A sharp pain shot through her scalp, and Meng Qingluan was forced to pull backward.
"You bitch, you think you can escape?"
Another man forcibly dragged Meng Qingluan back.
As Meng Qingluan was pulled, she couldn't help but shed tears, and for the first time, a feeling of fear arose in her heart.
"Get out!" Meng Qingluan retorted.
"You scumbag, you can't even hold your poop when you're old. You should use your time to work on your sphincter muscles."
"You bitch!"
The man was thoroughly enraged by Meng Qingluan's words, and as if to prove something, he grabbed Meng Qingluan's clothes at the shoulders with both hands.
Meng Qingluan regretted coming here and simply closed her eyes, unwilling to face the truth.
But the imagined pain did not come; instead, I heard a gasp.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that the man's head and face were soaked with alcohol, and a familiar figure was standing behind him.
A cold, clear voice rang out.
"Feel sorry."
The wine cup on the tray was still wobbling, not falling to the ground, but all the clear white wine inside had spilled.
"You son of a bitch!" the man on top of Meng Qingluan cursed. "Are you blind?"
Meng Qingluan received a look from Shen Yan, pushed the man away, and took the opportunity to run out of the private room.
"You bitch!"
Seeing this, the man stood up and tried to grab Meng Qingluan back.
Before he could stand up, a pair of large hands firmly grabbed his shoulders.
The man struggled a few times but couldn't break free. Before he could turn around and utter his threatening words, a swift fist landed on his right cheek.
Shen Yan's expression was cold. Before he could retract his fist, the fierce-looking man had already been knocked to the side.
He was lying on the ground, groaning and unable to get up.
The expressions of everyone in the private room were grim, and soon a male prostitute screamed and rushed out.
Chen Yan stepped on the man's face and asked coldly.
"She is my wife. What did you just call her?"
The man's face was distorted from being stepped on, and his nose was covered in blood. He could only utter a few indistinct sounds.
The young men sitting nearby quickly realized what was happening and pointed at Chen Yan, shouting angrily.
"How dare you! Do you know who you're fighting? Do you want your head?"
"This is none other than Lord Zhou Ling, the brother-in-law of a current Hanlin Academy scholar. Why aren't you letting go?"
"oh."
Shen Yan's expression remained calm, but his movements continued.
"Shen Yan, let go! Do you want to kill someone? Aren't you afraid that Meng Qingluan will be implicated and arrested by the authorities?"
The young master sitting to the side brought up Meng Qingluan.
Shen Yan's dark eyes were deep and unfathomable, while his scarlet eyes gradually regained their clarity.
Chen Yan released the man and kicked him away like trash.
Before he could even leave, a group of people rushed into the private room.
The man in the lead had thick white powder on his face and very red lips. He looked gaunt and frightened when he saw the scene inside the private room.
The man looked at Chen Yan and growled.
"Chen Yan, do you know who you've hit?"
Shen Yan ignored him, speaking indifferently as if he hadn't heard him.
"Make way."
"..."
Seeing that he was being ignored, the man's face darkened, but he didn't move and asked a question in return.
"Do you think that just because your household registration isn't under my control, I can't touch you?"
Shen Yan looked at him coldly, then leaned close to the man's ear and whispered something.
"You're welcome to give it a try."
"Touch me tonight, and we'll see whether my worthless life or your head falls to the ground first."
"..."
The man broke out in a cold sweat from being startled by Shen Yan's words.
The man wanted to dismiss Shen Yan's words as mere boasting, but the seriousness in his tone prevented him from thinking that way.
Thinking of that person in the museum...
The man waved his hand, and made way for him.
Chen Yan walked out of the private room.
A young master approached, asking worriedly, "Master, what should we do about Young Master Zhou?"
The owner glanced at the man lying on the ground like a dead pig, then looked away in disgust.
"Never mind."
Anyway, he doesn't have long to live.
…
Meng Qingluan did not go far, standing on the street not far from the entrance of the museum.
As soon as Chen Yan came out, Meng Qingluan immediately ran up to him.
Meng Qingluan didn't dare to speak.
Shen Yan walked ahead, and she followed quietly behind.
Meng Qingluan mustered her courage, stepped forward, walked to his side, and glanced at him.
He lowered his head and apologized softly, "I'm sorry..."
The man seemed not to hear, and just kept walking forward with his head down.
Meng Qingluan felt even more guilty and offered an explanation.
"I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to cause you trouble, I was just afraid something might happen to you..."
"..."
Seeing that Shen Yan still didn't speak, Meng Qingluan closed her eyes in despair.
"If you're not satisfied, just hit me! I know I'm stupid, I shouldn't have done this, you..."
"Meng Qingluan".
Shen Yan suddenly stopped and turned to look at her.
Meng Qingluan looked at him.
"Are you stupid?" Shen Yan asked her.
"..." or
Shen Yan: "Who was it that told me last night that Nanfeng Pavilion was bad and that I should never go there again?"
"You know Nanfeng Pavilion is no good, yet you, a girl, still came here so late at night. If it weren't for me, you would have..."
Meng Qingluan was so intimidated by his words that she didn't dare to look up, only lowering her head to fidget with her fingers.
Shen Yan suddenly fell silent, and Meng Qingluan abruptly raised her head.
Shen Yan turned her head to the side as expected, wiping her tears haphazardly from her face.
Crying...did she cry?
Meng Qingluan panicked immediately; she hadn't expected that Shen Yan would be made to cry by her.
Meng Qingluan hurriedly tried to comfort her.
"Shen Yan, don't cry, I know I was wrong."
Meng Qingluan wanted to wipe away his tears, but the two were too far apart in height.
Meng Qingluan tiptoed and clumsily wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with her hand.
Shen Yan turned his head, pulled down her hand, and asked in a thick nasal voice.
"What did you do wrong?"
Meng Qingluan scratched her head. "I shouldn't have been so stupid. I went to a dangerous place like Nanfeng Pavilion without knowing my own strength."
She should spend ten taels of silver to hire two thugs to go with her.
She assumed that everyone at the Nanfeng Pavilion liked men and wouldn't be interested in a girl like her with a mediocre figure.
I was still careless.
A man won't behave unless he's nailed to the wall.
Chen Yan: "That's not right."
Meng Qingluan: "..."
Isn't that wrong?
Meng Qingluan was truly at a loss. She had never been in a relationship before and didn't know how to coax a boy.
Meng Qingluan carefully chose her words, mimicking the lines the male lead used to coax the female lead in TV dramas.
"No matter what it is, it's all my fault, Shen Yan, please don't be angry anymore, okay?"
Shen Yan was amused by her appearance.
"Don't go into such dangerous places alone again next time, okay?"
Meng Qingluan was stunned by Shen Yan's gentle tone and nodded unconsciously.
"good……"
Chen Yan touched her hair again, "Does it still hurt?"
Meng Qingluan spoke frankly, "It hurts."
Shen Yan gently rubbed her head, trying to relieve the pain in Meng Qingluan's head.
A hint of hostility surfaced in his eyes.
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