"Jian Xia." Just as her voice fell, a voice carrying a hint of anger suddenly rose in the banquet hall.
Upon hearing this voice, Jian Xia couldn’t help but shiver, before she had ti to turn her head to see who it was, she felt her arm being yanked by a firm grip. In the blink of an eye, the hand holding her arm pulled her directly into a broad chest.
Jian Xia rely felt like her nose had slamd into a solid wall, so painful that she almost burst into tears right there.
Lu Jingchen saw the newcor, slightly curved his lips in a smile, yet his voice was politely indifferent, "Now that Young Master Bo has arrived, I won’t disturb you any further."
Upon hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Jian Xia hurriedly tried to extract herself from the man’s embrace, but her waist was held tightly. She looked back at Lu Jingchen, who was about to leave, and urgently said, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing? You’re my escort tonight; you can’t just leave behind."
Damn it, leaving her alone to face this man, wasn’t that going to kill her?
Lu Jingchen placed his empty glass aside, glanced at his watch, and spoke with an unhurried tone, "It’s getting late, I should be heading back. With Young Master Bo here, I trust you’ll be safely escorted ho." He paused for a mont, looked with a faint smile at the man whose face was quite unsightly, and added, "However, Jian Xia, if you wish to leave with , I don’t mind taking you along."
After all, Jian Xia was his companion for the night; he should at least fulfill his responsibilities.
But... the reason she needed him as her escort tonight to the banquet was precisely because of this man, wasn’t it?
Jian Xia was about to speak, but she felt the hand gripping her waist suddenly pinch tightly, causing such pain that tears were about to roll down her cheeks. She then heard the man’s cold and indifferent voice behind her ear, "Mr. Lu, you can go ahead. I’ll take her away after the banquet is over."
A blatant dismissal. However, Lu Jingchen chuckled coldly and remained unbothered.
If he and the man in front of him were to oppose each other, it wasn’t certain that the man would be a match for him. Had it been half a year earlier, maybe there would have been so suspense.
He and the man in front of him were actually similar in that they sotis deliberately ignored each other, making people believe they could never beco rivals in this lifeti.
Jian Xia had hoped that Lu Jingchen would help her, but after Bo Leshen had spoken, Lu Jingchen simply humd in acknowledgnt and left without a hint of rcy.
Jian Xia, "..." Watching his retreating figure, she felt that she really shouldn’t have co with Lu Jingchen tonight. She should have known better than to rely on him.
How could it occur to her that Lu Jingchen, who is usually such a domineering man, would now adopt an indifferent attitude as if the matter concerned him not?
The temperature around her plumted suddenly, and Jian Xia fought hard against the urge to shiver.
She lifted her head to look, t with a pair of gloomy and angry eyes. The gaze that was usually considered the kindest was now full of mockery and anger. She heard his mocking and indifferent voice again, "Jian Xia, are you that desperate for a man? Can’t you go a day without making advances on other n? I didn’t expect you to be so shaless and thirsty."
Jian Xia’s face turned pale, her heart feeling as if it had been viciously stabbed. Since the man had not raised his voice when he angrily called her na, it only now attracted the gaze of many people in the vicinity.
She forcefully pried the man’s hands off her arm and waist, not sure if the man really wanted to hold her after Lu Jingchen left, but she managed to break free without much effort.
Stepping back slightly, Jian Xia then saw the man in front of her dressed in an ironed, sharp Italian suit, looking handso yet carrying a touch of resolute indifference. Just simply standing in front of her, she still felt like she was under so kind of pressure.
True to his military background, and indeed the man she had pursued for so many years without ever thinking of giving up.
Her gaze moved to the ek woman standing behind the man, her voice soft yet coldly mocking, "What’s the matter? Young Master Bo dislikes seeing other n with ? Does it bother you?" As if struck by a thought, she let out a flirtatious laugh, and casually arranged the hair that had fallen in front of her ear, "That’s right, it seems you’ve never taken a liking to , so even seeing attending the banquet is displeasing to you, you’d wish I’d embarrass myself?"
In the midst of her words, Jian Xia’s eyes were brimming with scorn.
Bo Leshen’s eyes were dark and gloomy as he stared intently at the woman before him, not missing the smile on her face. With a gloomy face and a sneer, he said, "Jian Xia, I just didn’t realize that you are such kind of woman."
Jian Xia was taken aback for a mont, her hands clenching unconsciously by her side while her face still stubbornly carried a casual smile. She replied, "I’m a bit unclear about what Young Master Bo ans, what kind of woman am I?"
"A woman who will stop at nothing for her own sake, completely disregarding everyone around her," the man said, as if he hadn’t noticed the pallor on her face, his words clear and deliberate as if stating a fact.
As expected...
However, Jian Xia rely let out a relieved smile, her voice clear and cold as her eyes steadily gazed at Bo Leshen, "Is it not too late for you to realize this now? Even if I am a vicious woman, aren’t you still going to marry according to your father’s wishes?"
As she spoke, she reached for a glass of orange juice, gave a faint glance at the woman behind him, and took a step forward. Before anyone could react, she poured the entire glass of juice over the head of the girl who looked very obedient and was dressed in an expensive evening gown.
Imdiately, a high-pitched scream echoed through the banquet hall.
Bo Leshen watched as the glass of juice was poured onto the female companion he had brought, his eyes darkening. He reached out and grabbed Jian Xia’s arm, his voice was beyond gloomy, "Jian Xia, what the fuck are you doing?"
She looked up, saw his dark and fearso handso face, sneered coldly, and shook off his hand with her other hand, but did not answer him. Instead, she threw the glass onto the floor, shattering it to pieces.
Bo Leshen’s gaze turned even darker as he reached out to embrace the girl in front of him.
But Jian Xia took a step back, looked at the girl whose face was now streaked with tears, and her red lips lightly parted, "This glass of juice is payback for you. Next ti don’t foolishly think that I’m easy to bully. You want this man, right? I’m giving him to you."
After saying that, she looked at Bo Leshen, smiled with self-mockery, turned around, and left on her high heels.
Bo Leshen watched Jian Xia’s retreating figure, his eyes darkened, then revealing a trace of a smile. He was about to follow her when the girl behind him grabbed his arm.
"Bo... Mr. Bo, I..." The girl looked utterly disheveled because of Jian Xia’s act, and with the evening dress originally being white, it was now slightly distressing to look at.
Bo Leshen looked at the girl in front of him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then spoke coldly, "Let go!"
Seemingly frightened by his tone, the girl subconsciously released her grip, but by the ti she realized it, he had already stepped forward and started following Jian Xia.
...
As soon as Jian Xia left the banquet, she headed straight for the parking lot and sure enough, she saw Lu Jingchen’s Bentley Mulsanne.
Walking in high heels, holding her long dress, she went towards the car with an unpleasant expression, without a word, opened the passenger’s door, and silently buckled the seatbelt.
In Lu Jingchen’s hand was still a cigarette. Taking a drag, through the clearing smoke, he faintly watched the girl who, unbeknownst when, had started shedding tears, "What? Wasn’t that scene earlier enough for you to vent your anger?"
Earlier, he hadn’t left imdiately but stood not far away, watching how Jian Xia handled the situation.
It must be said that the current Jian Xia was no longer the Jian Xia of the past; at least now she was able to take decisive action against Bo Leshen.
"Do you have tissues?" Jian Xia didn’t imdiately respond to his question, but between sobs, she looked at him with sadness, asking.
Watching the woman before him cry like a little girl, the image of Song Qiao, whom he had brought back from Night City that night, suddenly surfaced in his mind. She had cried the sa way back then.
A strange feeling erged in his heart. He tossed his nearly spent cigarette out the window, reached for a few tissues from the dashboard, and handed them to her with a hint of disdain, "If you dare cry in my car again, I’ll throw you out imdiately."
Jian Xia took the tissues, wiped the tears from her face roughly, even snorted with discontent, but still dissatisfaction was clear in her voice, "Lu Jingchen, it’s bad enough you’re not comforting , you even threaten . I really don’t know how you managed to get married."
We’ve known each other for so long, yet he’s still so heartless towards her. What happened to being good friends?
Lu Jingchen started the car, catching a glimpse of the man walking out from the entrance through the corner of his eye, then softly said to Jian Xia, "You can keep crying if you want, Bo Leshen is coming out. I don’t mind handing you over to him; it just so happens I have a business deal with him."
Jian Xia, "...Start driving, is it not okay if I am not crying?" She took a few more tissues and continued to wipe her tears. Although she was still very sad and wanted to cry, for now, she had no choice but to hold it in. Once she was away from here, she could cry all she wanted.
This man... he’s just like Bo Leshen, both terrible and cunning.
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