Chapter 9: Has anyone ever praised you?

Lu Haichuan leaned in close to Ling Mufeng and lowered his voice, "Whether it's true or false, she's just a young girl who just went through something like that. You... be careful."

"There's no need to be careful with someone whose skin is thicker than a city wall." If it weren't for the boss's competence, he would have surely been ruined by this dead green tea earlier.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he continued to mock her without restraint, "I always feel that whatever the real heiress can do, she thinks she can do too. If the real heiress takes on ten people at once, she'll just make up a story about taking on a dozen or more."

Lu Haichuan: "..."

It's over.

He didn't know if the girl had any psychological trauma before, but she certainly did now.

Lu Haichuan couldn't understand how Dr. Ling, who appeared so elegant and gentle on the outside, could turn into such a sarcastic, passive-aggressive person the moment he started mocking someone.

"This is the first time I've seen someone so shameless," Ling Mufeng continued his relentless verbal assault.

Hearing this, Tang Yichen looked at Gu Zhiqi, then at Ling Mufeng.

Ling Mufeng was firing on all cylinders, while Gu Zhiqi had almost no reaction... she seemed quite calm?

Thinking that this was caused by his questioning, a small sense of guilt rose in his heart.

"Um, Dr. Ling, right?" Tang Yichen spoke up, interrupting Ling Mufeng's continuous output. "After all, these are just rumors. Hearing things isn't always the truth."

"Young Master Tang, you don't understand. These aren't just rumors; I saw all of this with my own eyes." Of course, Ling Mufeng hadn't seen everything with his own eyes; many things had been reported by people in the group chat.

However, some things he had indeed witnessed personally.

Now, Tang Yichen didn't know what to say.

"She doesn't even care about her own dignity, so why should I..."

Before Ling Mufeng could finish his sentence, a phone flew through the air with a *whoosh* and smacked him right in the face with a *thwack*.

*Clatter.*

After hitting his face, the phone fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Ling Mufeng froze for a moment. Once he reacted, he snapped his head around to look at Gu Zhiqi, his eyes filled with fury. "You..."

"Has anyone ever complimented your mouth?"

"It looks like an exploded anus."

Before Ling Mufeng could curse, Gu Zhiqi spoke up nonchalantly.

Tang Yichen: "..." Holy crap, she's badass!

The girl really fucking dared to say that.

"You... you're vulgar." Ling Mufeng clearly understood what Gu Zhiqi meant.

"You keep calling people shameless; do you think you're somehow more refined?" Gu Zhiqi sat lazily at the edge of the bed, her expression still languid.

"Am I not telling the truth? Do you dare say you haven't torn Miss Gu's... banquet dress? Do you dare say you haven't drugged her?" Having been hit by the phone, Ling Mufeng's anger skyrocketed.

His gaze looked as if he wanted to subject Gu Zhiqi to death by a thousand cuts.

"I dare to smash your dog head, do you believe me?"

At some point, the girl on the bed had already thrown off the covers. With one leg slightly bent on the bed and the other already in her slipper on the floor, she sat crookedly at the edge of the bed, a hint of defiance coloring her brow.

Hearing this, Ling Mufeng gave a cold snort. "I don't hit women."

He was currently being considered for this year's Outstanding Doctor award; he couldn't afford to dirty his reputation by hitting her.

"It's a one-sided beating; I don't need you to lift a finger." Gu Zhiqi smiled with a lazy defiance. She leisurely rolled up her sleeves and stood up by the hospital bed. "Besides, you won't get the chance."

The chance to move her phone.

"You..."

"Ahem, hey, no fighting allowed." Fearing they might actually get into a physical brawl, Lu Haichuan spoke up with a stern face, stepping between them to mediate. "If you two really fight, I'll just call the police and have you arrested."

One was a victimized young girl and the other was a psychologist; he never expected the two of them to get into an argument.

Hearing Lu Haichuan's words, Gu Zhiqi temporarily abandoned her intention to smash Ling Mufeng's dog head.

Shuffling in her slippers, she walked up to stand right in front of Ling Mufeng. Her smile was lazy and unrestrained, her defiance even more pronounced as she looked down at him.

The more Tang Yichen watched, the more he felt that this expression looked strangely familiar.

Suppressing the urge to hit her, Ling Mufeng took two steps back, distancing himself from Gu Zhiqi.

(End of Chapter)