"We're just friends now, but what about the future? Can you guarantee you won't fall for him later?" Yin Donghan sneered.
"..." Zhao Yating fell silent.
"See, you can't guarantee it either. I can tell you already have feelings for him, right?" Yin Donghan's expression grew darker.
"That's my business, not yours!" Zhao Yating said coldly, unwilling to discuss the matter with Yin Donghan. She had no habit of sharing her emotional life with others.
"Yating, we've been childhood friends, we are the ones who truly match. How can that loser be worthy of you?" Yin Donghan said excitedly:
"And Uncle Zhao will definitely not agree to you marrying him. You might as well give up hope."
"My marriage is up to me, and I'm not even with him right now; what are you so worked up about?"
Zhao Yating said disdainfully, but she also felt very angry inside. The fact that Yin Donghan would use her father to threaten her disgusted her immensely.
"I..." Yin Donghan was at a loss for words.
"Instead of wasting time thinking about all these messy things, you might as well learn some medical skills. If I'm not mistaken, you still don't know what acupuncture is like, do you?"
Zhao Yating glanced coldly at Yin Donghan.
Yin Donghan, of course, knew nothing about acupuncture because he hardly attended classes. The only reason he was at the Chinese Medicine Hospital was because of Zhao Yating.
"Hey, beauty, you're quite pretty, which room are you in? Want to have a drink with us?"
At that moment, several men dressed like gangsters emerged from the men's restroom; upon seeing Zhao Yating, they were immediately aroused and set their sights on her.
Zhao Yating frowned and took a step back, looking at the men warily.
Yin Donghan was thrilled, seeing a perfect opportunity to play the hero. He quickly stepped in front of Zhao Yating and stared hard at the gangsters:
"Get lost! Or you're going to regret it!"
"Hey, punk, tired of living, are you?" The leader, Little Yellow Hair, immediately slapped Yin Donghan, causing him to stagger.
"Beat him up! Kill this ignorant brat!" Little Yellow Hair roared.
Then his companions charged forward, punching and kicking Yin Donghan!
"Stop it! Stop it right now!"
Seeing this, Zhao Yating immediately shouted nervously. Although she wasn't very fond of Yin Donghan, he had grown up with her, and she couldn't bear to see him being beaten.
"We'll stop if you agree to have a drink with me," Yellow Hair said, pinching Zhao Yating's chin.
Zhao Yating quickly dodged, looking at Yellow Hair with disgust.
"Don't touch her, fuck your mothers!" Yin Donghan roared.
"Fucking hell, this guy is asking for it! Keep beating him!" Yellow Hair continued to roar.
At that moment, Yin Donghan pulled out a cellphone from his pocket and, enduring the pain, made a call to his friends to come and help him.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Hao Jian saw Yin Donghan's friends rush out of the room, looking worried, and wondered what was going on.
"It seems like there's trouble," Che Xiaoxiao also noticed the commotion.
"Even if there's trouble, it's Yin Donghan's problem, not mine," Hao Jian said nonchalantly.
"Stop right there!" At this moment, Yin Donghan's friend also arrived, rushing towards the gang of Little Yellow Hairs and fighting with them.
Since Yin Donghan's group was more numerous and powerful, Little Yellow Hairs gradually found themselves outmatched and were driven away by Yin Donghan's people.
Zhao Yating looked at Yin Donghan with concern, knowing that he had been attacked because of her. It would seem too unsympathetic to just walk away.
"I'm fine. For you, what's taking a beating?" Yin Donghan touched the blood on his nose.
Zhao Yating sighed, "Why did you have to do that?"
She didn't like Yin Donghan because she always regarded him as a friend. Yin Donghan's sacrifices for her didn't make her happy; instead, they made her feel guilty.
"Zhao Yating, don't you see Yin Donghan's good intentions? He's willing to give everything for you. Can that Hao Jian do the same? If he saw these gangsters, he'd probably get scared off."
Yin Donghan's friend was quick to speak up for him.
"Don't talk about it anymore," Zhao Yating said sternly, seemingly not wanting to linger on this topic.
Yin Donghan could only grimace with a bitter smile; he knew he couldn't easily sway Zhao Yating, but he believed she must have taken his words to heart.
Zhao Yating stood up on her own, not helping Yin Donghan up.
And with Yin Donghan's words, she felt agitated and wanted to know whether Hao Jian would also stand up for her.
Just then, they heard the sound of rapid footsteps approaching from not too far away. They then saw dozens of people sprinting towards them.
The leader was Yellow Hair, who had just been driven off.
Yin Donghan and his group were stunned. The opponent seemed significant, having dozens of people at his back?
Yellow Hair arrived before them, his lips curling into a sinister smile, "Thought you were tough with your numbers, huh? I've got dozens here. What do you want to do now?"
Yin Donghan's face also darkened, having initially thought Yellow Hair was just an ordinary gangster. He hadn't expected this.
Yellow Hair looked at them arrogantly, his dozens of men glaring fiercely. The moment they started fighting, they could easily crush Yin Donghan's group into the ground.
Zhao Yating also looked terrified and extremely uneasy.
"Brother, I'll give you a hundred thousand yuan for your medical expenses, and we'll call it even. How about that?" Yin Donghan had no choice but to try and bribe Yellow Hair with money.
"Money? You think you're great because you have money? What I hate the most is you people who think money makes you superior."
Yellow Hair snorted angrily and then commanded his gang, "Beat these brats to death; daring to fight me on my turf, I'd be unworthy of being called Brother Yellow Hair if I don't tidy them up nicely today."
Following that, Yin Donghan's group was beaten miserably, crying and calling for help. It didn't take long for them to have swollen faces and bloody noses.
Zhao Yating tried to run back to the private room to summon help, but Yellow Hair didn't give her the chance. He grabbed her wrist with a smirk and said:
"Beauty, where you running off to? You haven't agreed to drink with me yet!"