“I just touched you, so what?”
Initially, Su Wei paid no attention, but the familiar voice of the pleading woman caught her ear. It was Wu Xiaoxi. In upscale restaurants, there were often wealthy customers causing trouble after drinking too much. Had Wu Xiaoxi offended a customer?
Su Wei stood up and walked briskly towards the private room. Pushing the door open, she saw five or six men inside. One of them was pulling Wu Xiaoxi’s hair, forcefully pouring a bottle of wine into her mouth. Wu Xiaoxi knelt on the floor, choking to the point of almost passing out. The others were just cheering and
1/2
Almost got my neck twisted by her
watching the show.
“Let her go!” Su Wei’s face tightened, stepping forward to pull the man away. Her movement was swift, causing the man to stumble and nearly fall. The wine in his hands spilled all over the floor. With some help, he managed to steady himself.
“Hey, I thought a hero had arrived, but it turns out to be a beauty. Planning to stand up for your good sister?” The man, reeking of alcohol, leered at Su Wei, walking over to her and attempting to touch her face. Su Wei’s eyes narrowed, grabbing his wrist and twisting it sharply. Then, she kicked him away.
“Ah!” The man screamed in pain, his face turning white. The others stood up, glaring at Su Wei with hostility. Unfazed, Su Wei calmly patted the coughing Wu Xiaoxi, intending to help her leave.
“You b****, how dare you hurt me?” The man, furious, climbed to his feet and picked up a chair, ready to smash it towards Su Wei. Su Wei, her red lips tightly pressed, was on edge.
Just then, a lazy voice echoed from the entrance. “What’s going on? Daring to make a scene on my turf?” A man in casual white attire stood at the entrance, arms crossed, observing the commotion. His attractive peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling as he exuded an air of elegance and nonchalance. This was Jiangcheng’s notorious playboy, Xu Shaochen. Standing next to him was none other than Fu Yan’an, his childhood friend. The restaurant was an investment by Xu Shaochen.
Su Wei glanced at Fu Yan’an, her almond eyes subtly shifting. Encountering each other even while having a meal – did her ex-husband put a tracker on her? Fu Yan’an’s face remained expressionless, but he couldn’t help but give Su Wei a couple more glances.
