The bar, now empty, was quite spacious. Several meters away, he, dressed entirely in black, walked towards them.
The dim lights of the bar gradually illuminated his face.
His black clothes made his handsome face appear even paler. Beneath his sword-like eyebrows, a pair of dark eyes were fixed on me. The man's thin lips were slightly pursed, and his aura was gloomy and terrifying.
I gritted my teeth and suppressed the fear rising in my heart.
He must be angry that I called him a dupe for my idol.
He must have felt insulted, especially in front of so many people.
I'm going to humiliate him. Who told him to humiliate me first?
A sense of vindictive satisfaction compelled me to pick up my glass, tilt my head back, and drink it all in one gulp.
"Let's keep playing!"
I sat down, my gaze sweeping over the people at the table, and said with a carefree smile.
At that moment, I felt a pair of fixed gazes on me, and I stared intently.
Across the long table, Song Sinan was looking at me. His gaze was deep, and his eyes seemed to be churning with a complex mix of emotions, their light hazy.
My cheeks flushed, and I felt a little embarrassed.
Does my crush think I still have feelings for him?
"Qiaoqiao..." Luoluo grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to my senses.
She whispered, "He's here. I think I just heard it!"
"So what?" I smirked.
In the blink of an eye, Fu Yanshen had already circled around the long table and was getting closer and closer to me, his familiar sense of oppression pressing down on me.
I gripped the wine glass tightly, determined to be fearless of him.
"Mr. Fu, are you here to pick someone up again?"
Ji Yan rested his elbow on the table, propped his chin on his hand, tilted his head, and asked in a raised voice with a half-smile.
A warm sensation came from the back of my neck, and a clean, crisp woody scent mixed with a familiar masculine aroma enveloped me. The man's rough fingers pinched my neck.
"They're gone."
Fu Yanshen's cold voice came from above my head.
There was no discussion or the usual threats; it was just a statement, yet it exuded power and domineering attitude.
It's as if I have no choice but to leave.
I twisted my neck, broke free from his hand, tilted my head to the side, and glared at him.
He was looking at me too, a faint smile playing on his lips, yet his entire being emanated a chilling aura of bloodthirstiness and ruthlessness.
I arrogantly curled the corners of my lips and said, "I...am not...going...back."
Each word was spoken slowly and deliberately, conveying a deep-seated determination and a defiant attitude towards him.
With so many friends around, do you think I'm afraid he'll kill me?
This time, in front of my crush, I didn't pretend to be happy anymore.
My marriage is a complete mess, what's the point of pretending?
Fu Yanshen didn't say anything. He forcefully pulled my chair away, the chair legs scraping against the ground with a sharp, piercing sound. The next moment, he grabbed my arm and pulled hard.
"Ouch—it hurts!"
I was forced to stand up. He was rough and used brute force. I felt like my elbow was about to dislocate, and I screamed in pain.
Ignoring my cries, he pulled me away.
"Let her go!"
A cold, deep male voice came from the other side.
It's Song Sinan.
He stood up, his face dark and his eyes coldly fixed on Fu Yanshen.
Ji Yan also slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his brows furrowed with arrogance.
"Fu Yanshen, you, you let go of Qiao Qiao! Didn't you hear her say she didn't want to go back? Didn't you hear her cry out in pain?"
Luo Luo had already rushed in front of Fu Yanshen. She looked up with her sweet face, her brows furrowed, and she yelled at him fiercely.
Fu Yanshen was clearly taken aback, his gaze sweeping over the three people protecting me.
He has his brothers, his sister, and his ideal woman; I also have my best friend, my childhood sweetheart, and my ideal woman to protect me!
I took the opportunity to break free from him and quickly ran to Luo Luo's side. Luo Luo immediately took my arm, and I felt much more at ease.
"Fu Yanshen! I'm not going back with you tonight!"
I shouted with full confidence.
Fu Yanshen narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze fixed on me, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
"Sheng Qiaoqiao, I'll give you one more chance."
His tone was chilling, as if he came from hell.
"She doesn't need this opportunity."
At that moment, a broad and tall figure stood protectively in front of me and Luo Luo.
It was still Song Sinan.
He spoke calmly to Fu Yanshen, his words carrying an air of authority without anger.
"Then, Mr. Song, I won't stand on ceremony."
Fu Yanshen's tone was sarcastic.
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his foot to kick Song Sinan's cheek. The male god nimbly dodged to the side, turned around, and raised his long leg to strike back!
Luo Luo pulled me aside, and my heart was in my throat.
Song Sinan actually fought with Fu Yanshen for my sake!
He's a gentle and refined man, how could he be a match for Fu Yanshen, a scoundrel from a humble background!
"Stop hitting!"
"Ji Yan, you, you must help Brother Si Nan!"
I shouted loudly, afraid that Song Sinan would suffer because of me, especially his artistic hands. What if they got injured?
I didn't understand for a moment why he was helping me like this!
At that moment, I felt a pair of eyes staring at me; it was Fu Yanshen.
His face was dark and gloomy, his eyes fixed on me with a sinister and ruthless gaze, his hands clenched into fists in front of his chest, in a fighting stance.
"Qiaoqiao! Don't worry, my boss is a top-notch expert in both swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat!"
Luo Luo proudly raised her voice.
My idol can fight?
I was surprised, but also secretly relieved.
He took off his mechanical watch, tossed it on the table beside him, unbuttoned his cuffs, and exuded an air of nobility with his elegant posture.
Fu Yanshen, exuding a sharp and malevolent aura, seemed intent on killing Song Sinan. At this moment, he launched an attack on Song Sinan.
The male god was no pushover either; he reacted nimbly to dodge his attack and quickly counterattacked.
The two men went back and forth, each move fierce and ruthless, neither giving an inch.
Everyone stepped aside. My palms were sweating as I watched them fight, worried about Song Sinan.
However, I didn't expect that his skills were indeed no less than Fu Yanshen's.
"don't want!"
Just as the two were evenly matched, Fu Yanshen suddenly pulled out a pistol from his back waist and pointed the muzzle at Song Sinan's forehead.
My heart nearly jumped out of my throat, and I shouted loudly.
Damn it, Fu Yanshen, he actually drew his gun!
Song Sinan stopped, his chest heaving, but he looked at Fu Yanshen calmly.
"Fu Yanshen, you...you have no sportsmanship!" Luo Luo shouted angrily, "How can you carry a gun?!"
He's a bandit, he has no sense of martial ethics!
I clenched my fists and stared at him.
Under the lights, the man dressed in black had beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. His deep black eyes were filled with a sinister gaze as he stared intently at Song Sinan opposite him.
It looked like he was about to be shot dead at any moment!
"Don't worry, he won't dare to touch Brother Nan!" Ji Yan said loudly at this moment.
Fu Yanshen curled his lips into a smile, and his index finger pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Fu Yanshen! Put down the gun, and I'll go with you!" I shouted in fright.
For some reason, at that moment, I had a gut feeling that he would shoot Song Sinan dead.
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