"Then, when it got to the last step, he just stopped," Claire Xu said, clearly baffled. "Shengsheng, do you think maybe he's... you know, can't perform?"

Uh... That was definitely not an easy question to answer. Whether he could or couldn't was really for Claire Xu to judge, not her.

"You two are already living together. Shouldn't you know best about that?"

Honestly, all those classic Japanese movies she'd watched had gone to waste—she had so little real experience.

Claire Xu propped her chin up with a troubled look, all seriousness as she announced, "I've just seen a lot; I've never actually done it."

Lauren Shaw: "..."

The news was everywhere—Yvonne Sung and Eva Snow announcing their upcoming wedding shot to the top of trending searches. No one was angrier than Yana Quinn.

In her wildest dreams, she never would've believed Yvonne Sung would marry Eva Snow. When she got the news, her rage hit the roof. She called Eva Snow right away, demanding they meet tonight so she could get to the bottom of it all.

Eva Snow, already stewing with grievances of her own, thought it over after getting Yana Quinn’s call and decided to meet up. She planned to spill everything about how Lauren Shaw had framed her—it wasn't her fault, after all.

Eva Snow arrived at the location Yana Quinn sent. She'd barely sat down when Yana Quinn swept in.

Trying to stay incognito, Yana Quinn wore a mask that covered most of her face, leaving only her furious eyes exposed.

She stared at Eva Snow with nothing but loathing. “Congratulations! You must be thrilled to be getting married so soon.”

Eva Snow had no clue just how much Yana Quinn hated her now.

She scoffed coolly, "You think this wedding is my idea? Blame that Lauren Shaw—she ruined everything for me!" Gritting her teeth, she raged about all that Lauren Shaw had done, desperate to make Yana Quinn hate Lauren Shaw just as much.

But when Eva Snow finished recounting what happened at the hotel, Yana Quinn just fixed her with a frosty look—none of the expected outrage.

"Are you done yet?" she interrupted Eva Snow's endless tirade.

Eva Snow, misguided, thought Yana Quinn would fall in line just like before.

She raised her chin defiantly. "And Yvonne Sung—can't even handle this minor mess! Ended up dragging me through the mud, getting me cursed at everywhere. Pathetic!"

She'd barely finished when Yana Quinn jumped to her feet and slapped her hard across the face.

Eva Snow was stunned.

Yana Quinn jabbed a finger at her nose, spitting, "You shameless bitch! Is stealing other people's men really what you like?"

Face stinging, Eva Snow clutched her burning cheek and glared daggers at Yana Quinn. "You dare hit me?"

"So what if I do? I’ll hit you again—and again—you shameless slut!" Yana Quinn shot back, zero fear as she lunged with clawed hands straight at Eva Snow’s face, ignoring the curious glances from the crowd.

Eva Snow hadn’t imagined Yana Quinn would go berserk like this—not only daring to hit her, but doing it right here in public, all pretense abandoned.

She sprang up to fight back, but she was no match for Yana Quinn.

Yvonne Sung might mean nothing to Yana Quinn now, but he was still the love of her life. She could accept him not marrying her, but marrying Eva Snow was crossing the line.

She used to hate Lauren Shaw. Now, her deepest grudge was for Eva Snow.

If Eva Snow hadn’t given her all those rotten ideas, things would never have come to this—she wouldn’t have fallen out with Yvonne Sung, either. All her misfortune, in Yana Quinn's eyes, could be traced back to Eva Snow.

"You act like some pampered heiress, Eva Snow, but in private you’re just trash. What are you showing off for? You’re nothing but a scheming homewrecker—why don’t you just drop dead!"

Yvonne Sung had meant everything to her—and now he belonged to Eva Snow. How could she not be furious? How could she accept it?

She pinned Eva Snow to the sofa, furiously scratching at her face with long, sharp nails.

It wasn’t long before bloody scratches marred Eva Snow’s face. Eva Snow tried to shove her off, but Yana Quinn was like a woman possessed—unstoppable.

"You crazy bitch! Get off me! You think you’re any better? After all you’ve done, there isn’t a guy alive who’d want you!" Eva Snow howled.

"That still beats being a slut like you who steals other people’s men!" Yana Quinn shot back.

Unwilling to back down, Eva Snow grabbed Yana Quinn’s hair, sneering, "A man like him is only a treasure to you. I’d feel dirty if you gifted him to me!"

By this point, both women had abandoned any semblance of dignity—it was pure chaotic brawling, each out to tear the other apart.

The bar patrons were quickly drawn over by the commotion.

Lauren Shaw looked over, catching snippets of the chatter: "There’s actually a catfight happening in a bar—and between two women, no less."

"Yeah, and apparently it’s over some guy!"

A lot of onlookers whipped out their phones to record the scene.

The shouting hadn’t let up. The voices felt oddly familiar to Lauren Shaw; glancing at Claire Xu, she found that Claire Xu had already rushed over to enjoy the spectacle.

Honestly, watching two women go at it like this—what a sight.

On the couch, Yana Quinn and Eva Snow were still locked in combat, neither yielding an inch.

If the bar’s staff hadn’t come to separate them, Eva Snow’s face would probably have fared much worse.

Though mask-clad, Lauren Shaw still recognized Yana Quinn. She watched as Yana Quinn stormed through the crowd and left, fury written all over her, while Eva Snow sat clutching her face on the couch.

Some people had recognized Eva Snow too, and one even shoved a phone almost right in her face to record. She was mortified, covering her face and running out.

"Now that was quite the show," Claire Xu said appreciatively, a wide grin lighting up her features as she waved her phone. "Didn’t think Yana Quinn would come here and give Eva Snow a lesson—and she even wore a mask to hide her identity! Came totally prepared."

"Yana Quinn is ruthless," Claire Xu added, thinking of the bloody lines on Eva Snow's face, shivering. "I used to think she was just a delicate little green tea*—didn’t expect her to be such a fighter."

(Green tea—a term for women who pretend to be sweet and innocent but are actually scheming).

"Given how much she’s always loved Yvonne Sung, it’s not surprising," Lauren Shaw mused.

Thinking back to how Yana Quinn had once helped Eva Snow frame her, and now they’d fallen out over Yvonne Sung’s marriage — the woman was definitely driven by love above all.

"She’s just loving the wrong person, that’s all," Claire Xu sighed meaningfully.

Yvonne Sung really wasn’t worth all this. If he weren’t so selfish, things never would’ve gotten so bad.

Sadly, that probably wasn’t something Yana Quinn would see right now.

The ruckus had already blown over—the bar sank back into its usual rhythm, loud music pulsing as crowds drifted and danced.