On the other side, Su Su was singing a love song with a glamorous male model, her off-key singing deafening.

The surrounding cheers were so loud they gave me a headache.

"Sister Zhenzhen, is the juice okay?" The male model handed over a bottle of orange juice.

Qiao Zhen saw that it had just been opened, thanked her, and was about to take it—

"like--"

The female voice, suddenly rising to a high note at the end, cracked and was so shrill it almost pierced the eardrums.

Qiao Zhen and the male model were startled. The bottle shook violently, and sticky juice spilled onto their clothes.

Qiao Zhen was alright, with only a few scattered marks, but the male model was in a terrible state, with a large stain spreading across his khaki trousers.

"I'm sorry." Qiao Zhen thought it was because her hand was shaking, so she quickly took out a tissue from her bag.

High-sugar fruit juices are sticky and can't be wiped clean with paper towels at all.

"It was my fault for not holding it properly," the male model said gently. "Sister Zhenzhen, let me go with you to the restroom to wipe it off, otherwise it will be hard to clean if left for too long."

Qiao Zhen didn't want to ruin this dress that she had only worn a few times. Since she didn't know where the restroom was, she asked the male model to lead the way.

All the private room doors were closed, except for one that was open, which drew Qiao Zhen's attention to look inside.

Lu Zheng sat on the sofa, his well-tailored suit highlighting his strong and handsome physique. His long legs were casually crossed, revealing a section of his sharply defined ankles. He exuded an inexplicable sense of asceticism.

He sat next to Chen Yan, who was talking with a smile.

Lu Zheng listened attentively.

Suddenly, Shen Yan grabbed Lu Zheng's arm and her lips were about to touch Lu Zheng's face.

The two of them look like a match made in heaven.

Qiao Zhen's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly quickened her pace.

At the same time, Lu Zheng turned his head to avoid Chen Yan's approach and looked towards the door.

He only saw a skirt fluttering away, which looked very familiar.

Qiao Zhen followed the male model to the far east end of the corridor, where the restrooms were unisex and consisted of individual cubicles with their own sinks.

The male model borrowed the cleaning lady's clothes to wash them and squatted down to help Qiao Zhen clean her skirt.

Qiao Zhen hurriedly said, "Go ahead and do your thing, I can do it myself."

The male model shook his head, "Serving our customers well is our principle, otherwise the boss will deduct my bonus."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Zhen stopped trying to persuade him. Watching the male model carefully and meticulously clean the stains, while maintaining a polite distance and making no improper gestures, she had an even better impression of him.

"Alright." The male model looked up with a smile, rolled up his sleeves, and fanned his face. "Sister Zhenzhen, is this alright?"

Qiao Zhen didn't look at the hem of the skirt; her gaze was drawn to the purplish-blue bruises on the male model's arm. "How did you get hurt?"

The male model awkwardly put his arms behind his back, his smile gradually freezing, and his face turned pale. "It's because I didn't serve the customer well the day before yesterday, and the boss hit me with a baseball bat."

Qiao Zhen was surprised, "Why don't you leave and get a proper job?"

"My mother is seriously ill and hospitalized, and we need several million. This is the fastest way to make money." The male model sighed and quietly took half a step closer to Qiao Zhen, his eyes misting over, making his fox-like eyes even more charming.

Qiao Zhen thought of her own mother and felt a sense of shared sorrow. "Keep going, you still need to find a proper job in the future..."

“Sister Zhenzhen,” the male model approached again, tears welling up in his eyes, “you are the only customer I’ve ever met who has been kind to me.”

"Bang!"

The cubicle door slammed shut behind the male model, and at the same time, the male model lunged at Qiao Zhen.

Qiao Zhen dodged to the side, but the male model was faster, throwing himself into her arms and only sobbing softly.

"..." Qiao Zhen was a little confused. Which part of the song was being sung?

She never expected the male model to react so pitifully. Just as she was about to push him away and say a few words of comfort, a warm touch brushed against her waist, sending shivers down her spine.

She stared in astonishment as the male model raised his head.

"Let me thank you, Sister Zhenzhen." A husky, alluring voice whispered in her ear, his eyes gleaming with irresistible power.

Then, his lips were about to touch hers, and his hand on her waist skillfully kneaded and teased her.

Qiao Zhen felt nauseous and hurriedly pushed him away with all her might, shouting, "No need!"

"Sister Zhenzhen, why are you so coldly rejecting me? Are you really willing to let go?" The male model not only didn't let go, but also held Qiao Zhen even tighter, like a wolf full of confidence that it could get its prey.

Because he used the same tactics to gain sympathy and seduce several women into spending money on him.

Once you've slept together, everything is fine.

He refused to believe that this simple and naive woman could escape his grasp.

"Get out of here!" Qiao Zhen felt so nauseous from the greasiness that she desperately shoved the male model away.

But the tall male model was someone she couldn't possibly contend with; she couldn't budge him an inch.

The male model's hand began to wander downwards, preparing to lift the skirt. In this critical moment, Qiao Zhen remembered a self-defense instruction video she had seen before, and immediately raised her leg to deliver a knee strike between the male model's legs.

"Bang!" Another loud noise, like a thunderclap, blasted the light from outside into the dark cubicle.

Qiao Zhen looked over the male model's shoulder and saw Lu Zheng in the light, as if a god had descended.

No, they're more like demons that have come riding on the flames of hell!

His handsome face was covered with frost, his eyes were sharp as knives, and his terrifying and imposing aura swept over him like a tidal wave.

He lunged forward and grabbed the male model by the back of his collar.

To Qiao Zhen, this tall man was like a little chick in Lu Zheng's hands, easily tossed aside.

The male model slammed into the wall, his head hitting the tiled surface with a dull thud. He then collapsed to the ground, clutching his head and groaning in pain.

"Where did he touch you?" Lu Zheng asked in a deep voice.

Qiao Zhen was so frightened by Lu Zheng's appearance that she gasped for breath and involuntarily raised her hand to cover her burning cheeks, not daring to look at him.

Lu Zheng raised an eyebrow, turned around, grabbed the male model by the collar, lifted him up, and punched him in the face.

"puff--"

The male model's teeth flew out, along with a mouthful of blood.

As if one punch wasn't enough to vent his anger, more punches rained down on the male model's proud face.

Even the woman's scream in the restroom couldn't stop Lu Zheng.

Seeing that the male model's face was already bruised and swollen, and that he might die if the beating continued, Qiao Zhen quickly went out to stop it, "He's about to die, President Lu!"

Lu Zheng stopped and disgustedly left the male model, whose face was now unrecognizable.

"Lu Zheng!" Shen Yan strode forward, grabbed Lu Zheng's arm, and glanced sideways at Qiao Zhen. "President Zhang saw you hitting someone and stormed off in anger!"

Lu Zheng rudely shook off Chen Yan's hand, brushed past Qiao Zhen, and went into the cubicle to wash the bloodstains off the back of his hand.

"Lu Zheng!" Shen Yan cried out, her voice trembling with tears.

The people in the cubicle ignored them.

Shen Yan glared at Qiao Zhen, "Do you know how much trouble you've caused and how much loss you've brought to Lu Zheng?! The treasure worth millions that Lu Zheng painstakingly searched for was almost in his hands, and because of you, it's all gone!"