C73 Wen Shixing This Bastard!

Ms. Mei sent Wen Shixing abroad to study, but instead of enrolling him in a prestigious French university, she chose a lesser-known institution that even the locals avoided. Her decision was strategic; she feared that if Wen attended a renowned school, he might become too independent and difficult to control, not to mention the higher costs involved. To ensure her plan went smoothly, she assigned one of her associates to accompany him.

Ms. Mei was cautious, worried that Wen might take the opportunity to escape while she was distracted. In those turbulent times, finding someone who had disappeared was both time-consuming and expensive, and she wasn’t willing to take that risk.

So, Wen Shixing did go abroad, but it was to a second-rate university in France. However, he didn’t stay long. Less than a year later, he vanished. Wen had been planning his escape for a while, but he lacked the funds to do so. He had convinced Ms. Mei to send him abroad under the pretense of gaining experience and capital.

Once in France, Wen discovered the university’s poor reputation, which infuriated him. He realized that upon returning home, his degree would be worthless to anyone knowledgeable, limiting his prospects to deceiving wealthy socialites. The chance to reinvent himself using the university’s name was a lost cause.

His resentment towards Ms. Mei grew, despite her past generosity when he was struggling. The saying “a favor of a bowl of rice can lead to a grudge over a bushel” perfectly described Wen’s betrayal.

Wen managed to escape, leaving behind the associate Ms. Mei had sent to watch over him. He traveled north to the Feng’s Three Provinces area. Reinventing himself with a fake diploma and connections with some local gang members, he boldly secured a position at a prestigious girls’ school in Haicheng, posing as a returning scholar from France.

Wen Shixing became a vocal teacher because, during his time at a less-than-reputable French university, he curried favor with a down-and-out French nobleman. He genuinely learned some vocal techniques from this nobleman. Although not an expert, Wen Shixing had a knack for picking up just enough to fool people back home. As long as he didn't encounter a true expert, his facade remained intact.

His decision to teach at a school was calculated. After all, real academic elites wouldn't waste their time competing with him in a teaching environment. Wen Shixing might be a scoundrel, but he was a scoundrel with a certain level of deceptive skill.

"This scumbag not only fooled me in the past but also won my sister's heart..." Ye Yuvyuv's eyes flashed with determination as she murmured, "Wen Shixing, this time around, I'll make sure you experience a fate worse than death."

Blood trickled from the palm of her hand where she had clenched it too tightly, but she seemed unfazed by the pain, her breath cold and fierce. She had discovered that Wen Shixing might have been involved in the Second Concubine's plot against her that night. Regardless of his involvement, she wouldn't let him off the hook.

Consumed by hatred, Ye Yuvyuv didn't sleep a wink that night. It wasn't until daylight broke that she finally stirred. The morning light filtered through the sky-blue curtains, and she leaped out of bed, her eyes gleaming with an unusual clarity.

She had spent the entire night plotting how to deal with Wen Shixing. The thought of grabbing a knife and ending him crossed her mind. But she realized that simply killing him wouldn't satisfy her deep-seated resentment—after all, he was the source of the Ye family's troubles.

She imagined inflicting pain upon him, making him suffer to the point where he wished for death but couldn't find it—yet even that seemed too lenient for such a scoundrel.

As the first rays of the early morning sun streamed in, a bright idea suddenly struck Yuvyuv. She had figured out how to deal with that despicable person. Her plan was to use him first, and once he was no longer needed, she would strike hard. She wanted him to experience the despair of being used and then discarded, thrown into a hellish abyss with no hope of escape.

A cold, cruel smile played on Yuvyuv's lips. It was a smile that was both stunningly beautiful and chillingly cold. Despite not having slept all night, she felt invigorated, perhaps fueled by the excitement of having devised a way to torment the scoundrel.

After a quick wash, she decided against putting on makeup. At eighteen, she was in the prime of her youth, naturally beautiful without any need for enhancement. If she did wear makeup, she was sure to attract envious remarks. But Yuvyuv wasn't afraid of being called names; she simply couldn't be bothered with the effort. She had returned with a purpose, with no time to waste on such trivialities. Besides, she had never been particularly interested in makeup in her previous life. Her natural beauty was something she couldn't easily dismiss.

Standing in front of her wardrobe, she casually picked out a pink blouse, a fitted plaid vest, and a pair of tailored breeches, completing the look with her usual leather boots. She glanced in the mirror, raising an eyebrow at her reflection. There was a certain boldness and elegance to her appearance—a strikingly handsome young woman.

Yuvyuv was pleased, spinning around with a satisfied smile. She grabbed the two Browning pistols hidden under her pillow and tucked them securely on her person.

Well, since that jerk Huo Lingxiao decided to count these two guns as part of the debt she owes him, she figured she might as well keep them. She had been wondering where she could get her hands on these new-style guns that only high-ranking military officials usually have.

Ye Yuvyuv raised an eyebrow, her dark hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, as she walked out of the room looking sharp and vibrant, ready to head downstairs for breakfast. She had some important errands to run and needed to leave early.

As she left her room, she casually grabbed a banknote worth a thousand dollars. It was part of her mother's dowry money she had asked from her older sister, and today it would come in handy. In these times, you might not have much, but you should never be without some cash. Forgetting anything else is fine, but never forget to carry a gun for protection. You never know when someone might jump out in an alley wanting to harm you.

Money can avert disaster, and a gun can save your life. Ye Yuvyuv thought that made perfect sense.

She shook her head slightly, her steps light as she headed down the stairs, when suddenly her older sister's stern voice called from behind, "Yuvyuv, hold on a second. I need to ask you something."

Hearing her sister's voice, Ye Yuvyuv immediately remembered the lie she had told her the day before. And how, before leaving, she had instructed their servant Shunzi to keep an eye on her sister and not let her leave the house.