Chapter Twenty-Six: You can rely on me for anything.

Song Nian'an adjusted her expression, trying her best to suppress the disgust in her heart, and forced a fake smile: "Hello, Song Nian'an."

Judging from this situation, Zhou Liang must have some influence in this bar. He's not confident he can take the person away in a direct confrontation.

Zhou Liang's voice was extremely gentle as he leaned back on the booth stool.

Wearing a gray shirt, tall and with a roguish look, Song Nian'an thought he was probably a junior manager.

“Your friend just drank too much here. You think you can take him away from my place? Not so easy…” Zhou Liang said lazily, smoking a cigarette with one hand. “You also beat someone up and caused trouble here. This is a legitimate business, and there are security cameras everywhere.”

Song Nian'an's heart skipped a beat.

"Nian'an, I...I'm going back," Cheng Letian said dazedly.

Faced with such an infuriating situation, Song Nian'an suppressed her temper and remained calm.

If he were alone, he would definitely have made a move by now, and it would have been a fight to the death.

There's a drunken, burly man next to me, and I don't have the strength to take on one of them and a whole bunch of them.

Giving in is impossible.

A security guard tried to grab Cheng Letian's arm and lift him up.

Without hesitation, Song Nian'an grabbed the man's neck and pushed him forcefully: "Let him go."

Zhou Liang's gaze towards Song Nian'an grew increasingly intense.

He actually quite likes these little white rabbits that bite.

The other people in the bar didn't stop their revelry because of the commotion; on the contrary, some became even more excited, cheering for them to "fight it out."

The noisy environment completely drowned out Song Nian'an's phone ringing; there were more than a dozen missed calls.

floor the accelerator.

With a sudden stop, he slammed the door shut and stormed out.

No matter what had happened before, Wen Jing had never been this anxious before. He knew all too well who was in the bar.

Even if the security guards at the gate didn't know Wen Jing, they wouldn't be so stupid as not to recognize his car and license plate; that's not something an ordinary rich kid could own.

The only 88888.

He walked straight in without expression, and no one dared to stop him.

Before the security guards could notify Zhou Liang, Wen Jing stood in front of him first.

Zhou Liang put away his previous expression and looked at the important figure who was staring fiercely at Song Nian'an.

He had just heard through his earpiece that a black car driver with the license plate 88888 had barged in, but he never expected that the person who came in was Wen Jing. This kind of behavior was a bit frightening to him.

He couldn't afford to offend Wen Jing's background. If anything happened to this bar, Wen Jing might just wipe it all out.

"Boss Wen," Zhou Liang said, trying to sound calm, "what brings you here?"

Although Wen Jing is a leader in the business world, he has never appeared in Future Bar or other brothels. Today, his aura alone is enough to overshadow all the rich second-generation heirs in the bar.

Wen Jing's gaze remained fixed on Song Nian'an, completely ignoring Zhou Liang.

“Mr. Wen,” Song Nian’an ran over and pointed to Cheng Letian behind her, “He called me when he was drunk, and I ran into some trouble when I came to pick him up.”

Wen Jing's voice was filled with suppressed anger: "You haven't had anything to drink, have you? Are you hurt?"

"without."

The mess of empty bottles on the table looked like a recent physical altercation. Wen Jing looked Song Nian'an up and down.

Fortunately, Song Nian'an had no injuries.

Wen Jing breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Zhou Liang and the others.

His eyes were sharp, and his voice was low and barely concealed, revealing his anger.

"Who just laid a hand on him?"

Everyone held their breath, looking at each other in dismay, wishing they could bury their heads in the ground.

Sweat immediately broke out on Zhou Liang's face.

This means they intend to pursue the matter to the end.

He forced a smile, "Mr. Wen, look, this young man isn't injured. My shop was smashed to pieces, so how about we just..."

Forget it.

Before he could even utter those three words, Wen Jing coldly interrupted him.

His delicate and gentle wife was now being attacked and bullied. If he had arrived even a moment later...

Thinking of this, his face grew even uglier, and he looked at Zhou Liang as if he were looking at a dead man.

It sends chills down your spine.

“If you don’t hand over the people, I don’t mind razing this place to the ground.”

Zhou Liang's smile suddenly froze on his face.

After a long pause, he gritted his teeth and yelled at the people next to him, "Whoever did the dirty work, step forward. Don't wait for me to call them out one by one."

Under pressure, the security guard who had just attacked Song Nian'an stepped forward shakily, his legs still trembling.

"Mr. Wen, I'm so sorry, I..."

Wen Jing didn't have time to listen to his nonsense, and asked, suppressing her anger, "Which hand touched him?"

The security guard was trembling and wanted to beg for mercy.

Wen Jing suddenly grabbed his arms and twisted them in the opposite direction.

"ah!"

The screams, mixed with the sound of bones shattering, sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

A faint smell of urine wafted over.

The security guard from before was lying on the ground writhing in pain, his lower body already incontinent.

Song Nian'an's face turned pale at this brutal act.

He never expected that the man he had been longing for would be so brave.

But he's so handsome!

Wen Jing, who had intended to come over and offer comfort, paused in his tracks and swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Zhou Liang's face turned ugly. Beating his people on his own turf was undoubtedly a slap in the face to him.

Wen Jing took in Zhou Liang's humiliated and resentful expression, his face expressionless, but his voice was extremely cold.

"No matter what you're up to, don't mess with my people."

Zhou Liang froze, a chill running down his spine.

"I was blind and didn't know Mr. Song's background. If I have the opportunity to visit you in the future, I will definitely treat you well."

He smiled apologetically and bowed, only daring to stand up straight after Wen Jing left.

The security guard on the ground was still wailing.

The manager stepped forward and asked cautiously.

"Boss, what should we do with this person?"

Zhou Liang kicked over the chair next to him, his face turning sinister.

"roll!"

Wen Jing started the car, took off his coat and handed it to Song Nian'an, asking him to give it to Cheng Letian. The three of them drove away under Zhou Liang's watchful eye.

Along the way, Song Nian'an wiped Cheng Letian's face and fed him water, completely ignoring the driver, Wen Da.

It wasn't until Song Nian'an had taken Cheng Letian home and settled him in that she remembered Mr. Wen, the "hero who saved the beauty."

When Song Nian'an came out of Cheng Letian's house, she saw Wen Jing standing by the car at the door and said with a little guilt, "Thank you, I'm glad you came."

Wen Jing suddenly leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against Song Nian'an's ear, making her ticklish and causing her to pull away. A complaining voice whispered in her ear:

"I thought you were ignoring me the whole time, that you were only concerned about other things, you man."

Song Nian'an's ears turned red again. Wen Jing opened the car door and gestured for him to get in so they could talk.

The two returned to the car, but this time Song Nian'an sat obediently in the passenger seat, and there was no man in the way in the back seat.

The car moved forward slowly, with a small crack left in the window.

The smell of alcohol and cigarettes was so strong that the bar was like a giant dye vat, even staining Song Nian'an's hair.

He himself disliked it and was afraid that Wen Jing would find it distasteful.

The wind was particularly strong at night, and soon Song Nian'an sneezed.

"You forgot about it just two days after your fever subsided?" Wen Jing's tone was a little impatient. He pressed a button and closed all the car windows.

Song Nian'an's eyes widened slightly, both afraid of being disliked and afraid of Wen Jing getting angry. After all, she had just hit someone in the bar and been hit on by some thug... any one of these things would make Wen Jing angry.

Like a child who has done something wrong, waiting for their parents to interrogate them.

Wen Jing casually turned on some music and glanced at Song Nian'an out of the corner of his eye while waiting for the red light.

Song Nian'an seemed to have her thoughts read at a glance, and said nothing.

Wen Jing led him out of the car, holding Song Nian'an's hand tightly. As soon as the door opened, Wen Jing lifted Song Nian'an's arm and pressed him against the door.

What I expected to be blame and anger turned into a long and delicate French kiss.

When Wen Jing let go of him, he hugged him and said softly, "Baby, you can rely on me for anything in the future. After all, I'm a powerful backer."

Song Nian'an's worries vanished instantly with the softness of the kiss, and she exclaimed inwardly, "My husband is so, so, so gentle! He's such a good kisser!"

After hearing Song Nian'an's praise, Wen Jing kissed him on the lips again with satisfaction: "Your kissing skills have improved quite a bit."

Song Nian'an was still reeling from what had just happened, and replied in a daze, "That's all thanks to Master's excellent guidance..."