Chapter 82: Without Comparison, There is No Hurt...
Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Without Comparison, There is No Hurt…
Thump, thump, thump—the punches landed as though they were hitting Lu Hualiang’s heart.
Suddenly recalling what Housekeeper Fu had said, Xia Weibao had smashed two vehicles, damaged three doors, dismantled four air conditioners, burst five water pipes…
Next to the villa in the garden, there was a new hole in the wall…
The centuries-old purple fir in the small courtyard had toppled over for some reason…
Bang!
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Just as Lu Hualiang was reeling in shock, a violent collision sounded from nearby.
Looking up, he saw Xia Weibao kicking a car door clean into the vehicle.
Don’t ask how the door could be kicked in—he himself was dying to know why.
Clearly, Xia Weibao hadn’t expected such a result either, and she looked around guiltily.
Lu Hualiang was in a blind spot, so she didn’t see him.
Thinking that no one had witnessed the scene, Her Majesty the Empress hurriedly pried off the emblem and then drove away.
Lu Hualiang, “…”
He took a look at the car beside him and reached out to pry the emblem, but it didn’t budge.
By chance, his gaze caught sight of a Bugatti nearby with a hole in the front; the emblem had been pried off.
Looking at the marks, it seemed to have been twisted off by sheer force.
Lu Hualiang’s temple throbbed fiercely—this strength…
Suddenly he felt it was time to buy a new car.
Judging by the extent of Xia Weibao’s destruction, a car per day, his garage would only suffice for two or three months of her rampages.
He felt a headache coming on—was he raising a wife or an ancestor?
Burning through gold!
Xia Weibao first went to Hongtu to pick up Sister Tong.
Upon seeing her car, Sister Tong almost burst into tears.
Miss, can you be any more conspicuous?
Such a “unique” car out on the road, as if she’d dread not being the center of attention?
What they needed now was to keep a low profile.
So Sister Tong drove her own car, escorting Xia Weibao to the competition venue.
From a distance, they could see the place surrounded by a crowd, holding white banners with big red words that read, “Xia Weibao, get out of the entertainment industry!”
“Resolutely boycott Xia Weibao”
“Bitch Xia deserves to die”
Xia Weibao, “…”
This was too exaggerated.
If she didn’t think someone was orchestrating this behind the scenes, she’d be damned.
“Baby, get down.”
Sister Tong’s anxious voice came through, and Xia Weibao quickly ducked.
“What happened?”
“Some people are looking this way.”
Xia Weibao, “…”
Sister Tong, aren’t you a bit too nervous?
The car drove directly into the underground parking garage, and Sister Tong confirmed there were no ambushes around before taking Xia Weibao up the elevator straight to the resting room.
As they arrived at the door, they could hear a snide voice coming from inside.
“Eh, did you see? There are people outside holding banners boycotting Xia Weibao.
“Just now I saw Xia Weibao’s agent’s car entering the parking lot from the back door.”
“No way, that’s so pitiful, sneaking in through the back door.”
“She deserves it! It’s disgusting how she carries herself; it’s just a pity for Lin Mier, such a talented individual always being suppressed by Xia Weibao. But fortunately, gold will always shine. She’s the hot favorite this time, and the championship is definitely hers.”
“Without Xia Weibao holding her down, she’s bound to soar!”
Just then, Lin Mier emerged from her exclusive makeup room, and everyone crowded around her.
“Oh my god, Mier, you look so beautiful.”
“Yes, truly worthy of the title ‘goddess of period dramas.’ With that white dress, you look incredibly stunning, absolutely breathtaking.”
“Oh my heavens, Mier, I’m falling in love with you…”
Lin Mier was at the zenith of her popularity, and everyone wanted to curry favor with her, showering her with exaggerated praise.
Lin Mier’s smile was modest, neither overbearing nor overly humble, “You all should stop flattering me. Among all the contestants, I’m probably the worst, especially with Senior Xia here.”
“Mier, you’re too modest. How can a rat on the street be compared to you?”
The others joined in disdainfully, “Exactly, Xia Weibao’s current popularity doesn’t even match that of a newcomer; she’s aiming too high without recognizing her own limits!”
As Lin Mier listened to the crowd’s rant against Xia Weibao, her heart swelled with pride.
Her face, however, showed no sign of it, “Everybody, please don’t say such things. Senior Xia was once my role model, and even if she’s fallen now, I still hope she can stand back up.”
“Mier, you’re just too kind-hearted. After the way she treated you, you still speak well of her.”
“Exactly, this time Xia Weibao thinks she can snatch your championship, dancing classical dance in front of you. I was going to die laughing, haha.”
“Mier’s period outfit is incomparable, Xia Weibao must feel inferior…” Drop dead.
The mocking stopped abruptly as they watched Xia Weibao walk in, and everyone had the same thought.
Without comparison there can be no harm…