Page 86 of He Is My Bride
“Ladies, please…” Huang Xiang tried, but he was wholly ignored.
“Quite enough!” said Lin Yong with more authority but no more success.
Meanwhile, Hanjun had tossed Wang Hao and the man had flown a good few meters back, landing on his back on the table and knocking over a champagne bucket.
“Hanjun, calm down!” Hanrong shot up and went to grab him, aided by one of Hanjun’s friends, but Hanjun was not trying to move anymore, only stared at the battered Wang in his terrible silence, his eyes staring down in contempt although there was still a drunken haze over them.
Li Ying struggled, but while he was taller and stronger than any of the girls alone, he wasn’t a gym rat, and it was three against one.
“Get off me!” he tried to retain his feminine voice, but it was becoming difficult while struggling and agitated.
“What are you even trying to show off in that dress? Aren’t you ashamed?”
Li Ying froze when Xiuxiu grabbed the front of his dress from behind. He feared that if he struggled now, the already low neck and maybe even his bra would get pulled down and reveal justhowflat his chest was. Would people suspect something if they saw that? If they saw all the tape?
Fuck, what do I do…?
“I bet even what little she has is just rolled-up socks in her bra,” mocked the other girl.
“Let’s take a look!” Xiuxiu began to tug down on the dress, but she only managed to reveal the lacy edge of Li Ying’s bra before she halted, crying out in pain: a McQueen heel had stabbed her toe, Li Ying having stomped his foot down on hers with full force.
“My foot! You whore!” Xiuxiu cried.
I hope it broke!Li Ying twisted his heel to make it hurt. He was preparing to do it again, but then his arms came free: the other girls had let go, scattering before Wu Hanjun, who had swooped in and shoved Xiuxiu. Hanjun had aimed and directed her into the arms of Lin Yong, who had also come to Li Ying’s rescue. Xiuxiu wailed and clung to Lin Yong, her leg all limp.
“My leg! That bitch broke my leg!” Xiuxiu cried.
I wish I did!
The security was coming in to break up the fight, but Hanjun was already flying towards the exit, half-carrying Li Ying, who turned over his shoulder to shout:
“Cluck cluck, bitch!”
Hanjun led him out of the club and towards the elevators.
“Hanjun, our coats.”
Hanjun did a 180 so fast Li Ying felt dizzy as he got dragged along, and they went to get their coats before proceeding to the elevators.
Once the doors had closed and they were alone, Li Ying started laughing maniacally, his feminine voice failing:
“Shit! You really decked that Wang bitch! Ahaha!”
Hanjun grabbed Li Ying’s shoulders and brought his face close, looking at him with a concerned frown, although his eyes couldn’t focus on anything for long:
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s okay, Junjun, you saved me!” Li Ying grabbed his face and kissed his cheek, and Hanjun would have blushed if his cheeks weren’t now permanently red. “But why?!” Li Ying lamented, “Whydid you keep drinking against me!”
“No one…” Hanjun slurred, raising his hands to Li Ying’s cheeks. “‘Mwah mwah’myLi Ying.”
Li Ying blinked. A blush crept on his cheeks as well, but he laughed. “Hanjun, you’re such a silly melon!” he baby-talked and pinched Hanjun’s cheeks.
Coming to the lobby, Hanjun’s phone rang with a message.
“Hanjun, your phone.”
As Hanjun didn’t react but only looked at Li Ying dully, Li Ying took his phone from his pocket and checked the message for him—of course he knew Hanjun’s pin.
