His boyfriend was standing behind him?
A group of men turned their heads in unison.
They collectively saw Zhan Bei Jue standing at the back, his brow furrowed and his expression solemn.
Zhan Bei Jue didn't expect Jiang Nan Fang to be so shameless.
They had no relationship anymore, yet she dragged him into a conflict with others.
Boyfriend? Are you worthy of that?
He really didn't want to give her any face.
But then he thought about it.
Forget it. She had only been out of the hospital for two or three days after her surgery.
To just leave her to this group of trash was a bit inhumane.
After all, she was Zhan Bei Jue's ex-wife. Her dying too pathetically would reflect poorly on him.
Everyone sized up Zhan Bei Jue from head to toe.
They found him tall and sturdy, dressed impeccably, and quite good-looking. He matched this woman well.
But what of it?
He was outnumbered. Did he expect to fight against all of them alone?
I just don't like these kinds of elite men. Today, I'm going to take his girlfriend, so what?
"Are you her boyfriend?"
After a few seconds of observation, someone with a lot of nerve asked.
Zhan Bei Jue didn't even glance at them, his eyes fixed on the elevator door. "Does it concern you?"
"Hey. You don't appreciate the gesture and you speak so rudely. So obsequious, clearly asking for a beating."
"However, as a gentleman, I won't hit you for now. I'll ask: if we take this woman with us tonight, do you have any objections?"
After all, this was a high-end club.
A place that Zhan Bei Jue frequented.
How did such idiots get let in?
After a couple of drinks, they thought the laws of Nan Cheng no longer applied to them. Ridiculous.
Zhan Bei Jue: "I have no objections. But I'm afraid Uncle Police might. If you're not afraid of death, then take her."
Just as expected, he didn't appreciate the gesture.
"Damn it, my brothers are showing you respect by wanting to take your woman. How dare you disrespect Young Master Zhang? Ungrateful!"
"Brothers, let's teach him a lesson and show him how formidable I, Young Master Zhang, am!"
As they spoke, a battle was about to break out.
However, it so happened that they reached the first floor.
The elevator doors suddenly opened, revealing a crowd of people waiting for the elevator. With so many eyes on them, they had to stop.
"You, get out here!"
Someone pushed Jiang Nan Fang out, and then everyone else swarmed out, surrounding Zhan Bei Jue.
Zhan Bei Jue stood calmly amidst the group of fools, unbuttoning his shirt. "Are you sure you want to fight?"
"If you don't want to get beaten, you can kneel down and apologize to us now!"
To you?
I'm afraid I'll shorten your lifespan.
Zhan Bei Jue finished unbuttoning his shirt and began to loosen his tie.
The group grew impatient and exchanged glances. "Not afraid of death? We'll oblige him! Go!"
As a result, "Ah!"
Just as he stepped forward, Zhan Bei Jue unleashed a flurry of blows, kicking the chests of the men in front of him and sending them flying several meters away.
Then, like playing golf, each of them was sent flying with perfect accuracy.
The men piled up like a sandwich, with Zhan Bei Jue walking over and stepping on the back of the person at the top.
"Who's not afraid of death? Who shall we oblige? Hmm?"
The security captain, hearing the commotion, arrived late with his team.
Upon seeing that it was Zhan Bei Jue fighting, his face turned ashen.
"Mr. Zhan, you, this..."
Zhan Bei Jue placed his shoes on that person and wiped them from side to side, then looked at the security captain. "Do you know these people?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhan. No, I don't."
"I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. Investigate their information one by one. I'll personally review it tomorrow."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
With that, he strode past the group of groaning individuals and walked briskly out of the club.
She hadn't expected Zhan Bei Jue to have such skills. These few men were no match for him.
She had worried for him for nothing.
Jiang Nan Fang watched his retreating back and sighed, then followed him out of the club.
Outside the club, a huge parking lot had been built to facilitate guest parking.
Zhan Bei Jue stood against the light, beside his luxury car.
Jiang Nan Fang had to walk several hundred meters to get a taxi. As she passed him, she intended to ignore him but was suddenly called to a halt.
"Stop."
She knew he wouldn't help her for nothing.
Hmph, she had used him without his consent just now. She was bound to be mocked by him.
Jiang Nan Fang stopped and turned back. Her sparkling eyeshadow shone brightly in the night, looking exquisite.
Looking at him, so handsome, Zhan Bei Jue suddenly lost the urge to be angry.
He said with a neutral expression, "You can draw manga?"
So that's what he wanted to talk about.
The question caught her off guard. Jiang Nan Fang paused for two seconds.
"As you can see. Yes. What about it?"
No wonder the two children liked to draw so much. Zhan Bei Jue finally understood.
"It's nothing. I just wanted to tell you that the title of your book lacks literary merit."
"..."
Does your book title have literary merit? Then write a book and show me!
Jiang Nan Fang rolled her eyes at him in her mind, but spoke politely.
"Are you finished, Mr. Zhan? May I leave?"
"I'm finished. You may go."
Seeing that she showed no warmth towards him, wasting such beautiful features, Zhan Bei Jue felt a pang of sourness in his heart.
"I suggest you wear your old mask when you go out in the future. Otherwise, you'll have too many unwanted admirers, and you won't know how you'll die."
Hmph, a dog can't spit out ivory! She knew he wouldn't feel right without putting her down a bit.
This time, Jiang Nan Fang didn't look back. Enduring his taunts, she strode out.
She had been busy all day and hadn't eaten yet.
Jiang Nan Fang was starving, her stomach clinging to her back. On her way back to the hotel, she got out of the car to get some wontons to go.
As fate would have it, she was delayed for about ten minutes. When she reached the hotel lobby, she encountered the omnipresent Zhan Bei Jue again.
It was clear he was here to settle his girlfriend.
Being so drunk, Zhan Bei Jue feared Gong Bei Bei would be lectured by her mother if she went back, so he brought her to the hotel.
However, she hadn't brought her ID, so Zhan Bei Jue had to use his to check her in.
Gong Bei Bei leaned over the front desk. After completing the formalities, just as someone was about to escort her upstairs, she turned around and saw Jiang Nan Fang, who had just walked in.
This damned woman. Was she stalking her? How could she run into her everywhere she went?
"Miss Jiang, you're back?"
Fortunately, the staff member greeted Jiang Nan Fang proactively, dispelling any suspicion of her.
Jiang Nan Fang smiled, glanced at Zhan Bei Jue, and floated past him with her wontons.
As the staff member escorted Gong Bei Bei upstairs, Gong Bei Bei was shouting loudly.
"Don't touch me, let go! Stay away from me!"
"Ah Jue, don't leave, Ah Jue. I feel so bad, stay and keep me company!"
The staff member looked at Zhan Bei Jue with some embarrassment.
After a two-second pause, he took off his suit jacket and threw it over Gong Bei Bei's head. "Put it on."
Gong Bei Bei, delighted, quickly put on his jacket.
Zhan Bei Jue reached out and grabbed the collar of her back, forcing her to stand straight like a marionette.
"Please prepare a glass of sobering tea for her. I'll take her upstairs. Thank you."
Jiang Nan Fang stood in the elevator and was about to press the close door button when the same scene unfolded again.
Zhan Bei Jue, carrying a limp woman in his arms, strode towards her.