Chapter 1393: Chapter 1384: Future Blessings (Part 7)
Actually, Xia Siyu reacted quickly. When she saw that person wasn’t catching the wine, but picking up the bottle, she felt sothing was off. As the wine bottle ca smashing down, she dodged away.
The bottle hit the backdrop with a “bang,” staining the white-backed curtain a bright red, and glass shattered everywhere.
The scene was at the center of a plaza on the most famous comrcial street in Yancheng. No matter how bad things got for Xia Siyu, she was still a celebrity. Even if there were haters among the passersby, it was unlikely soone would directly rush up to assault her.
But there were many onlookers, and the stage was in chaos. The staff on site were clearly inexperienced. Usually, when a celebrity goes on stage, there are a dozen assistants and bodyguards, but it was different for Xia Siyu. Now, she operated with her own independent studio, accompanied only by Driver Xiaotang, Manager Wei Jingjing, and Makeup Artist Chen Fan. All three were backstage, and by the ti they heard the commotion and rushed forward, it was already too late.
The person, with bloodshot eyes, having missed Xia Siyu with the first bottle, actually snatched another bottle of wine from a staff mber and charged directly.
Xia Siyu was certain she didn’t know this person, nor had she offended them. Yet sotis, people’s hatred, much like love, can co both profoundly and superficially. Like so days when things don’t go well, leading so cowardly scum to randomly kill in the streets, targeting only won and children.
At least, as soon as Xia Siyu saw this person with bloodshot eyes, like a beast baring its fangs, she instantly knew this person wanted her dead!
He grabbed the wine bottle and charged at Xia Siyu. The staff tried to grab him, but couldn’t hold him back.
In such monts, Xia Siyu was instead very calm.
On one hand, she had been in the industry for eight years; she’d seen all kinds of big scenes. Although slightly down on her luck now, she had at least developed an aura. She might not be able to stay unmoved as a mountain crumbles before her, but she wasn’t overly flustered either.
On the other hand, when she was a child, she experienced a real “riot”: those who were marching in Sicily rushed into her ho, smashing everything inside. Her mother, trying to protect her, had her head crushed, and blood dripped onto Xia Siyu’s face.
Could anything be more dangerous than that? The more perilous the situation, the calr she beca. And she was very nimble; when the person swung the bottle again, this ti aiming to use it as a weapon to strike her head instead of throwing it.
Xia Siyu reacted quite quickly; she had learned dance. Recently, she hadn’t wasted any ti when idle. Apart from enriching herself with reading, she also trained with a coach to keep fit. A quick duck of the head, a twist at the waist, a swift sidestep—
Her intentions were good. Under normal training conditions, she could have dodged. But the problem was, she was wearing high heels!
Ten-centiter stilettos, coupled with a fitted dress, ant that as soon as she twisted, without stable footing, her ankle gave way, causing her to topple awkwardly to the side.
Fortunately, there was a chair in the middle of the stage to break her fall, so she wasn’t hurt badly, but she had twisted her ankle for sure, sending a piercing pain shooting up her calf.
The attacker, however, had no concern for this. As soon as he missed the first swing, he ca at her with a second swing!
Xia Siyu awkwardly jumped backward; although barely dodging it, she was about to fall, and the third strike was coming right at her!
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