Her cold attitude did not make Yuan Chen give up. Instead, he said with interest, “Don’t be so quick to reject me. I’m not a bad guy.”
“I have a boyfriend.”
“So what? Even married people can divorce. You can change a boyfriend at any time.”
Lin Jiao was speechless.
She had never seen such a shameless person.
She walked around him, but before she could take two steps, he stepped on her dress, making her unable to move.
“What do you want?” She clenched her fists and looked at that face in disgust, as if she wanted to hit him.
Yuan Chen did not sense any danger.
He took out a bank card and attempted to tempt her with money. “Give me your contact number and this is yours.”
“Get lost.”
“Sure, let’s get lost from here together and go somewhere else.”
Seeing that his gaze was getting more and more obscene, Lin Jiao pulled her dress out from under his feet and kicked him in the stomach.
Yuan Chen let out a muffled groan as pain spread throughout his body.
He glared at her fiercely and quickly grabbed her hand. “Miss, this is not fun.”
Lin Jiao stepped on his right foot. The moment he bent his back in pain, she broke free from his grip and clenched her fist to punch his face.
Her ruthless action angered Yuan Chen.
He tilted his head to avoid the punch, stepped on her dress again, and grabbed her hair.
“You forced me to do this.” He gritted his teeth, wanting to smash the back of her head against the wall.
Lin Jiao endured the pain in her head and bent her knee to aim at his lower body. Just as she was about to give it a kick—
Pei Zhi, who was exuding a terrifying aura, rushed over.
He grabbed Yuan Chen’s forearm and pinned him to the ground to beat him up.
He punched fiercely, and every punch carried obvious killing intent.
“Stop, stop hitting me…” Yuan Chen couldn’t take it anymore. He curled up and covered his head, trembling uncontrollably.
However, the more he did that, the harder Pei Zhi punched him.
The scene of him bullying Lin Jiao kept replaying in Pei Zhi’s mind. At the thought that Lin Jiao’s life could be in danger, Pei Zhi lost all his rationality and wanted to beat him to death.
“Uncle.” Lin Jiao came back to her senses and glanced at Yuan Chen, who had been beaten black and blue. She went forward and tugged at the corner of his shirt.
She was too close. Pei Zhi was afraid that he would accidentally hurt her, so he retracted his hand.
He turned to look at Lin Jiao and placed his palm on the back of her head, saying in a gentle tone, “Does it hurt?”
Lin Jiao felt a warmth in her heart.
“It doesn’t hurt.” She looked up into the pair of anxious eyes and smiled. “I didn’t lose out anyway.”
“Good.” Pei Zhi suppressed the anger in his heart.
He called Zhou Yanshen and waited for his people to come over to deal with Yuan Chen before bringing Lin Jiao back to the banquet hall.
Yuan Chen, who was dragged to the safe passage by a few burly men in black, knelt in front of them in fear and begged them to let him go.
“It’s useless to beg us.”
The shorter man squatted down in front of him and played with the baseball bat. “Actually, it doesn’t hurt. Just bear with it.”
“I have money. How much do you want…”
“We’re not short of money.”
A few violent bangs sounded.
Yuan Chen, whose limbs and arms were broken, could not even cry for help. He could only let them drag him out.
He lay on the lawn by Ryder Hotel’s back door, looking at the bright moon like a deranged fool and whimpering non-stop.