Chapter 14 Humiliation On The Spot Almost Took Her Life!
- “Tang Jing, I never expected you to stoop so low!”
- Bo Cheng was incensed when he pushed Tang Jing and pressed her against the female washroom’s wall. His breathing was labored and his eyes were spitting fire—he was furious.
- “You brought me here to have drinks with your client, but didn't you expect him to take advantage of me?”
- Tang Jing smiled, eyes narrowing. “Did you not want to see me being humiliated? What is it now? Are you upset because you didn't get to see that?”
- Bo Cheng shoved her against the wall and closed in on her. He stared at her with his pitch black eyes for a long time before bending down and kissing her passionately.
- Tang Jing struggled wildly, and at that moment, someone entered the washroom. Bo Cheng chuckled quietly. “Call for help. Go on. Let the people outside see you like this!”
- Jerk!
- Tang Jing shot daggers at Bo Cheng, and her eyes reddened. “Why are you doing this to me?”
- Bo Cheng didn’t answer her, but instead, he bent down again and kissed her violently. She tasted surprisingly good now, as he remembered when she was still his wife five years ago, he took making love to her as a chore. Although he didn’t love this woman, she had a gorgeous body, which was why he didn’t find her boring—
- However, he never expected her to get pregnant and give birth to his son.
- Memories flashed through his mind, and he suddenly thought of something.
- Five years ago, when An Qing passed away, was Tang Jing also pregnant at the time?
- But she didn’t say anything then, so I didn’t know. I pushed her onto An Qing’s grave and kicked her, and I even sent her to prison, driving her insane…
- Bo Cheng’s body shook violently. For the child to have survived all that… It's really not an easy task.
- At that time, Tang Jing might not even have had the will to keep herself alive. How hopeless she must have felt to be pregnant in jail?
- Tang Jing shoved him hard, but the crowd outside was gone by then. No one noticed that there were two people locked in the last cubicle of the female washroom. Tang Jing’s eyes were red when she asked Bo Cheng, sobbing, “Why are you doing this to me?”
- Why do you treat me like a toy? You come to me when you feel like it and you humiliate me when you’ve lost interest!
- Bo Cheng, you’ve hurt me so much for the past five years. Isn't that enough?!
- I’ve paid such a terrible price, but why can’t I escape from you?
- Bo Cheng didn’t respond, but his pupils constricted when he looked at the agonized Tang Jing, and he seemed to feel her pain as well.
- Tang Jing pushed him away, her shoulders still shaking when she tidied herself up. She wiped her lips hard—the lipstick was long gone after the rough kiss, but the moment she rubbed them, they turned raw red.
- Bo Cheng thought that he must be drunk or going mad. Now that Tang Jing is back after five years, why am I having second thoughts about her?
- Tang Jing exited the washroom with her hands over her face, and he heard her sobbing as she left. Bo Cheng stood in the female washroom for quite a while before leaving with a sour expression.
- He bumped into a group of women just as he was leaving the washroom.
- “Damn. This is the ladies’ room, right?”
- Those women must have had a lot to drink as they turned around to check the sign before looking back at Bo Cheng, who was walking out. “Damn, such a handsome man, but why is he in the female washroom?”
- “Stop it, stop it. He might be one of those creeps…”
- “My, my. That's unexpected. He looks so clean-cut, but who would've thought he’s the kind who likes to lurk in the ladies' room…”
- The group of women glanced back at Bo Cheng but didn’t dare comment too loudly, seeing that he had an air of mystery about him.
- …
- When Tang Jing returned, Fu Xuan acted as if he had waited for her for a long time in the private room. When he saw that she was back, he embraced her smilingly with such casualness as though they were old lovers. When Bo Cheng, who came back much later, witnessed what was happening, he squinted his eyes in silence.
- What is happening? The moment he saw another man touching what belonged to him... he felt an unexplainable feeling of agitation.
- Trying to shake the feeling off, Bo Cheng came back with a neutral expression. Fu Xuan, on the other hand, was laughing with his head resting on Tang Jing’s shoulder, looking especially delighted to have a beautiful woman in his arms.
- Fu Xuan got closer to ask Tang Jing’s name and laughed softly into her ear. “You seem to have a special relationship with Cheng.”
- Tang Jing’s body shuddered. How could he tell? However, she did not admit it and smiled sweetly instead. “How’s that possible, Young Master Fu? Why would you say that?”
- Fu Xuan hugged her while explaining, “That’s because when you went out just now, Cheng left too…”
- Such a keen observation! It seems that these people aren’t fools, after all. She came here with Bo Cheng, so they must have guessed that she is somehow associated with him, and besides, he even went to the washroom right after her…
- No wonder Fu Xuan was suspicious.
- Tang Jing didn’t say much. She lowered her eyes and replied after a long pause, “Young Master Fu, do you really want to know who I am?”
- Fu Xuan noticed her solemn expression and was a little stunned. “Hmm… What is it with you?”
- Tang Jing started laughing, and her laughter was breathtaking.
- Five years ago, she was the dream lover of every man in A City. She had a pair of magnificent eyes and a proud, graceful temperament. Five years later, this precious pearl was tainted by the conventions in this world and became every man’s heartbreak!
- Tang Jing got closer to his ear and spoke in a gentle tone, as if speaking to a lover. “Young Master Fu… I am Tang Jing.”
- A City had only one Tang Jing from the very beginning, and she was the Young Miss Tang!
- Fu Xuan’s expression changed abruptly, and his eyes widened as if he couldn’t believe what she just said. His handsome face scrunched in disbelief as he stared unblinkingly at Tang Jing’s face, as though he’s trying to stare into her soul—
- Unfortunately, Tang Jing had lost her soul long ago.
- She laughed and leaned on his shoulder. “Do you find it unbelievable? That’s right. I am Tang Jing, the Young Miss Tang, whom all of you regarded as a murderer… I am Bo Cheng’s ex-wife.”
- The moment the truth was revealed, shock engulfed him.
- Fu Xuan’s arm that was around her started trembling. “A-Are you joking?”
- “What’s there to joke about?”
- Tang Jing became distant suddenly and left his embrace. She then poured herself a glass of wine and smiled charmingly. “You don’t know me, but don’t you recognize my face? Young Master Fu, when we shared the same social circle five years ago, I’ve often heard about you.”
- Five years ago… She was in prison for five years.
- Fu Xuan’s breathing became rapid. If another divorced woman who had been to prison treated me this way, I wouldn’t be in the least bit interested. Who would want such a tainted woman?
- But the person in front of me is Tang Jing, the Young Miss from an affluent family who shook the upper class society five years ago!
- Fu Xuan looked at her, and his throat became dry as a bone without him knowing the reason.
- “Why did Cheng… ask you over to entertain me?”
- If this is true, then Tang Jing is Bo Cheng’s ex-wife, but why did Bo Cheng ask his ex-wife over… to be involved in such things?
- Tang Jing beamed at him before blinking her eyes. “Since we’re divorced, you don’t have to think of me as being related to Bo Cheng in any way.”
- That is right. I was no one to Bo Cheng from the beginning. Be it five years ago or even right now, I have no place in his heart.
- Just as they were chatting, Bo Cheng came forward suddenly and flung Tang Jing over his shoulders under the cries of the crowd present.
- Tang Jing was shocked by his actions and shivered in fear, and she started hammering his back with her fists. “What are you doing?! Put me down!”
- Bo Cheng laughed humorlessly. “Put you down? To continue watching you flirt with another man?”
- Everyone was astounded by Bo Cheng’s actions. Fu Xuan, who was still on the couch, saw Bo Cheng pick Tang Jing up just like that and he stuttered, “M-My friend… L-Let’s talk about this!”
- “Young Master Fu, excuse me, but she is mine today. I’ll schedule an appointment with you another day!”
- Fu Xuan squeezed his wine glass as he screamed, “Cheng, you’re not a man! You bought her over for me, but now you're having her all to yourself!”
- Tang Jing’s cheek blushed a deep red because he did this clearly to humiliate her in front of these people. She tried to steady her trembling voice and demanded, “Bo Cheng, let me go!”
- “What if I say no?”
- “You’ve had too much to drink!”
- “Yes, I’ve had too much to drink!”
- Ignoring the rest of the room, who had their eyes glued on them as if watching a drama unfold, Bo Cheng carried Tang Jing out on his shoulder, and she got dizzier. “Let me go! Jerk! Scumbag! Go to hell!”
- “Your scolding is pretty good, and you definitely have a flair in language. Ivy League graduates are armed with a vast range of vocabulary, indeed!”
- “You wanted me to entertain your client with drinks, but now you’re regretting it?” Tang Jing screamed on top of her lungs. “If you have it in you, then let someone else take me home! Useless piece of trash! You scum! I went to prison for five years because of you! What else do you f*cking want from me?!”
- Everyone’s expression froze in place the moment she said that.
- Tang Jing's words about her having spent five years in prison landed in everyone's ears, and they stopped what they were doing, their eyes focusing on the two of them. Suddenly, everyone recalled who she was.
- The talented, beautiful Young Miss Tang—Tang Jing!
- Tang Jing, the murderer who went to jail five years ago!
- All of a sudden, Tang Jing burst out laughing, and her tears came streaming down, blurring her eyesight. She didn’t want to cry, but it was out of her control. Fate was a horrible thing—just when you thought you had escaped it, it would come at you with a vengeance to remind you that you could never escape the haunting past.
- Bo Cheng put Tang Jing down and held her in his arms. He then pressed her against the wall and lifted her chin up in front of everyone. “You’re feeling wronged, huh?”
- Tang Jing beamed from ear to ear, her voice sharp and filled with resentment and hopelessness. “Wronged? Why should I feel wronged?! I deserve it, and I brought this on myself!”
- Bo Cheng couldn’t stand Tang Jing’s tone and squeezed her throat forcefully when someone at the back shouted, “Young Master Bo… d-don’t do that!”
- Fu Xuan was utterly shocked by all of this and he yelled loudly from behind, “Cheng! You need to calm down!”
- Jiang Xie started making a phone call. “Bo Cheng’s had too much to drink… Send some people over immediately.”
- Under his restraint, Tang Jing was having difficulty breathing before she finally closed her eyes and fainted in his arms.
- “Oh my god! She’s… dead!”
- Bo Cheng’s hand quivered, and he withdrew his arm. How’s that possible? Did I choke her to death? That’s impossible!
- I… I just got so angry, and that’s why I humiliated her in front of everyone, but I never wanted to kill her…
- Before she passed out, her vision started swirling around before it was engulfed into complete darkness. Tang Jing heard some commotion and loud shrieks around her, but all that was gradually… gradually dying away.