Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 608: Lu Yingxue Might Have Her Face Ruined

"Ah!"

The banquet hall erupted with sharp, piercing screams.

"Murder! Xiang Mingzhu committed murder!"

"Where are the bodyguards? How could they let her carry a weapon? Everyone disperse quickly!"

The guests panicked, scattering in all directions, while others stayed aside to watch the bodyguards rush in and fiercely restrain Xiang Mingzhu.

Xiang Mingzhu’s hands were still stained with blood, and she laughed maniacally: "Lu Yingxue, let’s see how smug you can be now! Can’t kill you, but your face is definitely ruined! I’ve wanted to do this for so long!"

"So what if you set up security checks at the entrance? The kitchen has plenty of knives! You stole Zhong Yi away from me, and now you come flaunting it in front of me!"

"Let’s see how smug you can be! Zhong Yi slept with another woman, your face is ruined too! Everything you and the Lu Family inflicted upon me, I will return tenfold! You deserve this; there’s not a single good person in the Lu Family!"

"Years ago, Lu Bannong did to my mother..."

Lu Yingxue, hearing about the past, shouted furiously: "Shut her mouth for me!"

No word about those past events could leak out. Xiang Mingzhu must have gone insane!

Before Xiang Mingzhu could finish her sentence, the bodyguards gagged her.

"Mmph... mmph..."

She struggled desperately but couldn’t utter another word.

Zhao Chang stood to the side in a panic and waved his hands frantically, saying, "This is none of my business! This is all on Miss Lu, her actions alone. Don’t take it out on me. That woman is insane, probably mentally unstable."

Lu Yingxue’s beautiful face now bore a deep, outward-turned wound. Blood dripped down her jawline onto her snow-white gown, blooming like crimson plum blossoms.

She clutched her aching right cheek, her heart consumed by the urge to kill Xiang Mingzhu.

She was trained in medicine.

She naturally understood the consequences of such a wound—likely irreparable. Even with cosmetic medical interventions, it could never be restored to flawless smoothness.

Her looks had never been stunning to begin with; it was all cultivated by careful grooming and a unique elegance that made her stand out in Imperial Capital, fresh and extraordinary.

"Take her away. Don’t let her harm anyone again." Lu Yingxue’s tone was icy cold.

She would make Xiang Mingzhu suffer a fate worse than death to avenge her ruined face.

"Understood, Miss Lu."

The bodyguards dragged Xiang Mingzhu away.

The other guests didn’t dare speak loudly, only casting curious and sympathetic glances at Lu Yingxue and whispering among themselves.

"What kind of deep-seated hatred could exist between these two cousins? It seems the Lu Family and Xiang Family aren’t as harmonious as we thought."

"I heard Xiang Mingzhu likes Young Master Zhong. She must have been forced into a relationship with Zhao Chang. Zhao Chang, after all, is the largest herbal medicine merchant in the Southwest..."

Smart people could infer the rest from this point.

This was likely an exchange between the Lu Family and Zhao Chang. But could Lu Bannong really have done something like that?

The reputation of the Lu father and daughter was impeccable, revered as saints in Imperial Capital.

The vast majority didn’t believe such rumors and defended the Lu Family. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"Miss Lu is the ’Hua Tuo of Imperial Capital,’ treating so many people for free. Clearly, it’s Xiang Mingzhu who is venomous and jealous!"

"Xiang Mingzhu has gone completely mad! She’s always been like this—born wicked!"

"Do you think Miss Lu is permanently disfigured now?"

Their eyes lingered on Lu Yingxue’s blood-soaked appearance.

Lu Yingxue bit her lip, anger surging in her heart.

"Excuse me, I need to tend to my wound."

"Go ahead, Miss Lu."

"Miss Lu, we understand."

Lu Yingxue nodded slightly, then hurriedly exited the Ancient Castle Hotel, accompanied by Lu Bannong. If even Lu Bannong couldn’t heal her face, then no one in Imperial Capital would be able to.

Though Master Huang’s Gold Needle Technique wasn’t specialized in this area, it wouldn’t be much help.

The Zhong and Lu Families’ engagement banquet tonight was truly thrilling—plenty of gossip to fuel Imperial Capital’s chatter.

Still, no one could shake the Zhong Family’s position as the top household in Imperial Capital. As long as Old Master Zhong, their Trident of the Seas, remained alive, the Zhong Family would flourish.

He was the king of a bygone era, his authority extending into the new age.

Sitting on the second-floor couch, Qiao Xi’s eyes churned with complex emotions as she witnessed the entire scene earlier.

Lu Yingxue deserved this!

She had pushed Xiang Mingzhu too far, constantly provoked and flaunted.

It was no wonder Xiang Mingzhu acted recklessly at the engagement banquet to ruin her face, making her suffer!

Just as Qiao Xi was about to withdraw her gaze, she spotted Zhong Yi downstairs in the banquet hall.

He had changed into a fresh suit, and his appearance was like a noble prince straight out of a manga, overshadowing the majority of Imperial Capital’s young elite, standing head and shoulders above them.

He was mingling with guests, already beginning to see them off.

It seemed Imperial Capital wouldn’t rest tonight—Lu Yingxue disfigured, Zhong Yi drugged. Chaos everywhere.

Qiao Xi stared at him from afar, a flicker of something unusual passing through her eyes.

But she quickly regained composure.

She had drunk quite a bit of champagne, her cheeks slightly red. The alcohol made her simultaneously calm and impulsive. That burst of emotion in her heart, teetering on the edge of overflowing, was tightly reined in by reason.

After marrying Huo Xingzhou, the skill she had mastered fastest was suppressing emotions, making sure no one could read her hand.

At this moment, no one could guess the storm raging in her mind.

"Old Chen."

Qiao Xi’s voice was soft and husky.

"Yes, Young Madam, do you have any instructions?" Old Chen immediately asked upon hearing her.

"We should leave. Find out when Xingzhou wants to go."

"Understood."

Old Chen immediately retrieved his phone to inquire. By coincidence, Huo Xingzhou descended from the staircase. Old Chen ended the call and respectfully announced, "Young Master."

"Hmm."

Huo Xingzhou’s tall frame carried an air of authority in his tailored suit.

He was like a concealed sword, his muscles hidden beneath the formal attire. His expressionless eyes gave the impression of an emotionless deity.

"Young Master, Young Madam may have drunk a bit too much tonight. The servants here were quite perceptive—whenever her glass was empty, they refilled it immediately. I think Young Madam may have been frightened by tonight’s events, which is why she drank alone in a daze. If Miss Guan hadn’t noticed something was wrong in time, Young Madam might’ve ended up in irreparable trouble."

Old Chen was openly defending Qiao Xi.

He worried about lingering tension between the couple after tonight’s events, and feared Huo Xingzhou might misconstrue Qiao Xi’s reasons for drinking.

Others might not know, but as Huo Xingzhou’s trusted aide, Old Chen was well aware of Zhong Yi’s nature. The clever, unpredictable machinations of Imperial Capital’s elite were truly insidious.

It had been far too close!

"Understood." Huo Xingzhou responded coldly.

He walked over to Qiao Xi, bent down, and gently patted her shoulder.

"Qiao Xi, let’s go home."

Qiao Xi nodded and slowly rose to her feet, swaying slightly before being steadied by the man’s hand.

Qiao Xi leaned against his chest, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

His faint, clean fragrance filled her senses, more alluring than the champagne at the banquet.

Her eyes suddenly welled up with tears, but she forced them back down.