The living room instantly plunged into dead silence.
The scene before him made Tang Song freeze for a moment, unable to react at first.
The next second.
Bang.
A dull thud rang out.
Secretary Jin suddenly reached out and shoved Su Yu straight down onto the carpet.
Her eyes, always cool and composed, were visibly thrown into disorder now.
She lifted the back of her hand and, almost instinctively, wiped hard across her lips, rubbing a conspicuous red mark into even her fair skin.
"Su Yu." Her voice was low, her face full of fury. "Do you really think I won't deal with you?"
"Haha—" Su Yu propped one hand on the carpet and sat up, her shoulders trembling slightly from holding back laughter. "Excuse me, my neck was just a little stiff, so I moved without thinking. Who knew we'd bump into each other just like that?"
As she spoke, she lifted her head.
In those amber eyes, there was not the slightest apology—only the pleasure of having gotten what she wanted.
"You f—really are sick! Completely unreasonable!" Secretary Jin's face flushed red, and she nearly spat out a curse.
Her chest rose and fell violently, the anger in her eyes growing heavier and heavier.
Su Yu, however, did not care in the slightest.
She simply sat there on the carpet, head tilted up slightly.
Looking at the woman before her, driven by her into completely losing her composure and even cursing, Su Yu felt her entire being fill with an indescribable sense of delight.
After all these years.
She had finally seen it with her own eyes—Jin Meixiao utterly furious and flustered.
This round, she had won cleanly and thoroughly.
The grievance from that slap earlier, along with all the resentment and anger that had accumulated bit by