Tangling with the Western Commander - Chapter 224

Chapter 224: Chapter 221: Although a dog is a dog, some people are damn not human!

Indeed, Fang Zhi still didn’t know that she had already found the puppy.

Wen Xian walked leisurely to the mirror, opened her bag, and took out a bright red lipstick, then addressed Fang Zhi with a ghostly utterance:

“Miss Fang, it seems your complexion is a bit off. Even makeup can’t hide your haggardness. Could it be that you feel very guilty about killing my dog?”

The smile on Fang Zhi’s face froze, her gaze flickered slightly, and she slowly lowered her eyes saying, “Wen Xian, this incident indeed has cast a shadow over me. It wasn’t intentional, and…”

She hesitated for a moment before continuing, “Although it was my fault, but, but this dog, it belonged to the jurisdiction of Captain Lu. It seems as though… it shouldn’t have anything to do with you, right…?”

The implication of her words was all too clear, telling her not to meddle in other people’s affairs.

“Heh…!”

Wen Xian shook her head slightly, as if in admiration of her hypocritical facade. Impressive.

Indeed, if she hadn’t been personally involved in the matter, who would have thought that Fang Zhi, who appeared so intellectual and gentle, could have such a dark and twisted heart?

At that moment, two people came out of the restroom inside.

One, coincidentally, was Cheng Feiyu, with whom she had a grudge, and the other was a scriptwriter in the crew with quite some age and experience.

It was clear that they had overheard the previous exchange.

As Cheng Feiyu came over to wash her hands, she said in a weirdly sarcastic tone, “Some people, they just covet what belongs to others, and now, they even won’t let the dead rest in peace.”

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After saying that, she turned towards Fang Zhi with a faint smile and said:

“Miss Fang, don’t worry about it, some people can’t recognize their own status, don’t take it to heart, eh. Although the dog has died, you were not purposefully responsible, and besides, a dog is just an animal, how can it compare to a person?”

With those words, a voice suddenly burst out beside her:

“What did you say?”

Cheng Feiyu pulled out a tissue, wiped her hands, and turned around, her gaze mockingly fixed on Wen Xian: “I mean, it’s just a dog. It’s bound to die eventually–”

“Slap–!”

Before she could finish her sentence, accompanied by a woman’s shriek, a clear handprint landed on her face.

Everyone was shocked, and Cheng Feiyu’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Wen Xian.

When she spoke again, her voice trembled slightly, “You, you dare to hit me?”

Wen Xian sneered, “What do you think that face is for, if not eventually to be slapped by someone?”

“You–”

Cheng Feiyu was utterly furious, raising her hand to strike back.

“Slap–!”

Another slap fell, swift and fierce, leaving her no chance to react. Wen Xian slapped her so hard that she staggered, nearly falling to the ground.

Wen Xian stared at her, the always-smiling mask completely gone, replaced by a coldness.

She said coldly, “I’ve tolerated you for a long time. A dog may be a dog, but some people are not even human! Dare to utter such words again, and I’ll tear your mouth apart!”

Cheng Feiyu was still seeing stars from the slap, and when she looked at Wen Xian again, she was nearly beside herself with rage.

Yet the fierce look in Wen Xian’s eyes sparked fear in her.

When Wen Xian’s gaze returned to Fang Zhi, the corner of her lips twitched slightly, and with a feigned smile, she said:

“How about it, Miss Fang? Didn’t you say yesterday you were going to show me the body of the puppy? Since that’s the case, let’s add each other on WeChat first, and you can notify me.”

Fang Zhi, pale-faced, “…”