He rushed over, his gaze involuntarily drawn to Dongfang Jingjing as he approached. Upon seeing her, an unwelcome glint appeared in his eyes.
It was a look Dongfang Jingjing found utterly detestable.
She had encountered such gazes several times before in bars, which was why she’d stopped going unless she was with friends.
Whenever she saw that kind of look, she felt an urge to slap the man.
Therefore, as the man passed by and glanced at Dongfang Jingjing, her body reacted instinctively.
*Slap!*
Without hesitation, she landed a blow on his face.
The resounding slap stunned both Wang Qiran and Zhuge Lan.
They never expected the usually gentle and frail Dongfang Jingjing to react this way.
"You..."
Wang Qiran looked at her, somewhat bewildered.
"It's nothing, I just couldn't help it. His gaze was rather revolting," Dongfang Jingjing said plainly. Her tone, especially the word "revolting," conveyed genuine disgust. After delivering the slap, she even frantically reached for tissues to wipe her hands.
The man, still dazed from the slap, was further insulted by Dongfang Jingjing's action of wiping her fingers as if he were beneath her. He felt profoundly humiliated.
He glared at Dongfang Jingjing, "You little slut! How dare you hit me!"
His words simultaneously enraged three people.
Zhuge Lan's narrowed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a vast starry expanse within them.
Wang Qiran was equally displeased. This beautiful, kind-hearted girl was his major benefactor. Who was this guy to curse at her? He began to activate the formation on the ground, intending to make the man take a good tumble.
As for Dongfang Jingjing herself, she was even more decisive.
Another slap landed on the man's face. "I don't particularly like my father, but he did say something very true."
"If you can't speak properly, shut your mouth."
Dongfang Jingjing had felt a sliver of remorse earlier, as hitting someone wasn't ideal, and she had considered apologizing. But now? This fellow was asking for it, so she wouldn't hold back!
Simultaneously, Wang Qiran's formation activated. Leveraging the force from Dongfang Jingjing's slap, the man lost his balance and face-planted.
Zhuge Lan closed his eyes again, as if nothing had happened.
However, in the mere second his eyes had opened, he had adjusted the power of Wang Qiran's formation.
The effect was more than double what it had been.
The man, now sprawled on the ground, his face contorted in pain. The fall was severe; even with the carpet, he'd cracked a tooth.
"Truly deserving."
Wang Qiran clapped his hands, saying sternly, "First time in my life I've seen someone so asking for it."
He wouldn't have felt a shred of sympathy even if this kind of person had died.
After all, even if the hotel had surveillance, it would only show her losing her balance due to Dongfang Jingjing's slap.