As Qiu Dayu spoke, he winked at Song Jiao, signaling her to leave quickly.
Song Jiao's eyes were full of worry. She took a serious look at the man, who had a fierce look on his face and a scar on his cheek that was much more serious than the one on her face.
Sensing that this man meant her no harm, she took a step back, intending to go find Qiu Yan, but was blocked by the scarred man.
"You think you're asking for trouble?! I'm starving, you'd better cook for me even if we're closed. Hurry up, or I'll tear your restaurant down!"
As soon as the scarred man finished speaking, his gaze swept towards Song Jiao, his face full of malice.
A woman who can catch the eye of the county magistrate is truly extraordinary.
"Little beauty, play a tune for me."
Just as Qiu Dayu was about to retort, Song Jiao shook her head at him.
Just as Song Jiao was about to go upstairs, she heard the scarred man continue, "Play it right here."
Not wanting to cause trouble, Song Jiao plucked the strings and slowly began to play a tune.
The scarred man urged Qiu Dayu, "Hurry up, my beef."
Left with no other option, Qiu Dayu went to the kitchen himself, cut some beef, grabbed a small bottle of wine, and placed it on the table in front of the scarred man. "Enjoy."
The scarred man glanced casually at the food on the table, eating and enjoying the music. Right now, Qiu Dayu was an eyesore to him no matter how he looked at him.
He immediately took out ten taels of silver and placed them on the table.
"Young man, ten taels of silver are yours, and this girl is mine tonight."
After saying that, he walked straight towards Song Jiao, his eyes brimming with undisguised excitement.
He never took Qiu Dayu seriously from beginning to end.
"No!" Song Jiao's face turned pale with fright. She took a step back, her eyes filled with disgust.
She turned to leave, but the scarred man grabbed her wrist tightly.
Qiu Dayu forcefully slapped away the scarred man's arm and stood in front of Song Jiao.
"Sir, you must have come to the wrong place. Everyone knows that our Miss Song Jiao sells her art, not her body."
Song Jiao is both Qiu Yan's person and Xingyue Tower's person, so Qiu Dayu cannot allow her to be harmed.
Unbeknownst to Qiu Dayu, right outside Xingyue Tower, a young woman wearing a straw hat was watching the scene unfolding inside the restaurant with smug satisfaction.
“I will send her to a brothel to be humiliated by everyone.”
Her maidservant was worried after hearing this, "Auntie, if the master finds out, he won't let us off the hook."
The young woman pouted. "She's just a courtesan. What makes her think she can compare to me? Besides, the adults won't know."
She finally learned that Song Jiao usually lived in Xingyue Tower, so she couldn't let this opportunity slip by.
Furthermore, she had a grudge against Xingyue Tower and had long wanted to send people to cause trouble, but with Lin Shu and Qin Wu present during the day, she had no way to make a move.
"Overestimating yourself!" the scarred man said, and swiftly threw a punch at Qiu Dayu.
With that small frame, it thinks it can fight him? It must have a death wish.
Unable to dodge, Qiu Dayu caught the scarred man's punch with a wave of his hand, his body suddenly staggering backward, leaning against the wall behind him, and slamming his head against it with a thud.
It hurt him terribly.
Qiu Dayu's eyes reddened with anger, and he retaliated by striking the other man's cheek with his backhand.
The scarred man's cheek immediately became red and swollen, and then the two began to fight.
Song Jiao wasn't going to stand still. She had already put down her pipa and was now picking up a dining stool and smashing it down on the lecherous man.
The scarred man, having been hit on the back, vented his anger directly on Qiu Dayu.
Suddenly, he grabbed Qiu Dayu by the neck.
"Let go, let go now!" Song Jiao cried out in desperation. If this continued, Qiu Dayu would be strangled to death by the scarred man.
Qiu Dayu coughed violently a few times, his face turning deathly pale. At that moment, he felt completely powerless.
Song Jiao was frantic. She continued holding the dining chair and this time, she smashed it hard against the back of the scarred man's head.
If someone dies, she can simply pay with her own life; after all, I was given a second chance at life.
Because of Song Jiao's actions, the scarred man felt a pain in the back of his head and threw Qiu Dayu to the ground.
With a thud, Qiu Dayu felt as if his internal organs were about to shatter.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, the pain making him want to curse.
This kind of upsetting thing made him feel extremely nauseous.
He wanted reinforcements, but after thinking it over, he realized that at this hour, who would help him?
Apart from Song Jiao, no one else lived in the backyard of Xingyue Tower.
As for Lu Jia and the others, they lived in the City God Temple in Baiyang County.
He insisted that his second brother teach him some martial arts skills.
He began to doubt himself, wondering how he could lose focus at a time like this.
The scarred man glanced at Qiu Dayu with disdain, "Truly a piece of trash!"
Looking at Song Jiao again, he touched the back of his head, which was feeling dizzy, chuckled lewdly, and swayed as he walked towards her step by step.
"You dare hit me? I'll make you wish you were dead tonight!"
A sense of fear gripped Song Jiao. She bit her lower lip and backed away step by step until the lecherous man pushed her to the ground and began tearing at her clothes.
"No, get away..."
The young woman outside the restaurant had a slight smirk on her lips as she intently watched the scene unfolding inside. If she could, she would love to invite the adults over to watch it together.
As Qiu Dayu watched Song Jiao being humiliated and heard her screams, seeing that Song Jiao was left with only her undergarments, he hated his own powerlessness.
He tried to calm himself down and set his sights on the teapot beside him.
Just as the other party was about to tear off Song Jiao's last shred of modesty, he gripped the teapot handle with all his might, and in an instant, the entire pot of tea was splashed onto the lecherous man.
The scarred man screamed in pain as his back burned.
Just as he was about to turn around, Qiu Dayu had already picked up the teapot and smashed it hard on the back of his head.
The teapot also shattered, showing that Qiu Dayu had used all his strength.
His family looked down on him, thinking he was good-for-nothing. Today, he was determined not to let Xiaoyan look down on him.
Blood gushed from the back of the scarred man's head instantly. It was as if the two men had planned it; they had both slammed their fists into the same spot, making his already dizzy head spin even more.
He cried out in pain, shook his head, and, enraged to the extreme, turned to retaliate, only to have Qiu Dayu press a shard of broken porcelain against his neck.
Qiu Dayu coughed heavily, "Move again, and I'll kill you."
He was completely exhausted at this point.
Outside the restaurant, the young woman's expression suddenly changed. "What a waste!"
Taking advantage of the break, Song Jiao quickly put on her clothes.
The scarred man looked at Qiu Dayu with disdain, trying to break free from Qiu Dayu's grasp, but Qiu Dayu directly slashed his neck, and blood dripped down his neck, soaking his clothes.
Then, Qiu Dayu glanced at Song Jiao and said, "Song Jiao, go to the backyard and find a rope!"
Even if Qiu Dayu was at his worst, he had been involved in plenty of fights and brawls before, and even if he was beaten up and covered in injuries, he would not back down.
The scarred man seemed surprised that he would be defeated by a mere youth. "Let me go if you don't want to die!"
Qiu Dayu coughed twice more, "It's still uncertain who will die."
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