Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
âYou c*nt, are you backing off now because you know youâve hurt me so much? Are you really a fan or not?! All my other fans are just dying to get this opportunity, but you avoid it like the plague and hit me like crazy!â
âBah! You really opened my eyes about famous artists. You canât judge a book by its cover. Your deceitfulness is sickening!â
Lu Zhaoyang glared at him as she pressed â110â on her number pad.
âPut down the bottle and Iâll forget about this incident and reporting to the police.â
The truth was, she wanted to stay out of the news as well. If this incident was made public, the Huo family will definitely give her an even harder time.
âLook at what youâve done to me! How can I just forget about this?â
He continued approaching Lu Zhaoyang. Blood was starting to trickle down to his neck.
âThink carefully! Your reputation is worth more than mine!â
Lu Zhaoyangâs retreat toward the door did not go unnoticed. Suddenly, the man threw the bottle toward her like he had gone mad!
She stepped aside quickly. The bottle landed beside her feet. In the next instant, she heard a loud noise.
Bang!
The door was kicked open. The entire door fell inward. Before she could react, the singer suddenly went down kneeling on the floor.
âAhhâ!â
âLu Zhaoyang, youâve done well, now get over here!â
A familiar voice spoke from outside. Huo Yunting stepped into the room. The singer kneeling on the floor had a small Swiss Army knife sticking out of his thigh. Blood was gushing out from the fresh injury.
Lu Zhaoyang promptly went to him. When she reached him, he pulled her into an embrace.
âHowâHow are you here?â She gripped tightly onto her phone. Behind her, the man was screaming in pain.
âWhat do you think?â Huo Yunting threw a quick glance at her. She did really well, hurting the other man like that.
He studied Lu Zhaoyang for a moment longer to check for injuries.
âWhy did you not call me? Do you think the police will be faster, or me?â
âI...â
âSister Zhaoyang!â Lin Yazhi carefully entered the room. âThank goodness youâre alright!â
Lu Zhaoyang tossed her colleagueâs bag to her. âIâm fine. Everything is alright now. Letâs go.â
Lin Yazhi looked stricken. She also saw how close the two of them were to each other and could not help imagining a number of ridiculous scenarios.
âItâs all my fault! I was hanging out with someone else. I never thought that this b*stard was so garbage! Iâll be more careful in choosing my idols from now on! I swear!â
Lin Yazhi was furious. She glared at the man in pain on the ground and said, âPresident, we canât let anyone else fall victim to this trash!â
âIâll take care of it.â
Huo Yunting still had his eyes on Lu Zhaoyang. Suddenly, he bent down and picked her up, bridal-carry style.
She instinctively put her arms around his neck for support. âYazhi can still see us...â
What would people think of them in this position?
âThereâs nothing to be worried about. My sister just had a scare, itâs only natural for her brother to bring you to safety.â Huo Yunting smiled without a care. âI must say that I am impressed by your skills. Looks like our case of domestic violence has its uses. It is good practice.â
âYouâre right. I may have to practice more often to prepare myself in future.â
âOkay, I agree.â
â...â Lu Zhaoyang was speechless against Huo Yuntingâs shameless reply.