Title: Transmigrated as the Doomed Fake Heiress: The System Demands I Slap Faces!
CHAPTER 6: THE VIPER'S LAST STRIKE
"You bitch!"
A high-pitched, demonic screech tore through the air.
Su Rou, her pristine white lotus facade completely obliterated, vaulted over the shattered table. Her hair was wild, her designer dress torn. In her hand, she clutched the massive, jagged silver blade of a cake-cutting knife she had swiped from the dessert tier.
Her eyes were bloodshot, fixated entirely on my throat. "If I'm going to ruin, you're coming with me! Die, Lin Xia!"
She moved surprisingly fast for a "sickly" girl, propelled by pure, psychotic hatred. The tactical guards raised their weapons, but they were too far away to get a clean shot without risking hitting me or Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan's eyes darkened, a terrifying murderous intent erupting from his seated form.
But I didn't need a billionaire to save me. I still had two minutes left on my Martial Arts Grandmaster Experience.
As Su Rou lunged, bringing the jagged knife down in a vicious arc, I simply sighed. I sidestepped the blade with millimeter precision. As her momentum carried her past me, I grabbed a half-full bottle of vintage champagne from an overturned ice bucket.
With a fluid, graceful swing, I smashed the heavy glass bottle directly across the side of Su Rou's head.
CRASH!
Champagne and glass exploded into her perfectly styled hair. Su Rou's eyes rolled completely back into her head, and she crumpled to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut, landing face-first in the puddle of Gu Chen's blood.
I dropped the broken neck of the bottle, dusting my hands off.
"Honestly," I muttered, looking down at her unconscious body. "You bring a cake knife to a gunfight, and you still miss. Pathetic."
[DING! Flawless Counter-Attack! The White Lotus has been pruned. Reward: 5,000 Points!]
Lu Qingshan chuckled. It was a dark, rich sound that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards. He gazed up at me, his fathomless black eyes swirling with an intense, predatory fascination.
"You are full of surprises, Madam Lu," he said softly. He raised his hand, signaling his men. "Clean up this trash. The Su family is to be handed over to the financial authorities—make sure they get maximum sentences. As for Gu Chen and this girl..."
Lu Qingshan glanced at the bleeding CEO and the unconscious Su Rou. "Throw them into the hotel's underground wine cellar. Turn off the heating. If they survive the night, they can join the Su family in prison. If they don't... well. It will be a tragic accident."
The poetic justice of it was staggering. It was the exact fate Gu Chen had designed for the original Lin Xia.
The black-clad guards moved with terrifying efficiency, dragging the screaming, begging Su parents and the bleeding antagonists out of the grand ballroom. The remaining high-society guests pressed themselves against the walls, holding their breath, absolutely terrified that Lu Qingshan’s gaze might fall upon them next.
Lu Qingshan ignored them entirely. He reached out, wrapping his cold fingers around my wrist.
"Come, darling," he murmured, pulling me gently toward his wheelchair. "This room smells like cheap perfume and failure. Let us go home."
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