Xiao Chen rushed to the bar only to find that Ling Yunshu was completely drunk, slumped on the couch, letting a man beside her tease her freely—even hooking her arm around the man’s neck, smiling coquettishly.
When he arrived, he saw the man’s hand sliding along her fair, smooth thigh, slipping under her skirt.
A vein in Xiao Chen’s forehead suddenly popped, and he clenched his fists. He strode forward in three steps, grabbed the man’s collar, lifted him up forcefully, and the next second, he hamred a fierce punch into the man’s face.
Caught off guard, the man was heavily punched, his eyes widening in shock, "Who the hell dares to touch ..."
But before he could finish, Xiao Chen’s second, third, and fourth punches had already co raining down, leaving the man bruised, lips bleeding, unable to speak.
After delivering several punches, Xiao Chen released the man, who collapsed weakly. He didn’t even glance at him as he went straight up, grabbed Ling Yunshu by the wrist, and tried to pull her up.
Ling Yunshu looked up, saw it was Xiao Chen, and giggled a few tis, her usually gentle voice sounding hoarse, "Xiao Chen? Why are you here?"
But before Xiao Chen could reply, she continued, "Good that you’re here, join for a drink."
Xiao Chen glanced briefly at the table filled with bottles of alcohol, almost covering the whole table, indicating how much Ling Yunshu had drunk. He frowned, and instead of answering her, said, "Yun Shu, you’ve had too much, I’m taking you ho."
As if she didn’t hear him, Ling Yunshu continued mumbling, "Co, sit down, sit here. Tonight, we are not going ho until we’re drunk!"
As she spoke, she tugged slightly at Xiao Chen, trying to pull him to sit down.
Xiao Chen stood unmoving, staring at her with dark eyes, his voice growing even deeper, "Yun Shu, stop drinking, I’m taking you ho."
Ling Yunshu couldn’t pull Xiao Chen and after hearing him repeat the sa words twice, her expression suddenly darkened, anger tinting her face, "Go if you want, I’m not leaving!"
She fiercely shook off Xiao Chen’s hand, staggered to her feet, and stumbled toward the bar’s dance floor, "If you won’t drink with , plenty of n are willing."
However, as she walked past Xiao Chen, he suddenly grasped Ling Yunshu’s hand again. This ti, without a word, he scooped her up horizontally, ignoring her struggles and protests, and walked toward the bar’s exit.
Once Xiao Chen had placed Ling Yunshu in the passenger seat, she, in a fit of rage, slapped him across the face, her beautiful face twisted with rage, "Xiao Chen, who do you think you are to control ?"
Xiao Chen’s head turned to one side from the blow. He was silent for a few seconds, then casually turned his head back, bent down slightly to pull the seatbelt and fasten it for Ling Yunshu, then closed the door. He quickly got into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and the car swiftly pulled away.
Ling Yunshu beca oddly quiet, her gaze blank as she stared ahead.
Xiao Chen also remained silent. When the car stopped at a red light, he finally spoke in a low voice, "Yun Shu, let’s go back to the United States."
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