Chapter 78: Chapter 78

Tonight, Shao Ming seemed a bit different from usual, lacking his usual careless demeanor, which surprisingly made him appear quite intimidating.

Watching Fu Yinli’s departing figure, Shao Ming withdrew his gaze, then took Zhuang Xiaoxi’s hand and walked up to them.

He coldly glanced at the person on the ground, raised his left hand, and instructed the restaurant manager in a cold voice, "Take him to the hospital first, don’t let him die."

"Yes, President Shao."

After that, the hotel manager brought a few people to clean up the mess.

Seeing the blood all over the floor, Zhuang Xiaoxi couldn’t help but feel anxious. She hadn’t expected Fu Yinli to arrive before her and beat the person so severely—his actions were excessively ruthless.

Shao Ming noticed where her gaze had landed and promptly turned her head away, "Why look if you’re scared?"

Zhuang Xiaoxi’s youthful face was still red and swollen, with three clear red marks not yet faded, making anyone who looked at her feel a sense of pity.

Shao Ming’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he contemptuously glanced at the few people kneeling on the ground, asking Zhuang Xiaoxi, "Who hit you?"

The four of them kept their heads down, so Zhuang Xiaoxi couldn’t see their faces, but she remembered the color of the clothes worn by the person who hit her and pointed in recognition.

The man in grey trembled as he kneeled, not daring to look up.

Shao Ming’s commanding tone scared them considerably.

The four of them resignedly lifted their heads to look at him.

The man in grey pleaded, "We were working for Uncle, please spare us for his sake."

How could they not recognize this noble son of the Shao Family?

Shao Ming smirked sarcastically, "Since when is he my uncle? Why should I care about his face? If he dies, am I obliged to take care of his body?"

"After all, he’s your uncle, part of the family, in terms of seniority..." not daring to finish the sentence.

"So, he thinks he can act recklessly under the Shao Family’s protection, untouchable by anyone? Do you know whom he’s offended?" Shao Ming enunciated, "He dared to bully Fu Yinli’s people, tired of living, isn’t he?"

Upon hearing "Fu Yinli’s people," the four of them turned as pale as a sheet, their eyes suddenly becoming hollow.

So that man just now was truly Fu Yinli, the one in power at the Fu Family!

The man in grey trembled uncontrollably with regret.

But now, he should be worried about another matter.

That blind person being one of Fu Yinli’s, and this woman he slapped being related to this noble son of the Shao Family, what was their connection?

Shao Ming looked up at Zhuang Xiaoxi, "Whatever grudge you have, take it out yourself."

Zhuang Xiaoxi became flustered, "How to take it out?"

"You got hit, can’t you hit back?"

"But..." Zhuang Xiaoxi looked at the man in grey, not because she couldn’t bear it, but she had never fought from childhood to adulthood. Even though someone was backing her now, it still felt a bit awkward.

"Why so timid?" Shao Ming frowned, "Being this soft will get you bullied sooner or later."

Zhuang Xiaoxi met his aloof, unruly gaze, unable to utter a single word of rebuttal.

Shao Ming: "She doesn’t dare hit you, so slap yourselves until she’s satisfied."

He referred to all of them, not just the man in grey.

The four looked at each other, realizing there was no escape, so they obediently followed orders, bitterly and reluctantly slapping themselves.

The chaotic slapping sounds started, making the scene extremely eerie.

Shao Ming nonchalantly remarked, "Too light."

The four of them immediately increased the force of their slaps.

Zhuang Xiaoxi couldn’t bear to watch, wanting to shout stop, yet felt it was too forgiving of them and didn’t want to stay in this wretched place any longer. Follow current novels on novelFirｅ.net

However, just as she turned to leave, Shao Ming grabbed her.

"Where are you going?"

Zhuang Xiaoxi’s eyes dimmed a bit, "Back to the hotel."

"Wait a moment for me." With that, Shao Ming moved aside and retrieved an ice pack from the freezer.

It’s not about taking an ice pack, the whole restaurant belonged to him, though after tonight, it would be closing for renovations.

Shao Ming didn’t spare a glance at the four of them, directly wrapping his arm around Zhuang Xiaoxi’s waist as they left.

The Rolls Royce cut through the night, entering Jing Garden.

Fu Yinli carried Su Lingzhi out of the car.

The person in his arms had slightly misty lashes, her fair face tinged with a blush, and her slightly curly long hair seemed to carry a hint of drunkenness, lazily cascading down.

Fu Yinli placed her on the bed, but she refused to let go of his neck, not willing to release him.

Her face was so close, her lively eyes gazing at him in a daze, softly calling out, "Yinli."

"It’s me," he replied.

"They forced me to drink, I didn’t want to."

Su Lingzhi, in her drunkenness, voiced her grievances. She had been sitting on his lap the whole way, holding onto him, refusing to let go, yet without uttering a word.

Fu Yinli supported himself with one hand on the bed, comforting, "It’s okay now, it won’t happen again."

"But, what about you..." Su Lingzhi looked at him worriedly.

He had injured someone, alive or dead, she didn’t know. What if they pin it on him?

"Really," Fu Yinli assured confidently.

Su Lingzhi let go of him, then sat up, scrutinizing him from head to toe, once again hating her inability to see him clearly, "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"You’re lying." Su Lingzhi realized, "I can smell blood on you."

Suddenly, she grabbed his hand, examining closely, her fingers lightly touching his fingertips, feeling the liquid there.

"Why lie to me, just because I can’t see, is it easy to deceive me?" Su Lingzhi asked, reconfirming, "Will you really be alright?"

Involving a life, no matter how sick the person was, Fu Yinli mustn’t suffer any loss because of it, nor leave a blemish.

Because of the alcohol she consumed, all her emotions uncontrollably surfaced.

Tears wouldn’t stop, her voice involuntarily choking.

Seeing her tears of worry for him, Fu Yinli’s brows tightened, his heart immediately seized by something.

Just like that night, when she tenderly applied medicine to him, the feeling of being loved felt like his whole body was soaked in a honey pot, suffocating him.

Fu Yinli caressed her head, holding her close, suppressing the urge to draw her into his bones, softly comforting, "There won’t be any trouble."

Su Lingzhi hugged him tighter, her tears pouring out, soaking his shirt.

The warm tears seeped in, against his abdomen, Fu Yinli furrowed his brows tightly, soothing her, "Don’t cry, I’ll be fine."

"Wherever you go in the future, I’ll go too. You can’t leave me behind."

"Okay, I promise you, don’t cry anymore."