"I’m looking at my own man. I don’t see how that has anything to do with you!"
Gu Jiaojiao was completely baffled.
’What’s wrong with this person, policing me for looking at my own man?’
Seeing her unrepentant, Sun Yeshu pursed her lips.
"So shameless. No sense of decency."
’Being all clingy in public, in front of so many people... It’s just disgraceful.’
Gu Jiaojiao was a bit stunned.
"Wait, who even are you?"
Sun Yeshu was speechless.
"You don’t know who I am?"
’She was the village belle, and Gu Jiaojiao actually didn’t recognize her.’
"What is wrong with you? You’re so rude."
Gu Jiaojiao was utterly bewildered.
’Is there something wrong with this girl’s head?’
’It’s perfectly normal for me not to know who she is. How is that rude?!’
Seeing that Gu Jiaojiao genuinely had no idea, Sun Yeshu stomped her foot in anger.
"I’m Sun Yeshu."
After speaking, she reached up to toy with one of her braided pigtails, her expression full of pride.
’No matter what, she was once the village belle of Qingshan Team. Even if Gu Jiaojiao stole her spot, she should at least have heard her name.’
At this thought, Sun Yeshu’s lips curled, and she held herself with an air of importance.
’The village belle must maintain her dignity.’
Gu Jiaojiao thought for a moment before finally remembering who Sun Yeshu was.
’Wasn’t this the village belle from the book who married Chen JianShe?’
Sun Yeshu stood her ground, a wronged expression on her face, which was flushed red with anger.
A crowd quickly gathered. When Sun Yecheng saw his little sister being wronged, he hurried over to stand protectively by her side.
"Little sis, what’s wrong? Who’s bullying you?"
Sun Yeshu pointed at Gu Jiaojiao. "She told me to get lost."
"What?" Sun Yecheng was taken aback. He then glared at Gu Jiaojiao, his gaze icy. "Gu Zhiqing, I won’t make things difficult for you. Apologize to my little sister, and we’ll let this go."
’If it had been anyone else, he would have taught them a harsh lesson.’
The onlookers exchanged glances, unsure of what had just happened.
Gu Jiaojiao remained seated while everyone else was standing, yet her aura didn’t lose an ounce of its power.
She lifted her gaze slightly, her tone nonchalant. "And if I don’t?"
"If you don’t apologize, then don’t blame me for hitting a woman."
Sun Yecheng was tall and burly, with solid forearms. Given Gu Jiaojiao’s delicate appearance, one punch would probably be enough to cripple her.

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