Meng Cheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to punch him again.
"you--"
Meng Jiuyi pulled him back, unaffected by the other party's presence, and focused only on Meng Cheng.
"What exactly did you do?"
Mengcheng's classmate stammered for a long time, but couldn't explain what had happened at all.
Cao Rui sneered, "If he hadn't interfered, that little bitch would already be in my bed."
"He forced her...she didn't want to at all!"
Meng Cheng spoke indignantly, but when he met Meng Jiuyi's clear, moon-like eyes, his voice gradually lowered.
His sister has always been cold to him, and now that he's caused such a big mess and gotten into trouble, she'll probably hate him to death.
Suddenly, Meng Jiuyi's voice came to her ears, carrying a gentleness she had never heard before.
"Well done, Mengcheng."
Meng Cheng was taken aback.
Meng Jiuyi looked at Cao Rui opposite her, whose long hair reached her waist, and whose eyes were filled with undisguised disgust and contempt.
“It would be best to kill those who are born from women’s crotches, who only know how to force women and keep calling women ‘whore.’ Living them is a waste of air, and dying them is a waste of land.”
What kind of embryonic thing is this with cerebellar hypoplasia! Go dig up your ancestors' graves and mess with your great-grandfather!
Even faster than the anger came a soft laugh from behind, so clear in the deserted club.
Meng Jiuyi turned her head to look—
Tan Yuchen rested his hand on the second-floor railing, his body slightly bent, holding a wine glass in his hand. His upward gaze revealed a hint of wickedness in his eyes.
He didn't know how long he had been watching, a playful look on his lips.
"Quite a rich vocabulary."
Meng Jiuyi: "......"
Standing behind him was Xu Yanzhi, who was not wearing a coat and had taken off his white shirt tie.
She was stunned for a moment, but Xu Yanzhi's gaze remained fixed on her face, neither pressing nor impolite, but without any attempt to look away.
Just the right amount of gentleness and profound meaning.
Meng Jiuyi's mind went blank for a moment, and he almost couldn't even hold the knife steady.
What are they all doing here?
Seeing so many people watching, Cao Rui laughed in anger, "So sharp-tongued, I'd like to see if you spread your legs like this in bed too?"
After saying that, he was about to grab her, but instead of asking for help, Meng Jiuyi instinctively swung her knife at him, determined to take him down with her even if it meant dying.
But a gust of wind grazed Cao Rui's face even faster, leaving a clear bloodstain, and the wine glass shattered into pieces on the wall.
I turned my head to look.
Tan Yuchen's hand remained on the railing, his expression unchanged.
Except for the wine glass that has disappeared from my hand.
"You fucking—"
"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what she said?"
In the short time it took the man to throw the wine glass, Xu Yanzhi had already gone downstairs, and the look he gave Cao Rui was filled with immense pressure.
He walked up to Meng Jiuyi and took the knife from her hand.
It wasn't until he was holding the same knife handle that Xu Yanzhi realized her hands had been trembling the whole time.
His face was less expressionless and more frozen, and the crystal curtain made a slight clinking sound.
At that moment, Xu Yanzhi saw the fear suppressed in her eyes.
Meng Jiuyi held on tightly, unwilling to let go, not wanting to hand over the decision-making power to someone else, but his aura was too strong, and his gaze was so serious as he looked at her.
Her hand inexplicably loosened, and she handed the knife to him anyway.
Xu Yanzhi raised one corner of his lips, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"From now on, it's best not to hold such dangerous things in your hands."
Meng Jiuyi suddenly felt his mouth and throat dry.
He didn't say anything, but her palms started sweating involuntarily.
Tan Jing, who was upstairs and witnessed the heroic rescue, clicked his tongue and said, "Hey Cao Rui, why are you starting to argue with women?"
"You think I wanted this? Her brother cheated me out of a bottle."
Cao Rui pointed to the wound on his forehead, "Today, either his brother's hand is spared, or this matter won't end here!"
Meng Cheng glared at him like a little wolf.
"How about this, you two play a game of pool. If you win, you decide; if you lose, it's up to this beautiful lady."
After he finished speaking, several cold gazes were directed at him.
Tan Jing only went to look at Tan Yuchen. The man leaned casually against the railing, his profile silhouetted against the swirling smoke, seemingly not intending to get involved.
What happened with that glass of wine just now?
Tan Jing was so angry he wanted to kill him, so of course he wanted to test his thoughts, but he couldn't see anything at all.
Cao Rui laughed wildly, "Alright, beautiful lady, if you win, you can name your terms. If you lose, either you or your brother will stay behind, how about that?"
His billiards skills are top-notch; there's no way he could lose.
Meng Jiuyi's eyelashes fluttered slightly.
"What, you don't know how?"
Cao Rui laughed, "You can find someone to teach you; your brother is willing to do it."
Xu Yanzhi frowned, about to say something.
My little finger was suddenly touched lightly, with a tingling, almost numbing sensation.
Meng Jiuyi's face had returned to calm, and his tone was indifferent, "Fine, I'll learn it now, and then we'll fight. If you lose, it's not unreasonable to return these injuries on my brother's body to their rightful owner, is it?"
Meng Cheng: "Sister...."
Cao Rui almost laughed.
Even the people around her thought this girl was delusional; even an experienced player couldn't beat him, let alone someone who had never even held a cue before.
Cao Rui arrogantly said, "Deal! Want your brother to teach you?"
Meng Jiuyi felt disgusted even looking at him and didn't want to look at him. When she looked away, her eyes met directly with those of the man upstairs.
It only took half a second.
Tan Yuchen met her gaze, which was filled with starlight and resembled a shimmering lake. She had arrived in such a rush that she was still wearing slippers, her delicate white toes exposed.
The shimmering lights danced across her porcelain-like skin, like a hazy moon.
The ash in his hand fell automatically because he had been pausing for too long. Tan Yuchen closed his palm, and the sparks were extinguished.
He looked relaxed, waiting for her to call him.
However, she avoided him as if fleeing, glancing at Xu Yanzhi beside her with a hint of starlight in her eyes.
"Can I trouble you, Mr. Xu?"
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