Chapter 59: Chapter 59

Shen Jianian’s heart was pounding, this wasn’t the first time she had encountered such a situation.

Back in Beicheng, she was still Shen’s daughter, her status was special, and during certain public events, she’d also encounter men who behaved flippantly after getting drunk.

While at school, when she occasionally went out for late-night snacks, more than once she was blocked by boys from other schools who confessed their love, and after rejecting them, they would retaliate with verbal abuse.

At events, her parents had her back, so no one dared to do anything to her. During middle and high school, Pei Che would protect her, and those boys only got away with some verbal advantage without causing her any substantial harassment. After entering college, Pei Che was sent abroad to study by his family, but her best friend Bai Changxia would guard her. Xiaxia, with her cold personality and unrelenting words, had practiced Muay Thai, and just by standing in front of her, those boys wouldn’t dare act rashly.

This was the first time she had to handle such a thing alone.

"In public, please have some decency."

Shen Jianian hit her leg against the edge of the table, with no way to retreat behind her, she took a step to the side to maintain a relatively safe distance from the middle-aged man.

"Which part of what I said was indecent?" The man laughed, squinting his eyes as he blatantly ogled Shen Jianian’s chest and waist, his voice turning suggestive, a sudden rise of ambiguity, "Didn’t you splash juice on me first? And now you’re unwilling to take responsibility?"

Shen Jianian remained calm, her tone had grown a bit cold: "I’ve already apologized."

Finishing her sentence, she placed the cup on the dining table and stepped forward to leave.

The middle-aged man saw her refusing to drink to toast and choosing to drink the penalty, he advanced, capturing her wrist without fear of being seen by others.

"Is an apology all it takes to settle this?" The man whispered, "Who taught you your manners?"

Shen Jianian felt like she got stung, viciously twisting her arm to break free.

She couldn’t care if this would cause trouble for Fu Jichen; she just felt disgusted being touched by a strange man.

Shen Jianian didn’t lower her voice, and many people looked over upon hearing the commotion.

What they saw was a girl flushed and furious, while the man in front of her had his brows furrowed, his face turning steely, arm blocking the girl as if stopping her from leaving.

The man seemed to be the boss of Zhenfeng Real Estate, with a rather middling reputation in the circle. He had made his fortune early on from real estate speculation, riding a wave of economic boom.

Yin Shuyao watched from afar, her expression gloating, the bigger the fuss, the better. She wanted Fu Jichen to see Shen Jianian’s flirtatious side and wondered if he’d still want her.

The crowd showed varied expressions, some were puzzled, some shocked, some fearful, while others chose to act indifferent.

"Doesn’t President Wu from Zhenfeng know she’s Fu Da’s woman?"

"Probably doesn’t know."

"He’s messed up this time, hit a steel plate."

"At the Qin Family’s son’s wedding last time, I remember Fu Da personally admitting she was his girlfriend. That young lady drank a few too many drinks, and Fu Da carried her out princess-style, showing how much he valued her."

"Value is an understatement, he’s absolutely spoiling her, and when Fu Da spoke, even the Qin Family’s new daughter-in-law had to apologize to her."

"Get ready for a good show."

The discussion around was in hushed tones, full of chatter, that President Wu couldn’t hear them clearly.

With so many watching, he couldn’t swallow his pride and pointed at Shen Jianian’s nose, smearing her: "A little nobody deliberately splashed juice on me, just trying to get into my arms."

Relying on his status, he twisted the truth, claiming Shen Jianian was seducing him, confident no one would doubt him.

In such cases of slander, the accused often couldn’t defend themselves, and he was experienced in this.

Yet contrary to his wishes, once President Wu uttered these words, everyone displayed scorn, and some couldn’t hold back, letting out faint sneers.

A drop of sweat rolled from President Wu’s forehead, those gazes like clusters of flames, making him restless. He couldn’t figure out what went wrong, things weren’t unfolding as he planned.

Trying to convince everyone, President Wu stern-facedly clarified: "She seduced me!"

All eyes turned towards President Wu from behind, whispers ceased, and the place fell deadly quiet.

Fu Jichen, holding a phone, had just come in from outside, exuding an intimidating aura. Dressed in professional attire, Zhu Yilan followed slightly behind him.

Fu Jichen pocketed his phone, raised his eyes lazily: "President Wu, who seduced whom?"

He articulated each word slowly, his emotions hard to discern.

President Wu’s body shook as he turned to look at the newcomer behind him.

He recognized Fu Jichen, having met him three months ago at a business soiree, exchanged a word or two, since then no chance to meet again, surprising him that he’d attend today’s auction too.

"Mr. Fu, a pleasure to meet you." President Wu reached out, face filled with a smile.

Fu Jichen glanced at his hand indifferently, ignored it, then walked past him, pausing beside Shen Jianian, taking her hand, his thumb brushing over the finger marks on her wrist, asking as if nobody was around: "How did this happen?"

Shen Jianian’s face was a little pale, from tension, before Fu Jichen showed up, she was considering how to clear the man’s lies.

Now that Fu Jichen was here, her mind and body relaxed.

President Wu’s face changed dramatically after hearing Fu Jichen’s questioning of the girl, his pants twitching uncontrollably, eyes filled with shock and fear: "Mr. Chen, this lady is..."

"I seemed to hear President Wu say, my girlfriend seduced you?" Fu Jichen interrupted him, his calm gaze hiding turbulent waves, "Is it or isn’t it?"

Someone in the crowd chuckled.

With a boyfriend like Fu Da, what other man could compare?

Especially now standing beside Fu Da, President Wu lost tragically in comparison.

Upon hearing "my girlfriend," President Wu’s face broke out in cold sweat, trembling as he cleared himself: "It’s not, it’s a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..."

"What kind of misunderstanding? Let’s hear it."

Fu Jichen never showed anger, at least not on his face so far. However, his expressionless face was so intimidating that it made people feel uneasy from the heart.

Under great pressure, President Wu didn’t have time to think, blurting out: "Just now... the juice from this young lady’s hand spilled on my clothes, she lost balance, and fell into my arms. I thought... I thought she did it on purpose, got a bit agitated, it was my misunderstanding."

Fu Jichen wasn’t planning on taking a single unilateral word, he asked someone beside him: "Is that the case?"

Shen Jianian shook her head, presenting another version: "I did accidentally spill juice on him, but I didn’t fall into his arms, he took the chance to make things difficult, and he touched me."

"I-I-I, I remembered wrong." President Wu immediately panicked, "Mr. Chen, I didn’t know she was your girlfriend."

Fu Jichen didn’t look at him, he picked up a glass of red wine from the rectangular dining table, handed it to Shen Jianian, then held her hand and poured the entire glass of wine on the man’s body.

The whole crowd gasped, but no one dared to intervene.

President Wu’s facial muscles tensed, standing still like a carved wooden statue, even letting some wine splash on his face, the humiliation was significant.

He closed his eyes, bearing it through clenched teeth.

Fu Jichen told Shen Jianian: "Remember this, if you encounter such things again, feel free to splash."

President Wu wiped his face, stepped forward, hastily grabbed Fu Jichen’s hand, pleading for forgiveness in a low tone, "Mr. Chen, I had too much to drink and didn’t recognize the person clearly. Please, forgive me."

His wet suit dripped red wine residue, looking wretched, yet his attitude was genuinely pleading, fearing Fu Jichen wouldn’t let it go and might seek revenge later.

His company had a certain reputation in Yicheng. Going against the Beicheng Fu Family would be like a mantis trying to stop a cart, knowing his own limitations. He dared not offend Fu Jichen.

Fu Jichen frowned, raised his hand, a hint of disdain in his expression.

President Wu was flustered and anxious, wiping his hands on his pants, repeatedly uttering apologies.

Fu Jichen’s hand hovered in the air for a long time without motion, Zhu Yilan behind him understood his intention, took out a pack of disinfectant wipes from her tote bag, and offered them.

Fu Jichen didn’t take it, his eyes looking towards Shen Jianian.