Smack—!
The crisp sound of a slap shattered the silence in the elevator.
Cheng Yan's head jerked to the side from the force of the blow.
She froze for a moment, only snapping back to reality when the fiery sting spread across her face.
Covering her cheek, she looked up and screeched in disbelief at Cheng Jinyan: "You hit me?!"
"Cheng Jinyan! You hit me for that bitch?!"
Cheng Yan's nails-on-a-chalkboard shriek pierced Cheng Jinyan's eardrums like needles.
His face tightened in discomfort, a trace of bewilderment flickering deep in his eyes.
For Ruan Qi—to slap Cheng Yan in public—was something Cheng Jinyan himself hadn't foreseen.
When Cheng Yan venomously claimed that he had slept with Ruan Qi, his emotions didn't spare him much confusion. All he felt was a surge of anger unlike anything he'd experienced in the past twenty years.
This anger was uncontrollable. Perhaps he didn't even want to control it.
At that moment, he even had the impulse to kill Cheng Yan.
