Marry Me Quick

Chapter 688

Chapter 688 Does Your Hand Hurt?

Zeyang was well aware of the qualities that Ziyue used to appreciate in him, so he made an effort to showcase those traits.

"Here's your drink, Mrs. Qin," the bartender placed the drink in front of Ziyue and cast a brief, disdainful glance towards Zeyang.

Zeyang let out a cold snort, "What's with that look? Is there something bothering you?"

The bartender ignored him. Despite Zeyang's questionable motives, there was still a lingering air of refinement about him, thanks to his privileged upbringing in the wealthy Gong family, before they faced financial difficulties.

But after the Gong family's bankruptcy, his days worsened with each passing day. Once he had squandered all the inheritance after living a luxurious lifestyle, Zeyang realized that he couldn't even afford a seasonal item from the brand he used to wear habitually.

Such a life was unbearable for him.

"Hey! Who are you to sass my employees? Get lost!" Ziyue snatched the drink and slammed it down on the bar counter, causing some of the liquid to spill.

Zeyang had hoped to leverage Ziyue's sorrow and reignite her feelings for him. Unforeseen to him, he was humiliated by her instead.

He clenched his fists, suppressing his anger, and smiled as he gently said, "Ziyue, I just..."

Ziyue waved her hand, frowning fiercely, "Stop that disgusting smile! If you smile again, I might just throw up."

With a light dinner and the effects of the alcohol, she was beginning to feel a bit nauseated.

Zeyang's composure finally crumbled. His face turned ashen as he was about to retort, but Ziyue's voice pierced through the air before he could speak, "Oh, I remember now. You're on the Lumiere Jade House's blacklist. How on earth did you manage to sneak in?"

She was already well on her way to getting drunk, her speech dragging on in a soft, feeble tone devoid of authority. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Zeyang was caught off guard. He stood abruptly, glaring at her, "What do you mean?"

Ziyue didn't even bother to glance at him. She took a slow, leisurely sip from her glass. Zeyang's expression subtly changed as he reached out to grab Ziyue, but another hand swiftly intercepted his action.

Yunan had been quietly observing from a corner. Initially, he had no intention of getting involved, well aware that Ziyue was not one to appreciate help and kindness.

But eventually, he couldn't bear it any longer.

Zeyang realized he was no match for this unexpectedly strong man. Frustrated, he shouted, "Who are you?! It's none of your business!"

"I'm someone you shouldn't mess with," Yunan sneered, exerting force with his hand and shoving Zeyang aside.

As Yunan turned to face Ziyue, hoping for a word of gratitude, he heard her say, "Move…! I'm throwing up…!"

I should have known better. I shouldn't have bothered helping this woman. There isn't a single instance where she'll be appreciative. Look what happened now? She's even ruined my mood!

Ziyue covered her mouth and stumbled towards the restroom.

Yunan watched her figure, contemplating whether to chase after her. However, recalling her earlier reaction, anger surged within him. He raised his leg and kicked Zeyang to release his frustration.

Unaware of Yunan's identity, Zeyang, already feeling deeply humiliated, couldn't tolerate further embarrassment. He quickly got up and rushed towards Yunan.

Yunan swiftly evaded Zeyang's attack.

Alerted by the commotion, the security guard had arrived.

Yunan took charge of the situation and quizzed, "How is it that just anyone can waltz here? Tell your boss to be more cautious, or else people like this will ruin the establishment's reputation."

A few patrons recognized him and acknowledged his authority, agreeing, "Mr. Bai made some valid points."

Yunan was comforted by the fact that, finally, there was someone who agreed with his sentiment and understood his feelings.

However, the frustration still lingered within him. He needed an outlet for his anger, so he sought out Jingshu for a sparring session.

...

Ziyue was leaning over the sink, retching for quite a while, but nothing came out. Instead, she felt even worse.

It had been quite a while since she had last indulged in alcohol, and her tolerance was clearly lacking.

As Ziyue splashed water on her face, she squinted at her reflection in the mirror, trying to regain her senses.

Thankfully, she hadn't bothered with any makeup beforehand; otherwise, it would have been a disastrous sight.

Feeling a bit more coherent now, Ziyue remembered running into Zeyang. She couldn't help but wonder why Yunan was here too.

Yunan had stepped up and come to her aid. It was only right for her to express her gratitude and extend some courtesy.

Ziyue patted her face. With most of the alcohol wearing off, she could walk better without fumbling, but she still felt slightly light-headed.

As she made her way back down the corridor, she passed a private room, and out of nowhere, a hand reached out and swiftly pulled her inside.

"Ah...!" A startled cry escaped her lips, instantly muffled by the person's hand.

Then, like a melodious tune, a voice gently spoke by her ear, "It's me."

Two simple words swept over Ziyue like a wave.

She stood there, stunned momentarily, before tears started streaming down her face.

"Haven't you been searching high and low for me? Why are you crying now that I'm finally here?" Muchen gently said while pulling her into his embrace and caressing her long hair.

But the woman in his arms, as if struck by his words, abruptly pushed him away and landed a precise slap across his face.

In the pitch-black room, Ziyue marveled momentarily at her own accuracy.

With anger fueling her, her breath trembled, "Are you thrilled that I've been searching for you tirelessly? Does it give you a sense of satisfaction to see me getting worried sick about you?"

The room remained enveloped in darkness, and Ziyue's voice trembled with panic, "Speak up, Qin Muchen!"

Muchen obliged, but his words caught her off guard, "Is your hand hurting?"

Ziyue scoffed coldly, "This little pain? I should have been in a plane crash, vanished without a trace, leaving you in limbo for a month, not knowing if I was dead or alive. I should let you taste the agony of that distressing situation and see if it pains you?!"

Muchen's tone took a serious note, "Shut up with the nonsense!"

Ziyue contemplated questioning and scolding him for not visiting her earlier. Instead, she shifted her approach, "Turn on the light!"

She was unfamiliar with the layout of the private room, unsure of where the light switches were located.

Having not seen Muchen in over a month, she was eager to get a good look at him.

'Click!'

With the light switched on, her vision was restored.

Despite the dim lighting, Ziyue could now see Muchen's face.

Clad in a well-fitted suit, he looked thinner now. His deep, enchanting eyes were the only constant that never failed to captivate her.

Muchen greeted her with a smile, his handsome face radiant. He playfully touched the spot on his cheek where Ziyue had slapped him, his voice filled with affectionate amusement, "I was expecting for a hug and a kiss from you. Well, this slap was a surprise…