She Lives without Regret in This Life

Chapter 136: Chapter 136: Are You Sick in the Head?

A deep and pleasant baritone with an arrogant tone yelled from across the way.

The female comrades all looked over curiously, just having finished training, and Qin Cuifen, who had only managed two replacements in results, was grimacing as she prepared to rejoin the group, just as she passed by Meng Ping.

At a single glance, she was so shocked that her mouth fell open!

She looked like a goddess!

Oh my God! How could there be such a handsome man? He was infinitely more attractive than the pretty boys on television.

When the female comrades saw Meng Ping speaking, they too were dumbstruck and couldn’t snap out of it.

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Handsome and dashing, with an imposing air and a mischievous smile that made women’s hearts race uncontrollably. He embodied every woman’s fantasy, even more handsome than the male god Shen Jianguo.

Sheng Ning turned and caught sight of Meng Ping, her eyes immediately blazing with fire. In just a few days, Meng Ping had recovered from being a bruised and swollen mess to his original appearance.

Why didn’t the person who hit him do a better job and just disfigure him completely?

Meng Ping’s face was too deceptive, surpassing by far even the idol male stars and fresh young celebs of her previous life. His beautiful yet sinister look completely masked his scumbag nature.

In her previous life, countless women had thrown themselves at him, devoted to him to the death. And she had been the most foolish among them, thinking she was somehow special because she was somewhat attractive.

The outcome had been infuriating, hateful, pitiful…

Sometimes, it was not entirely others’ fault when one made mistakes and took the wrong path; one’s own responsibility was also undeniable.

Meng Ping was her nightmare.

“Good heavens, who is this? So handsome.”

“Do we have someone like this at the General Union?”

The surrounding female comrades came to their senses and eagerly whispered among themselves. Even Wu Youli, who’d just finished training, was blushing and too shy to look.

Sheng Ning silently reminded herself to warn Wu Youli when they returned to the dorm to not be deceived by this scumbag, Meng Ping.

“Don’t you recognize him? He’s the ‘Pig Head’ we saw in the cafeteria a few days ago,” Sheng Ning deliberately said.

“What? The one who was all bandaged up and unrecognizable?”

“Yes, that’s him.”

“But how do you know him?” someone questioned.

“Surely he’s not with our General Union, right?”

Without giving Meng Ping another glance, to avoid spoiling her mood, Sheng Ning listened as others continued to slander Meng Ping, “He’s not with the union; I heard he’s a self-employed business man.” Now that the reform and opening-up policy had been implemented, many people still held very traditional and conservative views. They looked down on self-employed people, especially intellectuals, thinking they were exploiting loopholes in the system.

“Really? A self-employed person dressed so well?”

Meng Ping’s clothes, many tailor-made, indeed lent him an extraordinary presence.

Sheng Ning’s lips twitched, women’s intelligence really did seem to drop to zero in the face of a handsome man.

“Sheng Ning, he seems to be looking at you,” Wu Youli quietly tugged at Sheng Ning’s sleeve.

“His eyes are skewed; he’s not really looking at me.”

Meng Ping, feeling ignored for the first time, was very annoyed. He went straight up to Sheng Ning and pulled her away forcefully.

The strength of his grip didn’t allow Sheng Ning any chance to resist.

The female comrades from the General Union Song and Dance Troupe were nearly shocked out of their wits, and Chen Huaying, furious, tried to follow but was held back by Liu Yilan.

“Better not mess with that Demon Lord of Mayhem,” the Chen Family couldn’t compare to the power of the Meng Family.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy?” Sheng Ning struggled hard, but Meng Ping’s grip on her wrist tightened further.

“You injured me severely, and if you continue yelling, I’ll file a complaint,” Meng Ping threatened through gritted teeth.

“Where’s your proof?”