The Art of Pursuing: The Unyielding Ex-wife-Chapter 359: I’m Really Sorry for Not Doing Something to Make You Hate Me

She turned to face Munni, slightly raised her eyebrows, and showed a hint of a provocative smile.

"So what if I’ve annoyed a femme fatale like you? What can you do to me?" She snorted disdainfully, "Hmph, Munni, just admit it, you’re nothing without Xu Yisen as your support. Your conceited and arrogant attitude is truly disgusting."

Munni was not angered by Bai Sitong’s words; her eyebrows lifted with a noble and arrogant smile, "Since you hate me so much, I’d be remiss if I didn’t do something to make you hate me more."

As her last syllable fell, she suddenly raised her hand and unceremoniously slapped Siting hard on the right cheek.

Smack.

The sound of the slap echoed overtly in the quiet restroom, hitting with a resounding note.

Munni’s slap was quite forceful, and she intentionally dragged her fingernails over Siting’s cheek, leaving three thin, long gashes.

The slap was so unexpected that Siting was left completely dumbfounded.

"Too bad I do have Yisen as my support."

Munni’s domineering words snapped Siting back to her senses; she held her beaten red and swollen cheek with one hand, the turbulent waves already stirred in her dark eyes.

She raised her other hand, instinctively inclined to respond with a slap to Munni’s face.

But before her hand could reach Munni’s cheek, Munni swiftly grabbed her raised wrist.

Munni slightly raised her brow, exuding an aura of haughtiness and detachment, her eyes and lips laced with a mocking smirk, emanating a palpable sense of bold sensuality.

"Feel free to retaliate or go complain to the media, but before you act, don’t blame me for not warning you... with Yisen as my backer, bringing you down would be a piece of cake!"

As the last word faded, she dismissively let go of Siting’s hand.

Then she turned to face the sink and washed her hands, as if she’d touched something dirty just moments before.

"I heard your dad’s company has had quite a few loopholes lately; I wouldn’t mind widening those holes a bit. After all, I’m just that kind of femme fatale who lures men and does bad things."

While washing her hands, she smiled at Siting’s reflection in the mirror.

The smile at the corner of her red lips was gentle and innocent, like a girl oblivious to the world’s affairs, yet her words were completely at odds with that smile, overwhelmingly arrogant.

Siting dropped the hand covering her face, both hands falling to her sides, clenched into fists.

A chilling hostility gradually spread around her, her glare at Munni growing increasingly red, had it not been for a shred of her remaining rationality, she might have gone berserk and torn Munni to pieces.

Munni was not intimidated by Siting’s fierce demeanor; she finished washing her hands, dried them, and approached Siting, extending her fingers to gently caress the three visible blood marks on Siting’s cheek.

Being the family company’s finance officer, Siting naturally understood the company’s financial state better than anyone.

Munni was right, her family’s company has had a number of loopholes recently; her father has privately borrowed money to patch them up.

She indeed wished she could have Munni torn apart, but she clearly knew that if she made a move on Munni now, Munni, being the wicked woman she is, might really have a way to deal with her and her family, pushing them into an abyss.