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Chapter 771 You’re Not Worthy

Shen Fanxing narrowed her eyes and bent down to pull Shen Qianrou up from the ground. Her slender body was surprisingly strong. His thin body exuded a strong aura, reckless and cold.

“Ahhhhh!”

Shen Qianrou screamed in fear, “Let go of me! Don’t touch me!”

Shen Fanxing tightened her grip on Shen Qianrou’s wrist, as though she wanted to crush her.

“Shen Qianrou, from the moment you entered the Shen family, you’ve harmed me thousands of times. Why are you so naive? Do you think I’ll let you off? You’re the one who reminded me that you want to play me to death at the scent-making competition! This is a good idea! Aren’t you afraid of the shadows? Do you have a clear conscience? How did those shameless words come out of your mouth?”

“No, it’s not me. It’s you. You b*tch arranged all of this. B*tch, you b*tch… Ahhh!”

Seeing that Shen Qianrou was still unrepentant, Shen Fanxing frowned and released her grip on Shen Qianrou’s wrist.

Shen Qianrou relaxed and took two steps back. In the next second, Shen Fanxing took a big step forward and grabbed Shen Qianrou’s neck.

The coldness and ruthlessness that emanated from her instantly made everyone present gasp. His eyes were filled with killing intent.

Not only everyone present, even the comments that had been flooding the live broadcast went silent. There was not a single comment on the face that had been covered by the comments.

Almost everyone in the world was shocked by this scene. Shen Fanxing’s eyes were filled with anger and ruthlessness. The grip on Shen Qianrou’s neck tightened and Shen Qianrou’s face turned red!

Even her eyes were red from suffocation, as though they were about to explode.

Everyone stood rooted to the ground in shock, but Shen Fanxing didn’t waver. She raised her thumb slowly and placed it on Shen Qianrou’s chin.

As long as she exerted a little force, she could break Shen Qianrou’s neck!

“Fanxing! What… what are you doing… She’s your sister, she’s your sister…” The only person who cared so much about Shen Qianrou was probably Jiang Rongrong. A glint flashed across Shen Fanxing’s eyes.

He loosened his grip on Shen Qianrou’s neck and his cold voice sounded like frost.

“Your dead duck-like mouth is really disgusting!”

With that, Shen Fanxing raised her hand and slapped her hard on the mouth.

Shen Qianrou’s body went limp and she staggered. Just as she was about to fall to the ground, Shen Fanxing grabbed her and gave her a second slap!

Shen Qianrou lost her balance again and was slapped by Shen Fanxing a third time.

If Shen Qianrou dodged again, Shen Fanxing would grab her and hit her again! Loud slapping sounds could be heard and Shen Qianrou screamed weakly.

No one dared to step forward to stop the unilateral violence.

“Did I plagiarize you?!”

“Did I plan all of this?!”

“I’ve let you down every time, haven’t I?!”

“I can’t tolerate you?!”

“Yes! I can’t tolerate you!”

With a loud slap, Shen Qianrou fell to the ground.

Her mouth was already swollen and blood was flowing out of the corner of her mouth.

Her meticulously styled hair was in a mess, and her gown, which cost more than a million euros, was unsightly. It was wrinkled, messy, and stained with blood.

She couldn’t even say a word!

However, Shen Fanxing was still dressed in white. She stood there and looked down at her coldly.

“If you’re not convinced, you can find evidence to refute me. Even if one of them proves that I’ve wronged you, I, Shen Fanxing, will cut my head off for you to kick!” “Six years! Shen Qianrou, you’re envious and jealous of everything I have. You snatched away the Shen family and the man. Now, you have everything that belongs to me. If you want it, you can have it all! Because I, Shen Fanxing, don’t care about these things that I’ve lost so easily!

However, once you touch something I care about, I will definitely make you suffer. How many times do you want to use my things to achieve your glory and then slander me?”

“Shen Qianrou, you’ve lost today.”

Shen Fanxing’s lips curled into a cold and sarcastic smile. She looked at Shen Qianrou, who was trembling on the ground and sobbing. There was no pity in her cold heart.

At this moment, a figure rushed onto the stage and cupped Shen Qianrou’s face. Seeing her sorry state, her heart ached.

“Rou’er, are you alright?”

Shen Fanxing stared coldly at Jiang Rongrong’s distressed face and the coldness in her heart intensified.

Shen Qianrou couldn’t respond to Jiang Rongrong at all. Jiang Rongrong’s heart ached and she turned to glare at Shen Fanxing.

“Are you satisfied now? Shen Fanxing, she’s your sister! Don’t you feel guilty at all? Don’t you understand the principle of forgiving others? You’re really good. The Shen family’s face… the Shen family’s face…” “I’m not satisfied! Did she really treat me as her sister? Does the Shen family still have any face? I’m never the one in the wrong. Why would I feel guilty? Of course I’m good. Otherwise, I would have been played to death by Shen Qianrou long ago! I should forgive her as much as possible? If I didn’t resist today, I would be the one being played to death by Shen Qianrou! Six years, don’t you think she has harmed me enough? You want me to spare her? Serve me as a saint! I can consider it then!”

“You…”

“Chairman Jiang! Don’t try to reason with me again. Do you think you’re worthy?”

Jiang Rongrong gritted her teeth and glared at her with a complicated expression. Shen Fanxing ignored her and walked to the side to get her trophy. Then, she stood calmly by the microphone and her cold voice sounded in the huge palace. “Sorry to have embarrassed myself in front of everyone. Thank you to all the judges for their most authoritative and professional judgment! Thank you to the platform of the International Fragrance Competition and to Princess Matilda for arranging an innovative award ceremony tonight!”

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