The nacing gaze from Lin Yue made Young Master Liu feel uneasy. Usually, everyone gathers to chat and joke without any harm, but never has the atmosphere been as tense as it is right now.
Young Master Liu cautiously weighed his words in his mind before speaking, "I saw Miss Shen talking and laughing with a young man. They looked like a couple."
Young Master Liu said this because Shen Jingrou’s social circle was quite simple, and besides Lin Yue, there were essentially no other n around her.
So, when Young Master Liu saw a seemingly inexperienced young man by Shen Jingrou’s side, he naturally thought they were in a relationship.
"Where?" Lin Yue almost growled out the words, his face looking frighteningly sullen.
Humph!
A fresh face?
How dare Shen Jingrou find a young guy?
Is she assuming he’s dead?
"Isn’t it right there in the hall?" Young Master Liu pointed innocently in the hall’s direction.
The next second, the hand holding his collar suddenly released, and Lin Yue stord off toward the hall. His rigid posture made it clear that he was fuming.
Young Master Liu inhaled sharply, the mood for pleasure evaporating without a trace after the spectacle.
At this point, a woman with small steps approached gently, calling sweetly, "Brother Liu, shall we..." Her words were laden with obvious hints, feigning shyness.
"What a killjoy!" Young Master Liu spat in the direction Lin Yue disappeared.
The woman thought he was disdaining her and was about to link arms with him, but her hand froze mid-air, making her look self-conscious.
Young Master Liu turned to see the woman’s timid deanor, his expression changed, and his voice softened a little, "Honey, I didn’t an you."
The woman finally relaxed, "Naughty, I thought you were sick of ."
"How could I be? I can’t get enough of liking you." Sweet words flowed effortlessly from Young Master Liu, his broad palm unknowingly already covering the woman’s waist.
His words reminded the woman of his drunken ramblings earlier, where he kept calling another’s na. However, she had no right to mind, knowing well it was all just a fleeting affair. He valued her for her body, and she was only interested in the money in his pockets, each taking what they needed!
Soon, the woman leaned closely against the man, seemingly intimate, heading toward the restroom.
The attendant who was following them stayed outside, clearly accustod to such scenes.
The hall.
In the pulsating music, mingling laughs and murmurs floated in the air, rging with the bar’s atmosphere to create striking scenes.
In the dance floor, young n and won imrsed in endless bouncing ignited the passions in many hearts.
"Clink..."
The crisp sound of glasses clinking was heard.
With bleary eyes, Shen Jingrou looked at Gu Qingyun across from her, mumbling, "Cheers!" Perhaps she drank too much because her speech was slurred.
Seeing her state, Gu Qingyun had long moved to sit beside her, the two sticking close together.
Gu Qingyun reached out to grasp the wine glass she held tightly, advising, "You can’t drink anymore." By now, blotches of red marked his face too, clearly having drunk quite a bit himself, though he seed in better shape than Shen Jingrou.
"Bothered, must drink." Shen Jingrou shook her head, an endless worry emanating from her clear, water-like eyes.
Her gently trembling eyelashes reflected her sparkling eyes.
Below her elegant nose, her slightly red lips were as smooth as petals. Her slightly curled lips often bore a hint of a smile.
Due to the alcohol, Gu Qingyun’s gaze toward the person before him grew increasingly heated, his hand holding the wine glass unconsciously shifted downward until it touched her fingertips, making his heart skip with a tremor, feeling his breath beco more rapid.
When he dated Wu Yan before, he never felt this way, like he was drowning, out of breath, yet the woman in front of him was his antidote.
His breathing beca heavier, his gaze toward Shen Jingrou more unrestrained.
anwhile, Shen Jingrou was mumbling sothing, her unfocused, beautiful eyes drifting toward the dance floor.
Until the familiar figure in front of her got closer, Shen Jingrou thought it was hallucination. She couldn’t help but laugh, muttering, "I must be really drunk, seeing soone I detest."
Before she finished speaking, a tall figure enveloped her in shadow, blocking the colorful lights from all around.
At this mont, Shen Jingrou was still unaware of the impending danger, blinking her clear, pristine eyes, looking up at the man, her gaze sowhat dazed.
People familiar with Shen Jingrou knew she was utterly confused from drinking.
Gu Qingyun’s attention was entirely on Shen Jingrou. Once he sensed sothing was wrong, a man had already lifted him and tossed him harshly to the corner.
At that mont, he saw stars,
"Ah..."
"He’s hitting soone..."
The commotion disturbed several nearby tables, causing startled cries from a few timid won, quickly silenced by the attendants.
In no ti, attendants gathered around where Lin Yue stood, forming a line to block the sight of onlookers.
The attendants acted swiftly, clearly experienced with such incidents.
Yet everyone knew this was the Qin Family’s place, and no one dared to cause trouble here easily, knowing the Qin Family had a well-known madman.
It took Gu Qingyun a long while on the ground before regaining his senses. He had seen the man before and knew of his other identity—Shen Jingrou’s brother-in-law.
Gu Qingyun coughed lightly, a tallic taste filling his mouth, evident of the strength the man from earlier had used, and fleetingly, Gu Qingyun thought the man wanted to kill him.
While he was dazed, Lin Yue’s sharp, hawk-like eyes landed on the young man before him.
So, the "fresh face" Young Master Liu ntioned was him!
They had t before!
He wasn’t unaware of Shen Jingrou’s recent closeness with this young man, but he didn’t expect their relationship to reach the point of "holding hands."
Just a glance as he stepped into the private room was enough to spot Shen Jingrou seated silently in the corner.
With her slender figure, she exuded a sense of frailty in the deep of night. Her flushed cheeks frad large eyes that seed sowhat dull, a perpetual streak of untamable sadness lingering in their depths.
Her mouth was saying sothing, her gaze sowhat scattered.
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