Chapter 73 Humiliation and Embarrassment
"Kill you?"
Su Fengyao shook her head and moved closer to Fu Yanle, "I can't bear to kill you, how could I possibly kill you! Have you forgotten how close we used to be? Lele—"
"Don't fucking call me that!"
Fu Yanle clenched his right fist and punched Su Fengyao in the face, but this time Su Fengyao did not dodge. Instead, she endured the pain and wrestled with Fu Yanle.
Fu Yanle had been trained by Old Master Lu since childhood. Although he was useless against Yu Jingchen, he was more than capable of dealing with Su Fengyao. Seeing that Su Fengyao was bleeding from his punch, he waved his numb hand and said, "Coward."
Su Fengyao wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and lunged at Fu Yanle the instant he turned the lock. Fu Yanle, thoroughly annoyed, swung his hand and delivered another powerful, hard-hitting punch, which Su Fengyao raised to block—
Their eyes met, and Fu Yanle felt a chill run down his spine under Su Fengyao's gaze. He had a premonition of unease, and before he could escape, he was sprayed in the face with water mist.
Hold!
Fu Yanle immediately held his breath and tried to break free with his arms, but Su Fengyao slammed him against the door with her body. His back ached from the impact, and then Su Fengyao punched him in the stomach. Fu Yanle immediately bent over and gagged.
Su Fengyao bent down, hoisted Fu Yanle onto her shoulder, turned around and tossed her onto the soft leather sofa in a few steps.
Fu Yanle turned around in a daze, making himself face down. The power bank in his pocket dangled from his phone and slipped out of his pocket. Tang Wanbai's call screen lit up. He decisively reached out and pressed the answer button, but the next second Su Fengyao forcibly snatched it away and hung up.
Su Fengyao slammed her phone against the wall, and it shattered on the floor.
"..." Fu Yanle exhaled, feeling a surge of heat spreading upwards from his abdomen. His breathing became heavier and heavier, and he felt dry-mouthed and dizzy.
Fu Yanle may not have seen pork, but he's seen pigs run.
It's an aphrodisiac.
"Someone gave this to me; I never thought it would come in handy today." Su Fengyao threw the spray into the trash can, then stepped forward and grabbed Fu Yanle by the collar. "Lele, I just wanted to talk to you, but you had to throw a tantrum. I don't understand why you've suddenly become like this. Weren't things good between us before? Didn't you love me to bits?"
Fu Yanle stared at him coldly, his left hand clenching slightly as he tucked it into his sleeve.
Su Fengyao stared at his flushed face and pale lips with almost obsessive fascination, and said in a hoarse voice, "Lele, you can be angry that I did something to hurt you, but why aren't you sad at all? It's been so long, and you ignore everything I do, as if I don't exist, as if our past doesn't exist! Is it because the Su family is gone that you think I'm not good enough for you?"
Seeing that Fu Yanle remained silent, Su Fengyao sighed and said affectionately, "Lele, I know you mind Lin Qingtong, but I swear, right now my heart only has you, not him. Can't you give me a chance to make amends?"
Fu Yanle could no longer see Su Fengyao's face clearly, but he still slightly raised his chin. "Oh, I advise you to break your filthy heart and spare my noble life. You have never been worthy of me."
"Ah!" Su Fengyao shoved Fu Yanle onto the sofa, gritting her teeth as she said, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have forgotten what kind of person you are, the high and mighty Young Master Fu! What? You've found a new lover so quickly? Does he know how long you've been chasing after me?!"
Su Fengyao pressed Fu Yanle's leg down with her own, reached out and unbuttoned his coat, her tone sharp, "I should have slept with you back then. You liked me so much, you wouldn't have refused me, right?"
His coat was roughly ripped open, and Fu Yanle struggled frantically, but the drug's effects only dissipated faster with his movements. The squeak of the belt buckle jolted Fu Yanle awake; his face paled. "You fucking crazy! Do you think you can get out of here? Have you thought about the consequences of doing this?!"
The trouser button slammed onto the ground with a "thud" and bounced quite a distance.
"Thanks to you, I've lost everything! But being able to ruin Young Master Fu once is worth it." Su Fengyao pressed down on Fu Yanle's arm, leaning close to Fu Yanle's face, "Did you sleep with that man? Who is he? Is he one of those celebrities? They're just actors, they're not good enough for you, Le—"
"roll!"
Fu Yanle's roar was drowned out by the sound of the door shaking. Su Fengyao turned his head and was punched to the ground by the person who rushed in.
Yu Jingchen grabbed Su Fengyao by the collar, veins bulging on the back of his hand, and threw him toward the door!
Fu Yanle used all his remaining strength to roll over and fall onto the carpet, making himself lie face down. He reached for his belt, his wrist trembling.
"..." Fu Yanle buried his face in the carpet, breathing rapidly due to the effects of the drug and his extremely tense emotions. Saliva that he couldn't swallow dripped from the corner of his mouth, and muffled groans escaped from his throat.
For the first time, he experienced the feeling of being utterly ashamed and indignant.
"Yu Jingchen!"
Su Fengyao was forced to kneel on the ground, her head tilted back, staring incredulously at Yu Jingchen's gloomy face. "It's you...it really is you?! You, Yu Jingchen, would actually pick up my worn-out shoes? Do you even know what he—"
Song Xueyan rushed into the lounge, grabbed the bottle of wine from the coffee table, and smashed it down on Su Fengyao's head.
Yu Jingchen did not dodge, but the shard grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody mark.
An Shigou stopped abruptly at the door, stunned for two seconds by the scene before rushing inside, calling out, "Fu Yan—"
Yu Jingchen reached out to block An Shigou, pushed him outside, and also pulled up the unconscious Su Fengyao, kicked him out, and said, "Let the doctor in."
"They're here! They're here!"
Xu Shuo carried the doctor through the crowd, straightened the doctor's crooked glasses, and then pushed him inside.
Song Xueyan also left the room, closing the door behind him. He looked down, kicked Su Fengyao, and said calmly, "He's fainted."
"After you downed a whole bottle of liquor like that, how could I not faint?" Xu Shuo sighed.
After going downstairs, Tang Wanbai went directly to An Shigou and Song Xueyan. He was still unsure if Fu Yanle was really in trouble and wanted An Shigou to find a few familiar friends to go up and look for him, so as not to make a big fuss. However, Song Xueyan felt that this was not efficient, and besides, confirming Fu Yanle's safety was more important than the consequences. So the group went to find Jiang Han, the host of the banquet.
Jiang Han didn't actually think Fu Yanle would get into trouble, because only those with invitations could attend the banquet, and each invitation was issued individually, preventing unauthorized personnel from sneaking in. Everyone who came in was from the industry, so who would cause trouble on his turf? However, Song Xueyan's tone was resolute, and Jiang Han couldn't refuse her. He immediately sent people to check the surveillance footage while he led several people and bodyguards upstairs to search.
Other guests were kept on the first floor.
Because there were too many rest rooms on the second floor, and the soundproofing was excellent, and Fu Yanle's phone was unreachable, the search was not easy. Unexpectedly, Yu Jingchen suddenly burst into the second floor, heading straight for the last rest room to everyone's astonishment. Grabbing breaching tools, he quickly broke down the door and entered.
While everyone was still in a daze, Song Xueyan rushed over.
Then, an unidentified man with blood all over his head was thrown out.
"..." Jiang Han swallowed hard, and couldn't help but grasp Fang Zhouji's hand tightly. "Fortunately... there was a breaching device at the stairwell."
If something truly irreversible were to happen, given the momentum Yu Jingchen had just displayed when he rushed over, he would have torn him to pieces... right?
Fang Zhouji only then realized what was happening and quickly said, "Yes, you've prepared very thoroughly."
"No... that's not enough." Jiang Han murmured, on the verge of tears, "I want to replace all the doors with wooden doors, the kind that can be kicked open with one foot."
Actually, this kind of thing isn't uncommon in the industry, but it was Yu Jingchen who came... Jiang Han was so startled that he hiccuped and immediately ordered his bodyguards, "Go, go, go, find out how this thug got in!"
“I’ve already called the police. I hope Mr. Jiang can cooperate with us and get all the guests downstairs to leave first.” Xu Shuo smiled slightly. “Our CEO, Mr. Yu, doesn’t want more people to know about this.”
"Understood!" Jiang Han immediately turned around and said without looking back, "I will definitely cooperate fully!"
Xu Shuo glanced at Su Fengyao and said to the bodyguard beside him, "Please take him away and get a doctor to treat his injuries. Don't let him die."
*
In the break room, the doctor looked at Fu Yanle, who was curled up in a ball, and couldn't help but look at Yu Jingchen, "Mr. Yu, what do you think of this..."
Yu Jingchen quickly stepped forward, bent down and picked up Fu Yanle, saying quickly, "Lele, it's me. Be a good girl and let the doctor check your body, be good, Lele, be good."
Fu Yanle buried his face in Yu Jingchen's chest, wiping away his saliva and tears haphazardly. He didn't want anyone to see him like this; it was a great humiliation to him. Yu Jingchen's chest was the safest place; as long as he hid inside, no one could see his face, not even Yu Jingchen himself.
Yu Jingchen patted his back, "Lele, Lele, be good..."
“…Ugh…” Fu Yanle shook his head urgently, panting, not only refusing to obey but becoming increasingly agitated. He held Yu Jingchen tightly, whimpering like a small animal, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
The doctor spotted the spray bottle in the trash can, picked it up, and immediately said, "It's just a regular aphrodisiac. Since it's inhaled, you can't induce vomiting. Let him drink some cool water first."
The doctor opened his medical kit and skillfully took out needles and medication. Having practiced medicine for half his life and frequented various banquets, this wasn't the first time he'd encountered such a situation, so like iodine swabs, antidote was a staple in his inventory.
Yu Jingchen kept patting Fu Yanle's back. Seeing this, he quickly took off Fu Yanle's coat and used medical scissors to cut open half of his sweater, exposing Fu Yanle's right arm. He glanced at the needle and said, "Be gentle."
Doctor: "Okay!"
Yu Jingchen asked, "Will there be any aftereffects?"
"Just a small amount, it won't hurt. Just get some rest." After saying that, the doctor stepped forward, unscrewed the bottle of mineral water on the cabinet, placed it on the coffee table, and then quickly left. "Mr. Yu, call me if you need anything!"
Yu Jingchen held a cotton swab in one hand and kneaded the back of Fu Yanle's neck with the other, soothingly. He tried his best to suppress his anger and fear, and said in a hoarse voice, "Lele, lift your face up, drinking some water will make you feel better, okay?"
"..." Fu Yanle shrank back like a quail, refusing to come out.
Yu Jingchen's tone was cold, but his voice sounded like he was whining, "My face was cut by a shard of metal, and it's still bleeding. Lele, if you behave, I can get my wound treated sooner."
Fu Yanle raised his head almost immediately and found that Yu Jingchen's wound was very shallow and the bloodstain had already congealed.
His eyes were red, tears were everywhere, and saliva clung to the corners of his mouth. He looked like a crumpled handkerchief, a picture of unprecedented dishevelment and embarrassment.
Yu Jingchen's breath hitched, and he felt his heart being squeezed tightly. Fear, anger, guilt, heartache... all these emotions mingled together into a heavy lump of mud that slammed into his nose, causing his ears to ring, his head to spin, and his left rib to break.
This is what it feels like to feel extremely sorry for someone.
When Fu Yanle was holding a bowl of fried rice noodles and crying for Su Fengyao, he felt the same way.
Author's Note:
I want to eat Xinjiang-style fried rice noodles so badly!
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