Harbor Spring Tide

(The score has just been released, it will rise.) Yan Jing Fu comes from a top aristocratic family in Hong Kong, possessing hundreds of billions in assets, and is the unofficial master of the city....

Chapter 52: You, Come with Me

Chapter 52: You, Come with Me

Chapter 52: You, Come with Me

Xiao ran to Wen Jinye, still shaken, and sobbed, "Jinye-jie, are you alright?"

She felt terribly guilty, "I shouldn't have been so reckless as to provoke him."

Wen Jin also came to her senses, "It's alright, everything's alright."

Xiao Yin leaned against Wen Jinye, her eyes still showing some shock, and whispered in Wen Jinye's ear, "It was actually Mr. Fu who helped us."

She was unaware of Wen Jinye's past with Fu Yanjing, and assumed that Fu Yanjing acted out of a shallow affection stemming from their brief encounter.

She wanted to thank him but didn't dare. Her fiery temper had long since vanished, and she waited patiently for Wen Jin to speak.

Wen Jin bit her lip and met his gaze.

He seemed aloof and indifferent, as if he had no intention of acknowledging her, more like a passerby who couldn't stand the situation and had come to her aid.

"Let's go first, don't disturb him."

But somehow this touched a nerve with the man. His dark eyes flashed with coldness as he called out to the fleeing figure, "Reporter Wen, there's a limit to being an ingrate."

The warning, delivered in a lukewarm tone, made the already tense atmosphere even more strained.

Xiao Yin's phone rang at an inopportune moment.

She pointed to her phone somewhat awkwardly, "My boyfriend is here to pick me up, Sister Jin."

Fu Yanjing, who knew everything, sent a security guard to escort Xiao Yin out.

Fu Yanjing's gaze fell on her still-bleeding wound, the bloodstains winding down her arm, looking particularly horrifying on her delicate, fair arm.

The red marks on her cheek from being pinched were also quite noticeable.

Fu Yanjing's warm fingertips brushed against the wine stain that had been splashed on Wen Jinye's brow bone. "You came here to have fun, are you happy?"

These sarcastic remarks were grating to hear, and Wen Jin inexplicably felt rebellious. "I'm not the one who did anything wrong. You should say these sarcastic things to the people on Earth."

Fu Yanjing laughed in exasperation, "You have to compare yourself to others? Can't you see he's almost dead?"

The floral shirt had lost even the energy to hum a tune.

He lay sprawled at my feet like a lump of mud.

Wen Jin also fell silent.

She suddenly realized that Fu Yanjing always seemed to appear precisely at every moment when she was in a bad situation.

It's like some kind of pre-set rule.

I have to make sure he sees my misfortune.

She wanted to ask Fu Yanjing why he was here.

But when I looked up, I was met with several pairs of eyes watching the commotion from the railing of the second-floor pavilion.

Among them, Xu Xiangbai's is the brightest.

Watching the commotion from upstairs wasn't enough; when she suddenly met Wen Jinye's gaze, she simply strolled downstairs leisurely.

Clean up the mess.

Xu Xiangbai lazily beckoned to the people, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and drag this lump of pork off the ground, it's an eyesore here."

Several security guards came over in an orderly manner to carry away the pigs.

Xu Xiangbai's gaze lingered on Wen Jinye and Fu Yanjing, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. "Brother Jing, are you going up for a drink later? He Jiayu is coming over after her event."

"No." Fu Yanjing nodded his chin at Wen Jinye, his tone leaving no room for argument, "You, come with me."

"no."

Wen Jin also took two steps back, thinking of An Yu who was still drunk and oblivious in the private room. "My friend is still in the private room, I have to go back."

Where is your friend?

"Private room 107."

Fu Yanjing casually kicked Xu Xiangbai, who was watching the commotion, and instructed, "Go take a look."

Xu Xiangbai never expected that watching the excitement would lead him to get himself involved.

Just as I was about to change course, Wen Jin spoke up again.

"That won't work either, her stomach isn't feeling well right now, I have to..."

Her words were interrupted by Fu Yanjing's actions.

The man grabbed her wrist of her injured arm, which was now covered in blood, and even her clothes were stained.

"How can you worry about others when you can't even take care of yourself?"

"You want your friend to see you like this and be scared sober? Your method of sobering up is quite unconventional."

His sarcastic remarks were quite reasonable, which immediately silenced Wen Jin.

But she still hesitated, "An Yu might not be a good drinker, I'm afraid Xu—"

After considering her words, Wen Jin, who wasn't very familiar with Xu Xiangbai, ultimately addressed him as "Mr. Xu."

"I'm afraid Mr. Xu won't be able to handle An Yu."

Xu Xiangbai was utterly overwhelmed by being addressed as "Mr. Xu".

"Don't say that. I would go through fire and water for Brother Jing."

That's not quite that exaggerated.

Xu Xiangbai recalled the night Wen Jinye got drunk, and how she acted as if she wanted to fight Fu Yanjing to the death.

Seeing that she was still a little worried, Xu Xiangbai smiled and said, "Don't worry, Reporter Wen. You go and treat your wound first. I will keep in touch with A-Jing the whole time and make sure your friend gets home safely."

"Besides, even if your friend is a terrible drinker, can he be as bad as you?"

After saying this, Xu Xiangbai walked into room 107.

A minute later, he felt like slapping himself twice.

commit a sin.

What nonsense did he just spout?

It's true what they say, birds of a feather flock together.

Looking at the woman who was hugging his neck and treating him like a male model, Xu Xiangbai just wanted to call Wen Jinye and Fu Yanjing back.

Who exactly is unable to get home safely?

Isn't male safety safe?

An Yu was so drunk that she was oblivious to the world around her.

She vaguely remembered that she had ordered a few male models.

So when the door to the private room was pushed open and a strange man walked in, An Yu subconsciously assumed that this was the male model she had ordered.

He's over 1.8 meters tall, has a well-defined face, and a V-shaped waist...

Each one was on her bloodline.

An Yu swayed as she got up, wrapped her arms around the male model's neck, and said with satisfaction, "He truly lives up to his sky-high price tag; this is definitely the most worthwhile thing I've ever spent!"

Her slender, pale fingers traced patterns on Xu Xiangbai's body, her drowsy, mumbled questioningly, "Why are you the only one here? Where are the other brothers?"

Xu Xiangbai was momentarily panicked, unsure whether to protect her chest or her lower body first.

He struggled to pull the woman away, asking, "Where do you live?"

An Yu let out a burp, and despite her stunningly beautiful face, she spouted vulgarities.

"You little rascal, you want to come home with me on your first day meeting your sister."

"Are you going to ask me next if my bed is soft?"

She poked Xu Xiangbai's lips with her fingertip, her sweet scent mingled with the smell of alcohol as she leaned closer, "But my sister buys art, not her body."

Xu Xiangbai removed the person from his body. "I'll take you back."

"I still have to deliver on my promise."

An Yu bared her teeth and brandished her claws, "No! I paid for it!"

My head is buzzing.

Looking at the woman in front of me, swaying unsteadily, her tongue slurred, freely indulging in her drunken antics.

Patience has run out.

He bent down and hoisted An Yu onto his shoulder.

Forget everything else, let's get them out of here first.

Feeling weightless, An Yu instantly felt dizzy and disoriented.

My already foggy head turned into a complete mess.

"Hey—" she protested, her words mumbled, "I'm not taking you home."

My stomach is being squeezed.

An Yu was in terrible pain.

Her naturally hanging hands frantically slapped Xu Xiangbai's back, while her legs kicked wildly.

"You brute, you're making me throw up."

"Even though I paid for it, I never said you could force yourself on me!"

"Help! The male model I ordered has turned out to be a celestial being."

She whimpered and struggled against Xu Xiangbai, attracting the attention of many people in the hall.

"Shut up!" Xu Xiangbai said through gritted teeth, his face dark. "You've ruined my reputation."