The music around them gradually subsided. Everyone gathered together, watching the commotion.
When Yuan Zhao saw that the person grabbed Song Xingyao's hand, he exclaimed in alarm and quickly walked out of the office.
Unexpectedly, after this man broke down, he didn't care about saving face at all. Song Xingyao used a little force to try to break free.
Seeing Song Xingyao's expression, Qin Bai was thinking of going forward to help her pull her away.
Women, he thought, are easy to scare and they'll behave. So he didn't try to stop her.
Seeing Song Xingyao struggle, he became even more excited, feeling like a real man in front of everyone.
There were rustling sounds from the people around, but no one came forward.
The people who come here are all people who love to have fun. Expecting them to do something heroic would be like someone who has lost their mind.
Song Xingyao sighed, realizing she had truly lost today.
She took out her phone and turned it on in front of him. She felt that the hand holding hers seemed to loosen a little, so Song Xingyao quietly moved her body.
Seeing that Song Xingyao was obedient, the man probably didn't want to resist anymore, and his hands started to become more and more restless.
He gently pressed his fingers on her forearm and then rubbed it.
So close, so very close.
The feel of his hand made her nauseous. She had thought he was just a brainless rich kid, but it turned out he was a pervert driven by lust.
As the phone screen lit up, the half-finished glass of liquor was splashed onto the man's face.
The man quickly covered his face, squatted down, and let out a howl.
Yuan Zhao happened to see this scene when he came down.
This woman seems so different from how she was four years ago. She's now fiery and outspoken.
His pace slowed down.
The next second, no one noticed that the man on the ground stood up in a fit of rage and lunged at Song Xingyao.
He was shouting, "You woman, I'm going to beat you to death!"
Even Song Xingyao herself didn't realize it.
Qin Bai's eyes widened.
The next second, the man was kicked far away.
Song Xingyao was still in shock and didn't even have time to look at the hand on her shoulder.
A surge of gratitude welled up in my heart.
Looking up, he saw Fu Siming standing behind him with a dark expression, his face full of anger.
My heart was filled with a mix of calm and anxiety, but I was still very grateful that he arrived in time.
Fu Siming shielded her behind him, glancing in Qin Bai's direction.
Qin Bai felt a chill run down his spine and quickly stepped forward. "Brother... why is it you?"
Seeing his protective actions towards Song Xingyao, I thought to myself, this time we've really gotten ourselves into trouble.
Fu Siming didn't reply to him. He walked up to the man lying down and stepped on the man's hand with his dark, cold leather shoes.
The man, who had been yelling, suddenly started shouting.
Before he could even see the person in front of him clearly, he yelled, "Who the hell are you? Let go!"
Upon closer inspection, she noticed that Fu Siming's face was dark, and he seemed oblivious to the pain in her hand; his earlier anger had completely vanished. It was as if she had been doused with a bucket of cold water.
He stammered, "President Fu..."
If he still can't see the current situation, then he's truly a fool.
"Ah!" With a forceful stomp of his foot, the crisp sound of bones cracking rang out, and the pain in his hand brought him fully awake.
"I was wrong, I shouldn't have gotten involved with President Fu's woman..."
Hearing him finish speaking, she fainted from the pain. Only then did Fu Siming move his foot away.
He walked over to Song Xingyao, who was a little frightened.
Seeing him so angry for the first time, Song Xingyao was truly frightened.
She was momentarily speechless, only watching as the man in front of her slowly walked to her side.
Qin Bai was somewhat intimidated and lowered his head.
"Qin Bai, if Uncle Qin knew you were here, I probably wouldn't need to personally teach you a lesson."
His voice was devoid of any emotion, yet it still made Qin Bai feel extremely uncomfortable, but he thought of Qin Liangshan and his father.
If his dad finds out that he said he came to learn business from Qin Liangshan, but ended up going to nightclubs instead, he'll be finished.
"Brother, I beg you, please don't..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fu Siming pulled Song Xingyao out.
The room was bustling with activity.
It was so quiet it didn't feel like a nightclub; it was even quieter than a library.
Yuan Zhao then came out, clapped his hands, and said, "Alright, alright, everyone disperse. Don't spread what happened today. I'll pay for everything."
After a few sighs, the crowd dispersed.
Two men arrived and took the man, who was limp and collapsed, to the hospital.
Yuan Zhao patted Qin Bai kindly, glanced at the two unopened and untouched bottles of wine on the table, and shook his head, "Tsk, what a waste."
He pulled Song Xingyao along, and because they walked so fast, her steps became a little unsteady.
She bumped headfirst into the man's back, which was as hard as an iron plate.
He let out a gasp.
Fu Siming ignored him and shoved the man directly into the passenger seat.
The car started moving at high speed.
The dull and quiet atmosphere inside the car made Song Xingyao feel a little uncomfortable, perhaps because she had just drunk a couple of sips of alcohol and her face was flushed.
I opened a crack in the window, and the roar of the wind outside immediately rushed in...
Song Xingyao felt her head was throbbing from all the noise, so she decided to just ignore the trending topic.
Looking at the man's profile, and recalling the scene she had witnessed outside the restaurant at noon, Song Xingyao, who had initially felt somewhat guilty, suddenly became angry.
He's still angry, but I'm not even angry yet.
I don't even know if she got off that woman's bed. Thinking of this, a wave of grievance and bitterness welled up inside me, and I turned my head to look out the window.
The car quickly arrived in Haiyan. As soon as Song Xingyao unbuckled her seatbelt, she was hoisted onto someone's shoulder.
She hurriedly struggled to get up. Qi Ma saw Fu Siming's dark face and Song Xingyao still struggling on his shoulder.
Young master, what's wrong? Why are you so angry?
"Make me a hangover soup. I'll be down in a bit," Fu Siming said.
Song Xingyao wanted to come down, so she naturally didn't hear the conversation between the two of them. She waited until she had one foot on the stairs.
He slapped her buttocks: "If you want us both to fall to our deaths, then keep struggling."
Whether it was the shameful act she was doing or the thought of not wanting to die, Song Xingyao stopped struggling...
They carried the person to the room and threw them onto the soft bed.
Seeing the woman's face flushed red, Fu Siming still wouldn't let her go, staring at her as he asked, "Why did you go to a place like that?"
She propped herself up and sat up, staring straight at the man in front of her.
She couldn't very well say that she went out to broaden her horizons because she didn't want to be tempted by him, could she?
Fortunately, her flushed face from drinking prevented these shameful thoughts from easily being exposed.
She was getting a little angry. "What's it to you? Aren't you not coming back? Where I go is none of your business!"
After saying that, she turned her head away and refused to look at him again.
Seeing that he was about to collide with himself, Fu Siming unbuttoned the top two buttons, and his anger subsided a little.
"If I hadn't arrived in time, you would have been tackled to the ground right there, Song Xingyao."
He called her name with a gritted teeth tone.
In a moment of impulsiveness, I yelled at him, "That's still better than you. It's better than you pouncing on someone in a shady place and then righteously telling me what to do."
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