Supreme Heir Son-in-law

Chapter 907 - 906: A Big Shot

The woman covered the half of her face that had just been slapped with one hand, pointing at the man’s nose with the other, eyes filled with disbelief, "What do you take me for? Do you think I’m here to sell myself?"

"Aren’t you?"

"Like hell I am!" The woman couldn’t believe someone would think of her like that, and on top of being slapped in public, her dignity was being insulted. She had never suffered such a loss growing up, and she couldn’t tolerate it. Immediately, she reached out, her sharp nails aiming for his face.

"Sell! I think you’re the one out selling, your whole family is! What made you think I was selling myself? And you dare hit me? My dad never laid a hand on me, who do you think you are?! Is it my fault I’m pretty? Is it my fault I dress nicely? What era did you crawl out from, daring to slander me like this? I don’t think you want to stick around here!"

The woman continued to scratch at his exposed skin while loudly speaking.

The man hadn’t expected the woman to fight back, so he wasn’t well-prepared. She managed to scratch him a few times, but he quickly reacted and started to retaliate.

There’s always a physical strength gap between men and women. Although the man appeared portly and sluggish, it didn’t mean he lacked strength. To him, the woman’s attack was merely embarrassing, causing no real pain.

He quickly grabbed her hand, raising his own high with an angry face, as if only slapping the woman again could appease his anger.

She saw the slap about to land, even closing her eyes in preparation, but the hit never came.

She quietly opened her eyes to see Xu Ke’s broad back and straight posture.

"Sorry, sir, fighting is not allowed in Shenghao," Xu Ke’s voice rang out. Though smiling, his expression was ice-cold, fingers gripping the man’s wrist, forcing him to release the woman’s hand.

The woman, who had been bravely fighting back against the man, found immense security in Xu Ke standing before her like a towering mountain, causing the tears she had held back to cascade down.

"He slapped me, my face hurts so much." She softly clutched Xu Ke’s shirt, voice full of grievance, trembling with a nasal tone. Like a newborn kitten pawing at the chest, it made everyone witnessing or hearing this want to comfort her.

"So what if I hit you? You’re just a filthy whore; hitting you dirties my hands!" The man, hand still gripped by Xu Ke, was in intense pain yet stubbornly refused to show it, continuing to insult the woman—utterly shameless.

The woman’s body shook with anger hearing his words. Onlookers thought she looked utterly weak and pitiable, while the man seemed overly aggressive, unfairly bullying a girl, lacking any gentlemanly demeanor. However, due to status differences, they only dared to silently despise him, not daring to stand up like Xu Ke.

After yelling at the woman, the man turned his ire to Xu Ke, "Who do you think you are?" He saw the badge on Xu Ke’s chest; shame burned him as an executive being bullied by a mere lobby manager—a disgrace if word got out.

Enduring the pain in his wrist, he forcibly composed himself, loudly saying, "You’re the lobby manager, right? Do you know who I am? You dare lay hands on me? Believe it or not, one word from me and you’d lose your job. If you don’t want to be unemployed, let go of me now."

His voice was exceptionally loud, perhaps due to pain or wanting to display dominance, startling the woman behind Xu Ke with its suddenness.

"What if I don’t let go? From today, he’s under my protection. Let’s see what you can do about it!" She stepped from behind Xu Ke, her face swollen and red, staring at the man.

"Big words for someone so young. Do you know who I am, daring to speak to me like this!" His color worsened, feeling disrespected by someone he looked down on.

"I’m Niu Zhicheng." He lifted his head, nostrils flared, speaking loudly.

"Oh, is that impressive? My surname is He." She coldly sneered, then stated without emotion.

Many bore the surname He in Ning City, but only one family mattered.

After announcing her surname, she looked at him, waiting for an apology or for him to kneel, but nothing she imagined happened. Instead, he laughed at her, full of ridicule.

"Surnamed He? I’ve met all the He family’s ladies, but I’ve never seen your face. When lying, consider your setting and audience. Do you think I’ve never attended a He family banquet?" He stopped smiling, his gaze filled with disdain and mockery.

His scorn infuriated her further, and people around seemed convinced by his words, the sympathy for her turning to disdain for what they saw as a baseless claim, aligning with disliked behavior.

Seeing nobody believe her, she bit her lip and loudly declared, "My brother’s in a suite upstairs; if you don’t believe me, call him down to see if I’m not one of the He family’s daughters."

"Lie with caution. Aren’t you aware that He family’s young master went abroad to the U.S.? Supposedly returning next month." His gaze turned even more mocking.

Even onlookers, seeing her persist in her lies without contrition, found her increasingly distasteful. One voiced their impatience, "Stop lying, there’s no point. It’ll only further embarrass you."