My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce-Chapter 942: Slap Her in the Face!

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Chapter 942: Chapter 942: Slap Her in the Face!

"Madam Gu’s face is really thick, isn’t it? My ugliness, my frightening appearance, all thanks to you. From where do you get off accusing me when you’re the reason I turned out like this? Isn’t it because you’ve been exceedingly cruel?"

Qiao Yin spoke indifferently, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, my ugliness and my capacity to frighten are only temporary. My injuries will eventually heal. As for your face, I’m afraid it will never get better for the rest of your life, will it? Are you going to wear a mask forever, even when eating or drinking water, without taking it off?"

The scar on her face had now become Hou Jinhua’s deepest pain. These days, she hardly dared to look in a mirror, and sometimes she would catch a glimpse of her own reflection on the ward’s glass and startle herself.

She couldn’t accept the transformation of her face, growing increasingly irate every day, and no one dared provoke her.

Yet Qiao Yin, insensitive to such concerns, taunted and ridiculed her, doubling her pain!

Her teeth nearly crushed together from anger: "Qiao Yin, you seem to take pleasure in my calamity. My face was ruined like this; could it be your doing?"

Qiao Yin looked genuinely surprised: "Hou Jinhua, have you gone mad? How is the state of your face related to me? I haven’t seen you at all recently. How could you possibly blame me for this?"

"You’re still pretending?"

Hou Jinhua, having found a vent for her emotions, said loudly, "Tell me, was the servant at my home bought off by you? Was it you who instructed her to burn my face?"

Qiao Yin frowned, glanced at her, and felt that Hou Jinhua’s personality had turned even more paranoid and frantic after her injury: "It has nothing to do with me. I don’t even know what servant you’re talking about, let alone bought her off. These are all your own delusions. You should have your head examined."

"You injured my face, and you harbor hatred in your heart against me, so you bribed my family’s servant, intentionally seeking revenge on me! It must be like this; it certainly is!"

Hou Jinhua shouted furiously, "You’re just a sneaky despicable person! Your mother is a shameless wretch, and you are even more shameless than she was, more scheming too! I knew there was something odd about that servant that day, it turns out she was bought off by you! It was you who had her ruin my face!"

Her mother being insulted, Qiao Yin’s face turned cold in an instant: "Hou Jinhua, you’re the despicable one, you have no right to insult my mother! When my mother was deceived by Gu Chengqiao, you were also involved! It was you who said you and Gu Chengqiao were already divorced. My mother believed him because of that and got involved with him!"

"I scolded her, so what? You going to fight about it? She shamelessly seduced my husband, shamelessly had you! She used to pretend to be the virtuous family doctor for my father-in-law, while at the same time, she had an affair with my husband. She is cheap!"

Hou Jinhua’s tone was full of bitterness: "My father-in-law still speaks well of your mother, the vixen, to this day. Who knows, maybe your mother slept with him first and then with my husband! To marry into the Gu family, she would resort to any means necessary! She doesn’t care about her face, disgusting!"

With red eyes, Qiao Yin quickly stepped forward, walked up to Hou Jinhua, and slapped her with a "smack": "Shut up! Your inner heart is filthy, and that’s how you see everyone else. If you dare insult my mother again, I will make you a hundred times more miserable than you are now!"

Hou Jinhua never anticipated that Qiao Yin would dare to hit her!

Half of her face throbbed painfully. Qiao Yin had used a lot of force in that slap, even knocking off her mask!

Face throbbing with pain, her inner heart filled with rage and humiliation, Hou Jinhua raised her hand and attempted to smack Qiao Yin’s face.

Unfortunately, this time Qiao Yin was prepared. She grasped Hou Jinhua’s wrist tightly, her gaze ice-cold: "You want to hurt my face again? Last time you succeeded, but don’t think you could ever do it again. You’re so stupid!"

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