Zian Hausi was sitting in the living room with the same calm expression she always had, her posture relaxed, her eyes half-lazy, her presence quiet, as if nothing in the world could disturb her peace, even though just a few moments ago she had been accused of stealing something important and had calmly destroyed that accusation without even standing up properly, which in her opinion should have been enough for the day.
But clearly—
The day was not done with her.
Jiang Nanshu did not leave.
That alone was already a problem.
Zian noticed it immediately, even before anyone spoke again, because people who failed and still stayed were either very confident or very desperate, and in her experience both types were equally annoying.
She's not done.
The room remained tense.
Sterling was no longer laughing like before, though a small smile still lingered on his face, Huo Lou stood quietly beside him, more serious now, Shengling and Fiang Huo observed without interruption, and Fiang Sheng remained near the wall, his gaze unreadable as always.
Jiang Nanshu lifted her head again.
Her expression had changed.
Still calm.
Still polite.
But sharper.
"If that accusation was incorrect," she said slowly, "then there is another matter."
Zian blinked.
Of course there is.
Sterling muttered,
"She's not giving up."
Zian crossed her arms.
"…Say it quickly," she said.
I am getting tired.
Jiang Nanshu took a step forward.
"Confidential documents were also leaked recently," she said.
Pause.
"And once again… the trail leads to you."
Silence.
Zian stared at her.
You came prepared.
Pause.
Unfortunately for you… I didn't come with patience.
Sterling frowned now.
"That's enough," he said.
Huo Lou stepped forward slightly.
"You're repeating the same thing," she added.
Jiang Nanshu didn't back down.
"I'm stating facts."
Zian tilted her head slightly.
Facts?
Pause.
No.
She moved.
Fast.
Before anyone could react—
Zian stepped forward, her movement sudden, precise, effortless, closing the distance in a single motion, and the next second Jiang Nanshu was on the ground, her balance completely broken, her composure shattered, her back hitting the floor with a sharp sound that echoed through the room.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Zian stood over her.
Calm.
Unhurried.
Then she crouched slightly—
Grabbed Jiang Nanshu's chin—
Forced her to look up.
Her voice was quiet.
Clear.
Cold.
"I may be dumb," she said.
Pause.
"But not an idiot."
The words landed.
Heavy.
Sharp.
Final.
Jiang Nanshu's eyes widened.
For the first time—
There was no control.
No calculation.
Only shock.
Zian released her slowly.
Stood up.
"…And unlike him," she added, her tone still calm but edged now with something sharper, something far more dangerous, "I don't trust people who smile too much."
Her gaze shifted.
To Fiang Sheng.
The room froze again.
Sterling's eyes widened.
Huo Lou held her breath.
Shengling did not move.
Fiang Huo watched carefully.
Fiang Sheng met her gaze.
Silence stretched.
Zian walked toward him.
Step by step.
Calm.
Unhurried.
You stood there.
Pause.
And said nothing.
She stopped in front of him.
"…You're powerful," she said.
Pause.
"…But your judgment is questionable."
Before anyone could react—
SLAP.
The sound echoed across the room.
Sharp.
Clear.
Unavoidable.
Zian lowered her hand slowly.
"I felt like doing that today," she said.
Silence.
Complete silence.
Sterling did not laugh.
Not even a little.
Huo Lou stood still.
Shengling's eyes widened just slightly.
Fiang Huo remained calm.
Fiang Sheng—
Did not move.
His head had turned slightly from the impact.
But he didn't react.
Didn't speak.
Didn't get angry.
He simply looked back at her.
Zian turned away.
"I'm tired," she said.
As if nothing had happened.
As if she had not just knocked someone down—
And slapped the most powerful man in the room—
In front of everyone.
She walked back.
Sat down.
Leaned into the sofa.
Peace.
No one spoke.
Because what just happened—
Was not normal.
Was not expected.
And definitely—
Was not something anyone would forget.
Sterling finally spoke.
Quietly.
"…I'm not laughing anymore."
Huo Lou nodded.
"…Me neither."
They looked at Zian.
And in that moment—
They made a decision.
Not spoken.
Not loud.
But real.
No matter what happened next—
They would stand with her.
Because Zian Hausi—
Was not someone you laughed at.
She was someone—
You never stood against. 😈🔥