A-List Actress: Paper Marriage but Pampering Billionaire

Chapter 1222: Chapter 1222: Pretty Boy!

"What pretty boy? Zheng Lu Hua was speechless at Jian Shaohan’s logic."

"Yes, in his mind, only he can smoothly interact with other women. If there’s a man around her, he feels she’s about to cheat."

She coldly laughed and said, "Even if I really liked him, what does it have to do with you? Also, he’s not a pretty boy, at least he’s better than you, a spoiled rich kid living under your parents’ shadow."

Jian Shaohan’s face almost twisted hearing her words, "You think I’m worse than him?"

Zheng Lu Hua knew he’s all about saving face and hates being called a freeloader, but she was truly fed up with his arrogance and entanglements.

"Exactly, when others call you Mr. Jian, you think they’re respecting you? No, they do it out of regard for your parents. You have no idea how many people mock you for being a wastrel behind your back."

Jian Shaohan looked at Zheng Lu Hua’s sarcastic expression, feeling fuming inside.

"Zheng Lu Hua, I dare you to say that again!"

Zheng Lu Hua coldly said, "Not just once, ten times if you like. You’re just a wastrel. I deeply regret ever liking such a useless man like you. Don’t ever show up in front of me again."

Jian Shaohan’s eyes turned red with anger, "Don’t think I won’t hit a woman!"

For the first time, someone humiliated him this ruthlessly, and in front of an outsider no less, losing face entirely.

Wu Yang immediately stepped in front of Zheng Lu Hua upon hearing this, looking at Jian Shaohan and coldly saying, "Mr. Jian, hitting a woman doesn’t make you a man."

Jian Shaohan clenched his fists tightly, eyes widened, wanting to beat the pretty boy dead, but seeing Zheng Lu Hua siding with him made his heart wrench, as his dignity was utterly crushed.

He looked at Zheng Lu Hua sarcastically and said, "You think without you I’m nothing? There are plenty of women out there, way better than you. I’ll just watch you get fooled by this bastard. Even if you come back begging, I won’t give you any attention."

Zheng Lu Hua saw his reddened eyes, knowing she had really provoked him, wanted to say something, but felt it unnecessary.

She turned her face away, looking elsewhere. He was right; there are plenty of women out there, no need to hang himself on just her tree.

Jian Shaohan coldly glanced at Zheng Lu Hua, suddenly turned around, opened the car door, and sat in the driver’s seat.

The car sped by Zheng Lu Hua like a whirlwind, the airflow cutting painfully against her face like knives.

Zheng Lu Hua watched the direction where the car left, let out a small breath, turned and said to Wu Yang, "I’m sorry."

"Are you apologizing for him or for yourself?"

Zheng Lu Hua noticed Wu Yang’s serious expression, curled her hand unconsciously, and said, "Is there a difference? The trouble started because of me."

Wu Yang sighed, "Huahua, you’re too kind-hearted."

Zheng Lu Hua didn’t want to dwell on this topic, saying, "You’re injured quite severely, I’ll take you to the hospital."

"No need, aren’t you going to a party? Don’t worry about me."

"It’s fine if I’m late," Zheng Lu Hua said, "Let’s go."

Wu Yang looked at her graceful face, a smile slowly spreading in his eyes.

Zheng Lu Hua noticed, asking, "What are you smiling at?"

"Just feel that getting beaten up was quite worth it."

Zheng Lu Hua heard this, her ears flushed red, a bit embarrassed, "I..."

"It’s okay, I know you don’t like me yet, but I’m not in a hurry. I can wait."

Zheng Lu Hua looked at the handsome man in front of her; he was truly gentle, considerate, and so perfect it felt unreal.