After listening to Yimo's description, Meng Ruozhao and Pei Jiangmu exchanged a look.
Pei Jiangmu actually thought this whole thing was quite boring.
After all, he believed that dealing with a scumbag like that didn't require a face - to - face confrontation. One could just use some underhanded tactics to get revenge. There was no need to even meet the person again.
However, he saw excitement in Meng Ruozhao's eyes.
She had never had any close friends, and had never had the chance to stand up for a bestie.
Moreover, moments like this, where one could give a scumbag a piece of their mind and scold the other woman, were bound to excite her.
Since his Ruozhao wanted to play this game, he was more than willing to accompany her.
So when Meng Ruozhao asked him, "Is it okay?"
He nodded without hesitation. "Sure. Sister Yimo is your good friend. If you want to avenge your friend, of course I'll help."
Hearing that he was willing to help, Yimo gave him an approving smile.
"Little Brother Pei is really reliable. I didn't misjudge you."
After that, the three of them discussed the possible scenarios they might encounter later, and then walked in.
The two girls were so excited that they didn't notice Pei Jiangmu, who was walking at the back, sending a message to Qi Yu.
"Send a few people to [Crossing the Line]."
After all, they had no idea who the other people were. In case there was a physical conflict later, he had to ensure Ruozhao's safety.
As soon as they walked into [Crossing the Line],
The deafening music pounded like a heavy hammer on their hearts, and the bright and hazy lights sliced through the noisy crowd in the bar.
The air was a mixture of the smells of alcohol, perfume, and all kinds of desires.
Yimo walked at the front, her expression cold, trying to armor her shattered heart with a tough exterior.
But her slightly trembling fingers and overly bright eyes still betrayed her nervousness and anger.
Meng Ruozhao followed closely beside her, her brows slightly furrowed. She gently held Yimo's arm, both in support and out of concern.
She wasn't really used to such a noisy environment, but she couldn't just sit back and watch her friend be wronged.
Pei Jiangmu lagged half a step behind, his hands in his trouser pockets, his posture seemingly lazy and casual.
But his sharp eyes were like a precise scanner, quietly sweeping across the surrounding environment and people, assessing all potential danger factors.
His presence was like an invisible barrier, blocking most of the malicious looks.
Yimo's eyes searched the booth area like a searchlight. Soon, her gaze was fixed on a semi - open luxury booth not far away.
That was the center of the fun.
Her ex - boyfriend, Li Ming, was hugging a young girl in a sequined halter dress, smiling smugly.
There was an exquisite birthday cake on the table. The candles in the shape of "22" had just been blown out, and there were a group of men and women around, cheering and laughing.
The girl in Li Ming's arms, the other woman, Lele, looked shy.
And beside her was the limited - edition bag that Yimo had scrimped and saved for three months to buy.
A rush of blood suddenly went to Yimo's head, burning away the last bit of hesitation.
She stepped on her high - heels and strode over.
Meng Ruozhao quickly followed, and Pei Jiangmu also squinted slightly, following them steadily.
"Li Ming!"
Yimo's voice cut through the music, sharp and cold.
The laughter and chatter in the booth stopped abruptly.
Everyone looked at the unexpected guest in surprise.
The smile on Li Ming's face froze.
When he saw it was Yimo, a flash of panic and impatience quickly crossed his eyes, which was soon replaced by annoyance.
"Yimo? What are you doing here? What do you want?"
The girl in his arms also looked over, her eyes full of scrutiny and a hint of barely noticeable pride.
She even deliberately snuggled closer into Li Ming's arms and asked coquettishly, "Brother Ming, did you invite Sister Yimo today?"
"Invite me?"
Yimo was so angry that she trembled all over. She pointed at the bag on the girl's shoulder.
"I wouldn't even bother to come and watch you guys act like this."
"I just want to ask you, who gave you permission to touch this bag?"
"Li Ming, it's bad enough that you cheated during our relationship. You couldn't even break up cleanly. And now you're giving my bag to her? Have you no shame?"
Li Ming's face turned ugly. Especially with the looks from his friends around, he felt embarrassed. He shouted angrily,
"Yimo, that's enough! Stop causing trouble here! We've already broken up! I can give my things to whoever I want!"
This made Yimo let out a cold laugh.
"Break up? One WeChat message and that's it?"
"You avoided me and didn't even dare to meet me. You even changed the password at home. Is this how you break up?"
"Moreover, this bag is not your thing. I bought it myself."
After all, they had loved each other once. Although Yimo was angry, there was still a sob in her voice.
She just held back her tears stubbornly.
"Also, those promotions and acting opportunities that were originally promised to me, why did they all end up with her in the end?"
"You took my resources to support her?!"
Hearing this, the girl, the other woman, instead of looking guilty, scoffed and sized Yimo up and down, her tone contemptuous.
"Sister, don't talk so harshly."
"Brother Ming chose me because I'm more suitable and more sensible than you."
"If you can't hold onto a man or your resources, who can you blame?"
"This bag is now Brother Ming's birthday gift to me, so it's mine."
She even deliberately lifted the bag up, showing off.
"You!" Yimo was so angry that she raised her hand and was about to rush forward.
Meng Ruozhao quickly grabbed her, but she herself was also so angry at the other's shamelessness that her face turned pale. She couldn't help but speak up.
"Miss, can you be so brazen after interfering in someone else's relationship? Are you really that at ease using things you've snatched?"
Lele raised her eyebrows and looked at Meng Ruozhao with a hostile look.
"Who are you? Since when did you get a say in this? Oh, I get it. You're the sister that Sister Yimo brought to back her up, right?"
"What, you don't have the ability on your own, so you come in numbers?"
Li Ming immediately defended the other woman and shouted at Yimo and Meng Ruozhao,
"Get out of here right now! Stop acting like a shrew! Otherwise, I'll call the security guards!"
The sycophants around also started to chime in, mostly mocking Yimo for being so annoying and persistent.
Pei Jiangmu's eyes turned completely cold.
He had just been standing lazily at the back, but now he slowly took a step forward.
He didn't make any big movements, and there was hardly any expression on his face.
But the sudden cold pressure he exuded made Li Ming, the other woman, and the few who were chiming in instantly feel an invisible pressure. The noisy voices involuntarily died down.
Pei Jiangmu didn't even look at Li Ming. His eyes just landed on the limited - edition bag. He spoke softly, but his voice strangely overpowered the background music.
"No real man would use something his ex - girlfriend bought for himself to give to his current girlfriend."
"Or is Shiyao Entertainment in such a difficult situation that even the high - level executives are so strapped for cash that they can't even afford this little bit of money."
He paused for a moment, and finally his eyes drifted lightly towards Li Ming, whose face was starting to change. His tone was filled with a hint of nonchalant mockery.
"Then, will the next step be to rely on women to support you? Tsk tsk, with Mr. Li's looks, it might be quite difficult, though."