"Say something, what are you staring at?"

Yang Jinchu even raised his voice noticeably, grabbing Chu Wuyang's arm.

The latter even swayed slightly.

She stared at him blankly, momentarily forgetting to answer.

Ye Yuhe, who was standing to the side, was also stunned by the sudden situation.

Li Yan stepped forward to grab Yang Jinchu, but before he could even touch him, Yang Jinchu yanked him away as if he had anticipated this.

His tone was filled with impatience as he shouted, "Get out!"

The force was so great that Li Yan slammed into a wall, letting out a muffled groan.

As he was about to continue forward,

Chu Wuyang stopped him with a look.

"say!"

Yang Jinchu's patience was running out, and he urged her on.

Chu Wuyang hurriedly said

"I bumped into something quite badly yesterday, it's nothing serious. Besides Young Master Zhou, there was no one else around."

"What’s wrong with you?",

After listening, Yang Jinchu lowered his arm, his facial muscles tensing, and asked again.

"What were you doing? How did you suddenly fall? Don't you know what you were doing...?"

He paused for a moment, then continued slowly.

"Don't you know you have a tendency to form keloids, and your blood clotting ability is also poor? You've been a handful since you were little, and every bump and scrape leaves a mark."

His tone was full of reproach.

As she spoke, she pulled up Chu Wuyang's wrist to examine it; a faint cut was almost completely gone.

His low scolding was tinged with concern.

"Look at this wound, that's where you accidentally cut yourself five years ago. Even after annual scabbing treatments, it still left a mark. Don't you even notice?"

Chu Wuyang and Ye Yuhe didn't find it strange.

After all, before Chu Wuyang returned to China at the age of 13, she was basically raised by Yang Jinchu.

The two were so familiar with each other that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were family.

Li Yan, standing to the side, frowned even more deeply. He didn't know how to explain this to his boss.

I'm already mentally prepared to be sent to Africa to do hard labor.

"Yes, I'll be more careful in the future,"

Chu Wuyang nodded.

After hearing this, Yang Jinchu's tense facial muscles relaxed slightly.

He then lowered his eyes, slowly took two steps back, and while straightening his sleeves that had been wrinkled from the sudden movement, asked again.

"You can't hold your liquor either. Did you fall down while drinking? Stopping the bleeding is troublesome. I hope I didn't bother Young Master Zhou?"

His tone was casual, but his eyes were very serious.

Chu Wuyang met his gaze, slightly intimidated, somewhat like a bloodline suppression. He honestly confessed.

"It wasn't much trouble for him. Zhou Heng was drunk at the time, and his vision was so blurry that he mistook my birthmark for a tattoo. I only asked him for a handkerchief, and I'll give him a new one next time."

A glint of swiftness flashed in Yang Jinchu's eyes, followed by a low, soft chuckle.

He said this with an tone of agreement with her.

"He was definitely drunk; how could he mistake that?"

Then he changed the subject and explained,

"But since they helped you, remember to express your gratitude by giving them a new handkerchief. Don't be stingy and just wash the dirty one and return it to them."

Chu Wuyang said hesitantly:

"No, he took the dirty handkerchief and threw it away himself. I'll send him a new one."

Yang Jin paused, then nodded.

"You guys play by yourselves, I have to go."

He turned and left, his back to everyone, his face displaying a ruthless expression that no one could see.

Like raging waves in a storm, trying to destroy everything.

The trio fell silent for a moment, until Ye Yuhe suddenly snapped out of her reverie.

Just as Chu Wuyang was about to catch up with Yang Jinchu to take her to the casino, she reached out and grabbed her arm.

At that moment, the door to the reception room creaked open again.

A fat, white foreign man squeezed out and, seeing Yang Jinchu not far away, shouted:

"Hey, Chu, wait for me!"

Behind the short, stout figure were two tall bodyguards, who staggered forward to catch up with Yang Jinchu.

The latter had stopped and turned around to look at them.

As the obese man passed the three people, he suddenly stopped after taking only two steps.

His gaze swept over the three faces, finally settling on Chu Wuyang.

With a wicked, playful smile on his face, Li Yan stood gracefully in front of Chu Wuyang, blocking her lewd gaze.

The obese man, having been rebuffed, looked up at Li Yan and immediately gestured for his two bodyguards to act.

Yang Jinchu, who was not far away, urged loudly:

"Frank, hurry up."

Upon hearing this, the obese man didn't hesitate and quickly jogged over, with his two bodyguards close behind.

Chu Wuyang looked over and saw the man walk up to Yang Jinchu and say something.

He would occasionally turn back to look at them with a lewd grin.

Yang Jinchu, with a gloomy expression, put his hands in his pockets and strode away.

Despite the fat man panting and jogging behind,

Everyone had disappeared.

The three of them also went to the theater.

The two walked ahead, and Li Yan disappeared into the crowd.

"Brother Jin Chu seems to have changed a lot. He scared me just now. He used to be the gentlest, pure and innocent like the bright moon. Now he's learned all that frivolous and dissolute ways."

Ye Yuhe sighed, while Chu Wuyang seemed lost in thought and did not respond.

"Yangyang, who is Wen Ying that you just mentioned?"

Chu Wuyang said, "Yang Jin's first girlfriend."

Ye Yuhe fell silent, her eyes darkening, while Chu Wuyang taunted her.

"What's wrong? Yang Jinchu isn't young anymore, it's normal for him to have a girlfriend. She's none of your business, why are you so upset?"

Ye Yuhe shook her head.

"No, are all men like this? Brother Jinchu used to love you very much, but now he can still have women on both sides."

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