Hearing this voice, Xia Hongyu’s whole body shook, then she looked up incredulously.
She saw a young man standing behind Dong Yiping, his eyebrows sharp as a knife, his eyes like stars, smiling as he looked at her.
Seeing this smile, Xia Hongyu felt a sourness in her nose, and her tears nearly fell.
At this time, Dong Yiping also reacted, but he couldn’t see who was behind him. He only felt someone holding his wrist, so he struggled hard, trying to break free.
No matter how much he struggled, the hand holding his wrist was like forged iron, not moving at all. The more he struggled, the tighter it gripped.
Very quickly, Dong Yiping’s face turned pale with pain, and sweat appeared on his forehead.
But he still didn’t beg for mercy, instead, he said angrily, "I am the Young Master of the Dong Family business, how dare you...?"
Before he could finish his threat, there was a crunching sound.
Dong Yiping’s wrist was crushed hard.
Dong Yiping screamed in pain and fell to the ground, only then could he see the person behind him clearly.
Seeing it was an extraordinarily brave young man, Dong Yiping was even more infuriated.
"Where’s this wild kid, you... mmm mmm mmm."
Zhao Ya stepped on his head, the shoe sole blocking his mouth, cutting off his words.
Then Zhao Ya said calmly.
"If you dare say another word, your head will explode directly, understand?"
Dong Yiping’s eyes showed fear, and he blinked wildly, indicating he understood.
For he could feel the aura emanating from Zhao Ya.
This aura was much more terrifying than that of the teacher who taught him martial arts, so he dared not have any thought of resistance.
Only then did Zhao Ya gently lift his foot.
Dong Yiping turned over and climbed up from the ground, disregarding his injured wrist, and hurriedly tried to run out.
"Stop!"
Dong Yiping immediately stopped, not daring to make a move.
Zhao Ya pointed at Cheng Wen’Er, who was equally terrified.
"Spill it, what’s the shady deal between you and this woman?"
Cheng Wen’Er trembled all over and quickly said, "I didn’t..."
But in the next instant, a light struck her mouth.
With a cracking sound.
Most of Cheng Wen’Er’s teeth were knocked out, and blood flowed down instantly.
Zhao Ya said, "I didn’t ask you, so don’t speak. Understand?"
Cheng Wen’Er clutched her bleeding mouth, her whole body trembling, and the powder on her face fell down in clumps.
At this point, there was nothing left to hide.
Dong Yiping said, "I... I once ran into Miss Xia on the street, and I was smitten with her. This woman noticed my thoughts and said she had a way for me to get with the beauty, but I needed to pay her a sum of money first."
"So I gave her a sum of silver, and she set up this trap. That’s it, I didn’t utter a word of falsehood. If you don’t believe me, ask her."
Xia Hongyu’s face turned ashen, her lips trembling with anger.
She really didn’t expect that the woman she considered a close friend could do such a thing behind her back.
She looked at Cheng Wen’Er and asked sharply, "How much silver did you sell me for?"
Cheng Wen’Er was now trembling like a leaf.
With tears, blood, and powder mixed on her cheek, she looked like a ghoul and couldn’t speak a word.
"Five hundred taels, I gave her five hundred taels of silver!" Dong Yiping said.
"Five hundred taels, hahaha." Xia Hongyu laughed as if she was crying, "For five hundred taels you planned to sell me out? You’re such a good friend!"
Zhao Ya didn’t bother with further words, immediately asking.
"Should I kill?"
As long as Xia Hongyu said the word, Zhao Ya would point, and Cheng Wen’Er’s head would explode like a firework.
Cheng Wen’Er’s eyes instantly filled with extreme fear, and she slumped to the ground, mumbling.
"Hongyu, I know I’m wrong, please, for the sake of our past friendship, spare me this once."
Xia Hongyu was silent for a moment, then said coldly, "Get lost! Don’t let me see you again!"
Cheng Wen’Er, as if granted amnesty, scrambled and rolled away.
Dong Yiping also wanted to escape but didn’t dare to. He could only look pleadingly at Zhao Ya and Xia Hongyu.
Since Cheng Wen’Er wasn’t killed, naturally Dong Yiping wouldn’t be either.
Zhao Ya waved his hand.
Dong Yiping quickly ran out.
The box was left with only Zhao Ya and Xia Hongyu.
Zhao Ya remained silent with a smile.
Xia Hongyu blushed slightly, ultimately whispering, "Thank you, you saved me again this time."
Zhao Ya burst into laughter.
Because what Xia Hongyu said was indeed true.
The first time he met her, it was a similar scene, and it was Zhao Ya who had rescued her.
He didn’t expect that after coming to the Capital City, a similar scene played out again.
Looking at the increasingly beautiful woman before him, Zhao Ya couldn’t help but lament her unfortunate fate.
Back in Wuxiang City, it was because of a family upheaval, with her grandfather Xia Feiying seriously injured and having to work to make money, which led to covetousness.
This time it was an unfortunate friendship, being sold by a fat woman for five hundred taels to a wealthy young man.
Thus, it was clear that without enough power or strength, the prettier a woman is, the more tumultuous her fate becomes.
Not to mention others, just take Zui’Er for example.
If not for being taken in by Zhao Ya, given her looks, who knows how miserable her experience would have been.
And if we talk about appearance, Xia Hongyu is no less than Zui’Er and Shang Luoluo.
Speaking of which, ever since crossing over, the excellent women Zhao Ya met all seemed to be very beautiful.