Chapter 144: Ill Intentions

Trouble has arrived.

That was Lu Yao’s first reaction upon seeing the woman.

She glanced at Fang Xiaoya.

Fang Xiaoya spoke with a tremble: "She is Song Yanqing’s older sister, Song Yanfei."

"So, it’s Ms. Song." Lu Yao scrutinized Song Yanfei with a cold gaze, her tone indifferent. "However, I must ask you to mind your tongue. My client’s name is Fang Xiaoya, not 'little bitch.' Of course, if you insist on using such a vulgar term, we cannot stop you. But I will report it to the judge, as it perfectly illustrates the lack of breeding that the Song family is known for. Perhaps the judge will revise his elevated impression of the Song family accordingly."

Song Yanfei was incensed by Lu Yao’s attitude.

She raised her hand, intending to strike Lu Yao across the face. Lu Yao dodged to the side, her eyes meeting Song Yanfei’s murderous glare with cold detachment as she let out a soft laugh: "Ms. Song, I think it is necessary to remind you. The last person who tried to slap me ended up paying me one billion. Are you certain you want to resort to violence against me?"

Song Yanfei’s face turned livid with rage. She stiffly retracted her hand and hissed, "You really are shameless!"

Lu Yao maintained her smile, her tone level: "Shamelessness is something one can afford to indulge in temporarily. After all, earning a billion from a single slap—that is not an opportunity that comes around often."

She then turned to Fang Xiaoya and smiled: "Xiaoya, please help me keep track as well. When we get to court, we will settle the score properly with this Ms. Song. For every time she calls you a 'little bitch,' I will petition the judge for ten million in compensation."

Fang Xiaoya stood frozen, only managing a faint nod after a long moment.

Song Yanfei shot a sidelong glance at Lu Yao and scoffed disdainfully: "Do you think you own the courthouse? You think you can just demand a million whenever you please?"

"Of course I don't own the courthouse, nor is it a matter of me simply demanding a million." Lu Yao stepped forward, leaning in close to Song Yanfei’s ear, and smiled. "However, I have a hundred ways to ensure the judge rules in my favor."

Song Yanfei was so furious she couldn't utter a word. She simply stood there, biting her lip, glaring at Lu Yao.

After a long time, she regained the haughty demeanor of a noblewoman. She lifted her chin, looked down at Lu Yao, and said arrogantly, "You lawyers are naturally glib. I may not be able to out-talk you, but I have plenty of ways to ensure you can no longer survive in the capital."

"Meng Long, come in!"

At Song Yanfei’s command, a bodyguard standing six-foot-five walked into the room.

He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at Lu Yao with a sinister gaze. His thick, muscular arms looked like ticking time bombs, as if he could lift Lu Yao up and toss her out at any moment.

Lu Yao subconsciously touched her own slender arm.

"Meng Long, take care of this wretched woman for me! Just looking at her makes me incredibly irritated," Song Yanfei said, glaring at Lu Yao with visible impatience.

Meng Long cracked his neck and loosened his shoulders. He interlocked his fingers and rotated his wrists, the sound of his knuckles popping echoing through the silent interrogation room like a death knell.

He took a step toward Lu Yao. With every step he closed the distance, Lu Yao felt oppressed by such intense killing intent that she stepped back, until she was pressed against the corner, with nowhere left to retreat.

Lu Yao frowned, reminding them with poise: "This is a police station. You cannot act recklessly. There are surveillance cameras everywhere in this room. If you dare to..."

Suddenly, Meng Long raised his fist and swung it violently toward Lu Yao’s face.

Lu Yao tried to back away, but there was no room left. Seeing the fist descending, she squeezed her eyes shut in terror.