SFS Chapter 35 Smashing Things
Chapter 35 Smashing Things
Chapter Thirty-Five: Smashing Things
Yue Yirou rushed over, wanting to tear Yan Ye to pieces. Xue Tao hurriedly gave a signal to the maids around him, and the maids immediately rushed up to stop Yue Yirou.
"Miss Yue, please calm down. If you fight the young master, you will only suffer the consequences."
"Miss Yue, you are too weak. Why don't you go and eat something to replenish your strength and nutrition?"
"Yes, Miss Yue, after you finish eating, go soak in the hot spring, then go back to your room and get a good night's sleep. When you wake up, you'll find that Xingye Pavilion is even more wonderful than you imagined, and you'll fall in love with this place."
"Enough!" Yue Yirou roared, clutching her head. "You're Yan Ye's people, get out of here, all of you get out of here!"
They were all Yan Ye's people; no one would truly care about her or sympathize with her. She didn't want anyone's pretense.
The maids glanced at Yan Ye and then at Xue Tao, before finally releasing Yue Yirou and returning to their respective positions.
The air in the entire hall seemed to stand still. After a few seconds of silence, a deep, magnetic voice rang out: "Xue Tao, prepare lunch."
"Yes, Master."
Xue Tao was about to turn and leave when Yan Ye said again, "Give me more blood-replenishing medicine."
Everyone's breath hitched.
Yue Yirou's originally pale face flushed slightly after hearing those words.
Shameless!
A strange feeling flashed through her mind, but after remembering his words that he hadn't had enough, that feeling was instantly replaced by anger.
He didn't care about her; he just wanted her to recover quickly so he could have his fun.
She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh, and her chest heaved violently with extreme anger.
Yan Ye saw this and his throat tightened. He forced himself to look away.
Lunch was already prepared and just waiting to be placed on the table. In less than two minutes, Xue Tao ran over and respectfully reported, "Young Master, lunch is ready. Most of it is blood-nourishing." He specifically chose blood-nourishing dishes.
"Hmm." Yan Ye nodded in satisfaction.
Yue Yirou remained standing there, glaring angrily at Yan Ye through gritted teeth, as if brewing a storm.
Yan Ye forced himself not to look at Yue Yirou's heaving chest, moved to her side, and reached out to take her hand: "Yirou, be good, let's go get something to eat first."
"Go away!"
Yue Yirou forcefully pushed away Yan Ye's outstretched hand, her chest heaving, her emotions extremely agitated.
She didn't want him to touch her anymore.
Yan Ye's expression was very displeased, and his hands clenched slightly.
Are you trying to force him to use force again?
Suddenly, with a loud "bang," a priceless antique vase shattered.
Immediately afterwards, there were several more loud thuds as things were smashed to the ground.
Everyone held their breath, watching the slender woman who suddenly started smashing things like a madwoman with a mixture of admiration and worry.
Yue Yirou, with a cold face, ignored the gazes of the people around her, and even the man, and smashed things frantically.
She couldn't tear Yan Ye apart, hitting him hurt her hands, and he threatened her so she wouldn't dare to commit suicide. So she decided to smash up his Starry Night Pavilion.
Everything here is priceless; she couldn't believe he wouldn't feel bad about it.
Ideally, he would kill her in a fit of rage, thus ending her humiliating and miserable fate of being forced into becoming his plaything.
With another "bang," a delicate little teapot was smashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Then, with a "rip," a world-famous painting was torn to pieces.
Yan Ye's gaze remained fixed on the woman smashing things in the hall. He didn't care what she smashed; he only cared whether any of the shards had cut her. He was also worried that she might suddenly grab a shard from the ground and slash herself at it.
After watching her intently for a while, he understood her purpose, and while feeling a pang of pain in his heart, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Without saying a word, he turned and went to the side hall, where he began to slowly enjoy his lunch.
The sounds of things being smashed continued in the hall, but he ignored them.
Seeing that Yan Ye didn't speak, everyone watched quietly without saying a word or stepping forward to stop him, occasionally ducking to avoid being hit by something.
The living room was very large, and Yue Yirou smashed things for quite a while before she had only managed to destroy less than a third of the items.
Having been tormented by Yan Ye all night, and then tormented for another hour after waking up, her body was already weak and powerless. Now, after smashing so many things, she was already panting heavily and could collapse at any moment.
She had to stop, leaning back on the sofa, her hands gripping tightly.
Her eyes were filled with resentment as she glared at the man in the side room who was eating lunch with extreme elegance.
His silence surprised her.
Why isn't he angry?
Why didn't he rush over and slap her to death?
Shouldn't someone like him value money and fame more than his own life?
She smashed so many of his valuable things, how could he remain so calm?
A casual remark from her could make him furious, veins popping out of his head, and he would be filled with murderous intent. Yet, despite her smashing so many of his priceless treasures, he wasn't angry at all.
She couldn't understand it. There were many things about him that she couldn't understand, especially those that were completely different from the rumors about him.
She couldn't see through him; she really couldn't.
I'm so tired and hungry. I really want to run over and have a big meal, then just lie down on the floor and sleep like a log.
However, the thought of what fate awaited her after she woke up immediately banished the idea.
He got off the sofa, staggered, and continued searching for something to smash.
She refused to believe it; she didn't believe he wouldn't be angry. She waited for him to rush over and slap her to death.
As Yan Ye finished his lunch and strolled over with elegant, languid steps, wiping his mouth with a napkin, Yue Yirou was teetering on the edge, holding a seven-colored crystal lamp, ready to smash it on the floor.
After glancing at it briefly, Yan Ye spoke softly to Xue Tao: "Xue Tao, after you've written down the bill for all the smashed items, send the bill to Wan Ting and give it to Lu Tingyun so he can pay for it."
"Yes, young master." Xue Tao secretly admired his young master's cunning.
Yue Yirou was stunned: "..."
Why send the bill to Tingyun?
She smashed the things; what does that have to do with Tingyun?
Her body swayed precariously, yet she clung tightly to the colorful crystal lamp in her hands.
"Two vases were smashed, worth a total of 56 million; one teapot was worth 15 million; two famous paintings were worth a total of 30 million..."
Xue Tao had already taken out his phone and started keeping track of the expenses.
Upon hearing this, Yue Yirou swayed even more precariously. "Is it really that expensive?"
"A total of 1.062 billion." In a short while, Xue Tao had already finished the accounting and looked at Yue Yirou. "Miss Yue, this seven-colored crystal lamp in your hand is worth 30 million. Do you still want to smash it? If so, hurry up so I can calculate the bill."
"No, I won't smash it..." Yue Yirou said blankly, and then carefully put the colorful crystal lamp back in its original place.
One billion sixty-two million?
This is a terrifying astronomical figure!
"These vases, teapots, paintings, and other items have high collectible value. They were purchased a few years ago, and their value has increased several times over. Xue Tao, change the total to two billion and send it to Lu Tingyun, giving him three days to pay it off." A deep, magnetic voice sounded languidly.