Chapter 172: Peeping on Privacy Is Illegal

Song Yinyin stood frozen in place, utterly stunned. Many people were taken aback.

If a woman said something like that, it might not be entirely true—women tend to be more sensitive. Some things are only sixty percent likely.

But when a man says it, the tone completely changes.

The ladies accompanying the gentlemen all turned to stare at Song Yinyin, their disdain unmistakable. Some even wore an overtly aggressive expression.

“These days, the purer you look on the outside, the more despicable you are on the inside! You call everyone ‘sister’ all the time, yet you’re trying to climb into your jiefu’s bed!” one of the women blurted out, and the others burst into scornful laughter.

The men, of course, kept their heads down and didn’t dare say much.

“Look at her!”

“Exactly!”

Song Yinyin turned to leave, but a waiter stopped her: “Excuse me, you haven’t paid the bill yet.”

The waiter knew full well that table belonged to Song Qingtian and Ling Hanyu—their order had been placed there. But he’d been so caught up in the lively scene just now that when Ling Hanyu whisked Song Qingtian away, he hadn’t had a chance to intervene. Besides, that handsome gentleman looked downright menacing—who knew what he might do? How could he possibly step in?

Thankfully, there was still one person who could: her!

Song Yinyin wasn’t happy: “Why should I pay? They’re the ones who ate!”

“Well, you’re together, so I can’t go running after them. If you call them over and they come, then you can leave!”

“This is illegal!”

Song Yinyin didn’t want to pay—after all, she hadn’t eaten anything, and besides, this was a high-end restaurant with sky-high prices. Right now, she still owed money to the Song Family, and her parents were dragged into it as well. Originally, Song Haichao’s money was meant for them, but now she simply had no cash.

The waiter refused to let her go, and Song Yinyin tried calling to summon the others back—but would they really answer the phone and return? No way!

With a pang of regret, Song Yinyin swiped her card and shelled out three thousand.

She stared at the numbers, seething inwardly.

Three thousand-plus just for a meal!

The waiter could tell exactly what kind of person Song Yinyin was: no money, yet she wanted to play the “green tea” role.

“If you’ve got no money, don’t hang out here. Those two ‘green tea’ types—you know, that gentleman alone charges seven or eight thousand just for a casual cup of tea. And if they’d opened a bottle of red wine today, it would’ve cost a hundred thousand!”

With that, the waiter turned and walked away, utterly dismissive of Song Yinyin.

Song Yinyin gritted her teeth.

She glared coldly at the departing waiter.

She simply couldn’t bear such humiliation.

She could tolerate losing out on a little gain—like trying to steal a chicken and ending up losing the pot. But being humiliated like this by a waiter? That was intolerable.

Furious, Song Yinyin called Zhou Zishan and Kong Yuxiao.

The two arrived quickly, within half an hour.

As soon as they walked in, they trashed the restaurant. To vent her anger, Song Yinyin didn’t spare a single one of those who’d mocked her—she slapped them right across the face.

One of the women, hot-tempered as ever, lunged at Song Yinyin and started punching her, but Kong Yuxiao grabbed her and ripped her clothes right off.

Because she was wearing very revealing clothing, once the dress was torn open, more than half of her body was exposed.

Now, if Song Yinyin had just let this slide, it would have been fine. But she wouldn’t give up. The thought of that waiter’s sneering taunts, plus the woman’s vicious words calling her despicable—it all set her ablaze, and she came up with an idea for Kong Yuxiao.

After all, if word got out about what they’d done today, trouble would surely follow. So why not take it a step further? Let’s get that waiter and that woman stripped naked, photographed from every angle, and then add in the other people too. That way, everyone will feel ashamed, and no one will dare speak out about it.

Kong Yuxiao was a bit scared at first, but seeing how determined Song Yinyin was, he agreed to carry out her plan.

Little did they know that the woman herself was already humiliated, and since she was cornered, she lost all composure and rushed out. There was a car waiting outside, and it hit her—she fell unconscious on the spot. The crowd immediately rushed over and rescued her.

Before nightfall, the story had already exploded, with countless new articles flooding the internet.

Song Qingtian scrolled through the news on her phone and found it rather odd: When did this happen? Was it something she’d done?

There’s a limit to framing someone, you know!

Ling Hanyu had barely changed his clothes when he returned from dinner, still steaming with anger. He tossed Song Qingtian aside and hurried off to change, only to find her staring at her phone as soon as he came out.

“What are you looking at?”

Thinking it must be about Qin Xiaotian again, Ling Hanyu peered at Song Qingtian’s phone—and ended up taking it himself.

Song Qingtian sat there, watching Ling Hanyu, and it was getting more and more outrageous. Looking at someone else’s phone is invading their privacy; it’s illegal!

End of Chapter 172: Peeping on Privacy Is Illegal