Chapter 270: I'm afraid I'll love you so much that I won't be able to extricate myself!

Chapter 270: I'm afraid I'll love you so much that I won't be able to extricate myself!

The man with the chain flew into a rage and rushed forward to punch Zhao Jinming.

He had a cigarette dangling from his lips, squinted, and swiftly intercepted the fist, which was carrying a sharp gust of wind, in mid-air.

One fold.

The pig-like screams rang out again.

The man looked refined and slender. The chain-wearing man had spoken to him politely for a long time and thought he was a weak scholar.

Unexpectedly, his hand was incredibly strong.

His face was contorted, and he had a long, fleshy body.

The pain caused him to break free, and he knelt down in pain, his face covered in cold sweat.

Zhao Jinming then took pity on him and released his hand.

I don't know who leaked the news.

Just then, the manager finally arrived late, accompanied by a team of security personnel.

The man in the chain was in so much pain that he saw stars. When he saw the manager arrive with his men, his arrogance, which had been suppressed, reignited.

Pointing at Zhao Jinming, he said:

"You're fucking finished! Who the hell is this bastard who dares to meddle in other people's business? He even dares to offend me! I'm a VIP here, today you..."

The man with the chain stopped abruptly.

Because he saw the manager, who treated every VIP customer with neither servility nor arrogance, standing in front of Zhao Jinming.

He bowed respectfully.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, I've offended you."

Chain Man: ?

Zhao Jinming casually flicked his cigarette ash and glanced down at the chain-wearing man.

There was no obvious contempt.

It's more like they don't take this person seriously.

He didn't pay any attention to the barking of his dog.

He simply said in a cold and indifferent tone, "Aren't you going to do anything about your employees and customers being sexually harassed by this group of people at the same time?"

The manager wiped the sweat from his brow. "Of course, of course."

Zhao Jinming made no move to leave, clearly wanting to hear how they would handle the situation.

The manager hesitated for only a second before saying, "We will cancel this customer's VIP privileges, refuse to serve her again for life, and provide both ladies with some form of compensation for emotional distress."

"What? You're turning down the business I gave you to protect those two women?"

The man with the chain immediately shouted.

The well-trained security personnel quickly subdued the man and the group of scoundrels behind him.

The manager continued calmly, "If the two ladies wish to call the police, we will actively cooperate with the surveillance."

Call the police? !

Shen Jinzhao's brow twitched, and he no longer cared about looking around to minimize his presence in front of Zhao Jinming.

It felt like my tail had been stepped on.

"No...don't call the police..."

She reacted strongly, only realizing after speaking that she wasn't the first victim.

She bit her lip and looked at the waiter who was still sobbing, "Can we not call the police? I..."

The waiter nodded weakly. "Thank you for your help today."

The manager hesitated and looked at Zhao Jinming.

She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the man lower his eyes in a gesture of respect.

Security personnel dragged the few people who were shouting and complaining away like trash, and then ordered an older female team leader to calm the still-shaken waiters.

The farce, which ended without serious incident, finally came to a close.

Soon, only Shen Jinzhao and Zhao Jinming, who for some reason was still watching the show, remained in the huge corridor.

right--

Her two high heels were still lying on the ground, scattered and broken.

Shen Jinchao pressed his back against the wall, taking one step at a time, and furtively bent down to pick up one.

Then he moved over again, sneakily trying to pick up the second one.

It was unclear whether the damage was caused by the earlier beating or by the chain-wearing man's large body stepping on it.

North.

When it rains, it pours.

Just then, a clear, melodious voice sounded from behind, "Miss Wen's friend?"

Shen Jinzhao's spine stiffened slightly. "Yes... thank you for your help, Mr. Zhao."

"I'll take you back."

"No!"

Shen Jinzhao replied subconsciously, speaking as fast as if he were answering a question.

"I mean, it's too much trouble for you. I can go back by myself."

"Didn't your high heel break? Are you barefoot?"

Shen Jinzhao curled her rounded toes slightly. "It's cooler to be barefoot."

A low, deep laugh.

Zhao Jinming straightened up and walked to her side.

His tall figure cast a shadow over the girl in front of him, who kept her head down, not daring to look at him.

This posture makes the person appear even more petite.

Her long hair fell naturally, revealing her neck.

The light red birthmark above perfectly matches the one on the "mute" DJ who was accidentally injured that night.

It's the same person.

However, she left in a hurry that night wearing a mask.

At this moment, her natural beauty shines through, even without makeup.

After a brief moment of surprise, he raised an eyebrow and suddenly said:

Are you afraid of me?

Shen Jinzhao's eyelashes fluttered, and a ripple of panic appeared in her pupils.

It was as if his innermost thoughts had been touched.

"I...I'm rather shy around strangers."

If Zhao Jinming hadn't seen her swaying to the music in the center of the stage during a glamorous event, eliciting enthusiastic cheers from the audience, he would have believed it.

He smirked, "You've been avoiding me ever since that night at the bar, and you're drunk today because you saw me?"

"Miss, even if I have a bad reputation, there must be some reason why you heard about me, right?"

He moved closer, exuding a gentle thirst for knowledge, yet also a tender sense of aggression that enveloped Shen Jinzhao.

"Tell me about it?"

There is nowhere left to retreat in this present moment.

My heart sank again.

He recognized her as the woman from the bar that night.

She knew that Zhao Jinming was the kind of person who was most afraid of women's entanglement.

Marriage is also about matching social status and family background, or at least being of the same social class.

Anyway, Zhao Jinming doesn't know who he is, and his trip to Jiangbei is probably just a passing fancy; he won't stay long.

Shen Jinzhao steeled his heart and decided to go all out:

"Because I'm afraid I'll fall hopelessly in love with you!"

Zhao Jinming's usual playful ease suddenly froze.

Shen Jinchao, seizing the opportunity, delivered a powerful and emotional performance, saying:

"You are as beautiful as a goddess descended from heaven, with outstanding temperament, an excellent family background, and a helpful nature. How can there be such a perfect man as you in the world? I wasn't avoiding you that night; that's just how women whose hearts flutter."

Sure enough, Zhao Jinming frowned.

"you……"

Shen Jinzhao blinked. "I know there's no future for us. I don't want to pester you. Just let me forget you quietly on my own, Mr. Zhao."

"After all, I know that someone like me is not worthy of someone as virtuous and noble as you."

Shen Jinzhao has said too many things against his conscience, and has become somewhat unrestrained.

The more he talked, the more convincing it sounded; he almost moved himself to tears.

She thought that she had become homeless because she was trying to avoid an arranged marriage with him.

Shen Jinchao was even more tearful.

Zhao Jinming was slightly lost in thought.

Having passed through his most dissolute years, he had no intention of getting involved in romantic entanglements again at this critical juncture.

That fleeting moment of emotion, like a gentle breeze, quickly vanished.

His expression turned colder.

"The club staff will come and bring you slippers and take you home in a little while."

"As for your thoughts, keep them all to yourself."

Having said that, he took a long stride and swept past Shen Jinzhao.

The tall figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.