?" "Stop slandering me! Do you have any proof?" He Qianyun's face flushed red as she loudly rebuked, though an air of unease could not be hidden. Ji Chuyang noticed He Qianyun's overly intense reaction, and a seed of doubt began to sprout in his heart. He had first met He Qianyun at a social gathering, where she had boldly approached him, radiating flirtation everywhere she went. Unable to resist temptation, he had slept with her that very night. The next day, He Qianyun asked him to buy her a car worth over a million, claiming that it had been her first time and demanding that Ji Chuyang take responsibility. Ji Chuyang, having a fixation on purity, didn't oppose her request, and the two began dating—but in his heart, he never saw her as anything more than a casual fling. To him, a low-tier celebrity like her was fine for a bit of fun, but entering the Ji Family as his wife? Absolutely impossible. "Proof?" Ji Wei laughed lightly. "Oh, I've got some." "You're lying! What kind of proof could you possibly have?" He Qianyun tried her best to appear composed. "Chuyang, she's just making up nonsense. Don't believe a word she says!" Ji Wei, calm as a lake, pulled out her phone, navigated to a website, and opened her cloud drive. She held the phone up and displayed the video stored there to Ji Chuyang: "Young Master Ji, take a good look. The woman in this video—if it's not her, then who is it?" The video showed He Qianyun and a middle-aged, overweight director in a private room, indulging in carnal desires. Clothes were strewn chaotically across the floor, and He Qianyun appeared thoroughly entranced, panting and moaning under the nearly bald director. Seeing He Qianyun's pale, horrified expression, Ji Wei only smirked coldly. The video had been sent to Ji Wei by her friend Xia Duoduo. Xia Duoduo, a budding name in the entertainment industry, had inadvertently captured He Qianyun's sordid affair with the director on camera and had shared it merely as gossip between close friends. Ji Wei had opened the video just once, but her phone automatically backed it up to her cloud storage. Ji Chuyang's face darkened to an alarming degree, and he couldn't suppress the furious roar that tore from his mouth: "You filthy woman, how dare you deceive me!" He reflected on how He Qianyun, from the start of their relationship, had spun lies nonstop, treating him like a fool to be played. Smack! Ji Chuyang's hand rose violently, slapping He Qianyun hard across the face. The sheer force of the blow sent He Qianyun sprawling onto the ground, half her face swelling up almost instantly. She gritted her teeth in hatred, glaring daggers at Ji Wei, looking as though she wanted to leap forward and fight her to the death. "Chuyang, please let me explain..." He Qianyun looked up at Ji Chuyang, tears streaming down her face, attempting to soften his anger and win some sympathy. Sёarᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Get out immediately! Don't ever let me see you again!" Ji Chuyang bellowed, his entire being brimming with hostility. He Qianyun shuddered all over, knowing full well Ji Chuyang's temper was volatile. Not daring to say another word, she could only wipe her tears as she scrambled to her feet. Before leaving, He Qianyun shot Ji Wei a harsh glare, her eyes brimming with resentment and fury. Outside by the roadside café. He Qianyun clutched her swollen cheek, seething with hatred, as she furiously pulled out her phone and dialed a number. "A Kun, I need you to deal with a bitch. Name your price—I want her mouth torn apart and her face destroyed!" "Which bitch are you talking about? Heh..." He Qianyun's sinister smile stretched as she spoke into the phone: "It's that damned Ji Wei! Enough small talk—tell me, will you help or not?" At the same moment, Gu Moqian, sitting at an outdoor café table, paused mid-sip of his coffee and glanced toward the gaudy woman speaking venomously into her phone by the roadside, his gaze dark and unreadable.