The noisy nightclub was dimly lit and crowded, but it seemed like no one was watching me.
But my intuition is usually right.
This isn't the first or second time; every time I go to a nightclub, I feel like someone is watching me.
"I'm so tired tonight, I'll give you an extra tip later," I whispered in the male model's ear.
Modern male models are so sophisticated, even using high-end unisex fragrances that are clean, refreshing, and not greasy at all.
I returned to the booth and had just sat down when Ji Yan handed me a plate of peeled oranges.
"I had Miss Wen peel all the pith off the orange for you, leaving not a single bit." He smiled, looking very ingratiating.
Following his gaze, I saw... Wen Yu.
The eldest daughter of the Wen family in the capital, and Ji Yan's fiancée.
She sat quietly in a corner, her back straight, her posture elegant, and her temperament gentle and serene, exuding an intellectual air.
When she met my gaze, she nodded politely.
"I'll feed you," Ji Yan said, feeding me a segment of orange.
I immediately dodged.
What's his situation?
He made his fiancée peel oranges for me in public and even fed me oranges in front of her.
What a despicable act!
“I hate eating oranges.” I gave him a cold look and moved to a spot far away from him.
Wen Yu remained silent and unmoved.
Before long, Ji Yan was off flirting with a group of beautiful women again, having a great time.
"Men are all the same," I said to Luo Luo, taking a sip of my drink.
"I heard that Ji Yan didn't want this marriage, but was forced into it by Uncle Ji. You don't know, Miss Wen is now a well-known simp in Beijing's social circles. She chases after Ji Yan every day to please him, and even learned to ride a motorcycle for him. Ji Yan can't shake her off no matter what."
Luo Luo told me in a low voice.
This is the first time I've ever heard of this.
Seeing Ji Yan glancing at Wen Yu every now and then, I curled my lip and said, "He's just waiting to be cremated! But, it seems like Wen Yu isn't really sincere towards Ji Yan."
"You could tell that? Wen Yu did have a deceased white moonlight, Ji Yan should know that," Luo Luo added.
I:"……"
I don't know what to say for a moment. All this love and romance is really exhausting.
"Let's not talk about that anymore, Qiaoqiao, you're in such a great mood right now, I'm so happy for you, let's have a toast!" Luoluo clinked glasses with me.
I touched her too.
Looking back on those two weeks of utter darkness two years ago, I truly feel like I've come back to life.
I'm reminded of a motivational quote: It's actually your emotions that have hit a dead end, not your life.
At 10:30 p.m., Luo Luo and I left the nightclub on time.
We walked arm in arm, swaying as we strolled down the bar street toward the parking lot.
"Luo Luo, someone is following us."
I didn't stop walking; I leaned close to Luo Luo's ear and whispered something.
Luo Luo suddenly stopped and looked back.
I looked over and clearly saw a figure disappear into the shadows when we turned our heads.
"Who is it? Show yourself to me!" Luo Luo took a step forward, but I pulled her back.
"Let's go quickly."
I didn't want anything to go wrong, so I pulled her along and we kept walking.
My heart was pounding, and I felt I needed to call the police.
At the next intersection, Luo Luo pulled me around the corner and hid against the wall.
What are you doing?
"Let's see who it is!"
She said in a low voice.
I was so angry with her; she really wasn't afraid of causing trouble.
We hid by the wall, and after a while, a figure appeared on the ground, and a man walked out from around the corner.
He was dressed in work clothes, wearing black Doc Martens, with a neat buzz cut, protruding ears, and a pair of black headphones.
Luo Luo swung her bag and threw it at him.
It was only then that I realized what was happening, and I went forward to pull Luo Luo away.
But it was too late.
Before Luo Luo could even get close to the other person, the other person turned around and kicked her with a long leg.
I was shocked.
Fortunately, the other person withdrew their foot in time.
“Fu Ren”.
I recognized the man standing under the streetlight, with a stern and thin face, and a posture as straight as a pine tree.
"Qiaoqiao, who is he? Should we call the police?"
"No need, I know him," I reassured Luo Luo.
Fu Ren looked at me with an arrogant expression, seemingly unwilling to acknowledge me.
I didn't want to talk to him or ask him why he was always staring at me in nightclubs, so I dragged Luo Luo away.
The next time I faced Fu Ren was in the underground parking lot.
As soon as I got off the bus, a robber wearing a black hood snatched my bag and pulled out my phone to steal it.
Fu Ren suddenly rushed out and hit the opponent in the back with a baseball bat, causing the opponent to fall to the ground immediately.
He tossed me his phone and bent down to pick up my bag from the ground.
“Tell your master that stealing my phone won’t do you any good. I have backups of all those videos, you idiot,” I said disdainfully to the robber who was panting on the ground.
Without a doubt, it must have been Qin Lulu who told him to do it.
He took the bag from Fu Ren and used sign language to communicate with me.
"I don't understand," I said indifferently.
He grabbed my phone and started typing in the notes app.
I glanced at his missing little finger.
He quickly turned his phone screen towards me: Who is his master?
"Why should I tell you? Mind your own business." I snatched the phone away.
I remember that Fu Ren used to dislike me a lot. He even messed up my brake lines for Shi Xia's sake. Now he's following me and protecting me. What does that mean?
But who cares?
I turned to leave.
He then used sign language on me. I glared at him, but noticed a hint of sadness in his eyes.
I hesitated for a moment, then handed the phone back to him and asked him to type.
Fu Ren tapped his phone screen with his thumb, looking hesitant and thoughtful. I leaned closer.
On the memo, he had just typed "Brother Fu called"...
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