He Shiyuan had rehearsed this scene countless times in her mind.

She immediately wrapped herself in the blanket, making the broom strike harmless through the thick fabric while leaving Yuan Han exposed to Zhou Yi’s fury. His body quickly became covered in marks from the beating.

He Shiyuan screamed for Zhou Yi to get out while hiding behind Yuan Han.

Zhou Yi’s eyes were bloodshot with rage:

“Who am I? You tell me to get out? Yuan, you tell this woman who I am!”

Yuan Han, exposed and in pain, could only grab a pillow to cover himself.

“Zhou… Zhou Yi… how did you…”

“You want to ask why I’m not in America? If I hadn’t come back suddenly, how could I have caught you in the act!”

Yuan Han, usually so full of sweet talk, was now speechless.

With Zhou Yi suddenly appearing and catching them in the act, he had no defense!

This was the helpless position of a man who lived off women. Some more domineering men might even get angry first when caught by their wives, turning the tables and scolding them for making a scene.

But Yuan Han?

Yuan Han didn’t dare!

His temporary madness instantly cleared.

Being caught by Zhou Yi – did the Zhou family know? How would they deal with him?

Yuan Han dodged the broom while looking toward the door, which Zhou Yi hadn’t even closed. The commotion had naturally attracted other hotel guests – such scenes always drew onlookers. Thank heavens, among the people peering in, there were no Zhou family members!

Only Zhou Yi was here.

Yuan Han’s mind cleared instantly. He fell to his knees and grabbed Zhou Yi’s waist:

“Xiaoyi, I was wrong! I just missed you so much, I wasn’t thinking straight… I’m so sorry, you can beat me to death if it makes you feel better. Xiaoyi, this woman, and I were just playing around, she seduced me!”

Meanwhile, Ye Xiaoqiong was in the hallway.

Xia Xiaolan and Zhou Cheng, feeling awkward about standing in the corridor, were by the neighboring room’s door.

The three exchanged glances.

Ye Xiaoqiong’s face was expressionless. She had been prepared for Yuan Han’s shamelessness, anticipating what he would say and do.

But hearing it still made her sick.

How could someone be so utterly shameless?

Things wouldn’t go as Yuan Han wished, because He Shiyuan was Ye Xiaoqiong’s person.

While Yuan Han was holding Zhou Yi, the couple struggling together, He Shiyuan quickly dressed herself – movements that only a professional could manage so efficiently.

And her acting skills were equally professional, beyond what ordinary women could match.

He Shiyuan walked up to Zhou Yi and slapped her hard twice across the face. The force was so great that Zhou Yi’s hair came undone, her eyes glazed over.

“…You dare to hit me?!”

“Shi… Shiyuan!”

Yuan Han stammered.

He Shiyuan thought to herself, those slaps were for Miss Ye. Despite her stinging palm, she couldn’t contain her anger and, while Zhou Yi was still dazed, delivered several more harsh slaps – these were for herself. This disgusting man was worse than her usual clients. It was all Zhou Yi’s fault that she had to endure this revolting man’s company. What was wrong with giving Zhou Yi a few more slaps?

“Why wouldn’t I dare hit you? Who do you think you are, screaming and threatening me!”

He Shiyuan’s performance was so overbearing that Zhou Yi was momentarily stunned.

Then she suddenly remembered Joan’s reminder to find out He Shiyuan’s identity.

Who was He Shiyuan?

The daughter of Hong Kong’s wealthy He family, a representative of Hong Kong investors in Pengcheng, is naturally haughty and arrogant – why would she fear Zhou Yi?!

He Shiyuan kicked the still-dazed Yuan Han away and grabbed Zhou Yi’s collar, pinning her down:

“What do you think you are?”

“I told you to get out, why didn’t you listen?”

“You dare call me names? Look at yourself! Chasing after any man you see, not caring if they’re married with children… Ha! We’re no different in that regard – what right do you have to judge me?”

“No, I’m better than you – I just take what I need, I never planned to marry this worthless man! If anyone’s beneath contempt, it’s you!”

Zhou Yi was stunned by both the blows and the words.

From childhood until now, who had ever dared to slap her face while berating her like this?

The onlookers began to whisper and point.

“How outrageous, the mistress daring to hit the wife?”

“Yes! Too outrageous!”

Two concerned onlookers tried to step in to help Zhou Yi, but He Shiyuan spat contemptuously:

“What kind of wife is she? She stole this man from another woman herself. What she could do, I can do too!”

The onlookers were confused.

This was an unexpected development.

Zhou Yi was disheveled and utterly humiliated, her face bruised, and tears in her eyes. He Shiyuan had struck her vulnerable spot.

“You’re lying! Yuan Han and his ex-wife had no feelings left, they were divorced before we got together officially. You’re just a mistress – we have a marriage certificate!”

He Shiyuan spat in her face: “You look human enough, but say such shameless things. Do you even believe yourself?”

She dragged Zhou Yi in front of the exposed Yuan Han.

“Look carefully at this man. He had no feelings for his ex-wife but has feelings for you, is that right? If he has feelings for you, why is he in my bed? What are feelings worth? I just thought his looks weren’t bad, and wanted to play around – do you think I care about this waste of space? I just hired him like a prostitute, and paid him properly, understand? I’m the customer – is this how you treat your husband’s customers?”

Zhou Yi’s blood ran cold.

She was completely frozen.

She had once treasured Yuan Han.

Tall, handsome, and gentle Yuan Han had been the man who made her heart flutter.

She had rejected suitable matches arranged by her family, causing such an uproar to marry him… He Shiyuan was degrading Yuan Han, calling him nothing but a male prostitute – so what did that make Zhou Yi, who had married such a man?

Physically, Zhou Yi had no strength left to fight back.

Mentally, He Shiyuan had destroyed her defenses.

Without true capability, one could never have real confidence. Zhou Yi had only dared to act as she did because she relied on her family background, knowing someone would clean up her messes.

Suddenly faced with this daughter of a Hong Kong merchant who showed such arrogant disregard for Zhou Yi’s family status, degrading her to worthlessness, Zhou Yi didn’t know how to respond.

Had Zhou Yi never doubted why Yuan Han divorced his ex-wife?

No, she had doubted.

But would a woman in the throes of love investigate deeply?

She had even felt secretly triumphant – whatever happened with the ex-wife, she was the final winner. She wanted Yuan Han and got him – this was the treatment Miss Zhou deserved. But now, He Shiyuan, wearing her false identity, could lecture her, humiliate her, and beat her when Zhou Yi had no support.

The treatment Miss Zhou thought she deserved meant nothing to He Shiyuan!