The night sky is still deep, the evening breeze is gentle, and the cool moon is covered by thin clouds, emitting a hazy light.

The elevator slowly descended, Su Yang's back pressed against the elevator wall, his face tired, his turbulent emotions gradually calmed down, and the anger in his eyes slowly faded away.

After leaving the club, the breeze ruffled her hair. A smoky gray Bentley stopped in the shadows not far away, the lights flashing and the window slowly lowered. She looked up and a vaguely familiar handsome face jumped into the depths of her eyes.

Su Yang stepped over, opened the passenger door, got in, and fastened his seat belt.

"How much did you drink?" The smell of alcohol made Rong Zhan frown and his voice became slightly cold.

"Not much, just a few cups." Su Yang looked at him with an indifferent expression.

"A dinner party for the show crew?"

"Um."

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy? Who pissed you off?"

Rong Zhan glanced at her pretty face, which was as calm as cold water, and heard something strange in her words. He frowned and asked with a hint of sarcasm.

There was silence in the car for a moment, and Su Yang pursed his lips: "I got into a little trouble, can you help me solve it?"

"Tell me what kind of trouble you got into."

Rong Zhan smiled softly, his long and thick eyebrows stretched out and raised slightly a few times, and he leaned back in the chair leisurely, looking like he was enjoying himself.

"You seem to be looking forward to it."

"I have solved many problems, big and small, but this is the first time I have helped my wife solve a problem. It feels a bit fresh and there is a sense of accomplishment."

Su Yang: “…”

I briefly explained to him what had just happened. Before I could finish my words, I saw Rong Zhan angrily untie his tie, unbuckle his seat belt and try to get out of the car. Su Yang grabbed him in time and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Come with me." Rong Zhan turned around, gritted his teeth and pulled the corners of his lips. Half of his handsome face was covered by haze, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

Su Yang was a little dazed, the alcohol in her body was completely washed away, the passenger door was roughly opened, her wrist was clamped and she was dragged out.

"Hey...wait a minute."

Su Yang hurriedly unbuckled her seat belt and was pulled out of the car by him. The door was slammed shut, and before she could react, she was pulled into the elevator by Rong Zhan.

"Which floor?"

"6th floor." Su Yang looked at his gloomy and deep profile: "What are you going to do?"

"I'm here to support you."

Su Yang's mouth curled up unconsciously, and he lowered his eyes to glance at the slender wrist wrapped in his broad palm. He felt inexplicably at ease, and the slight grievance that had originally floated in his heart was also replaced by this unprecedented sense of security.

This feeling of being protected seems to have been missing for many years.

It was just like in the past, when she was wronged outside and went home to complain to her mother, her mother would take her to seek justice, favoritism and a sense of security.

It was strange, yet made her yearn for it.

As soon as the elevator arrived, Rong Zhan pulled her out, glancing left and right at the private rooms on both sides, and finally stopped outside a private room with a half-open door. A loud and angry complaint came from inside.

"I have lived for forty-three years, and I have only been beaten by a woman. Who the hell is Su Yang? She thought that she could become a phoenix by marrying into the Rong family. Would the Rong family like an illegitimate daughter like her? Everyone knows that Rong Zhan only married her because of their horoscopes. How dare she threaten me..."

"Bang--"

Before the person inside could finish his words, the door of the private room was kicked open. Everyone looked towards the door, and after seeing the two figures clearly at the door, they were all dumbfounded and terrified.

Han Zheng was in the middle of complaining, and hadn't vented all his anger yet. He turned around impatiently, but before he could see the person's face clearly, he saw a foot wearing high-end leather shoes suddenly kicking him, which was exactly what he wanted.

The people around immediately stood up and avoided this place, frightened by this sudden scene and dared not move.

"ah……"

Han Zheng tried to get up while cursing, but the pair of high-end leather shoes came over and stepped on his arm. He cried out in pain and only then could he see the ugly face high above him, like the King of Hell.

His pupils shrank, and before he could come to his senses, another fist was thrown at his face, and his collar was lifted up, forcing him to look directly into those sharp and domineering eyes of a falcon, while at the same time, a cold voice like a Shura from hell was circling in his ears.

"How dare you look at my woman? If you don't want your eyes anymore, go to the hospital and donate them."

"What the hell are you, you dare to jump in front of me?" Rong Zhan leaned forward slightly, stepped on his arm with a little more force, and narrowed his eyes viciously.

“Ah…”

Han Zheng uttered a mournful cry once again, and everyone present was stunned. No one dared to step forward to stop him.

Su Yang, who was standing at the door, saw this and walked over to hold his arm: "It's okay, Rong Zhan."

Hearing her voice, Rong Zhan shook off his collar and removed his foot from his arm. He shook off his coat and put one hand into his trouser pocket: "Su Yang, I'm here to protect you. If anyone dares to covet her, I don't mind chopping off his hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, his sinister eyes kept scanning Fang Zhiheng in the crowd. He took Su Yang's hand, angrily kicked away the wine bottle in front of him, and turned to leave the private room.

Fang Zhiheng was so frightened by his eyes that he trembled, swallowed his saliva, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

In the car.

Su Yang held his hand and looked at it from left to right. When he found that everything was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief. A pleasant and playful male voice came from above his head: "Are you heartbroken?"

Su Yang raised her eyes and let go of his hand: "It wasn't long ago that the stitches on your hand were removed. It's not worth getting hurt again for someone like Han Zheng. Does it hurt?"

To be honest, she was shocked when he kicked Han Zheng, but when she heard what he said, she was very happy, unprecedentedly happy.

“Hmm—”

As soon as he finished speaking, his arm was suddenly pulled hard, and his whole body leaned forward. He felt a slight heat around his waist, and the seat belt on his body was pulled to the bottom. The cool lips took away his breath.

Domineering yet gentle.

He was asserting his sovereignty, showing her his overwhelming possessiveness.

"Su Yang..." A deep and sexy voice came out slowly from her throat, revealing a charming allure.

"Um?"

"Next time, you are not allowed to attend such gatherings."

Su Yang nodded, and suddenly remembered something, and pushed him away: "However, I also had some unexpected gains from attending the party today."

"What's the catch?"

Su Yang took out her phone, found the photo she had taken before, and handed it to him. Rong Zhan took it and looked at it carefully, frowning: "Qi Tianhao?"

"Um."

Rong Zhan returned the phone to her, took out his own phone and prepared to call Qin Yu, but was suddenly held down by a white and delicate hand: "Don't catch him, believe me, his retribution is on the way."

"What do you mean?" Rong Zhan was a little confused.

Su Yang curled the corners of his lips, and the gleam in his eyes seemed meaningful in the night.

(End of this chapter)