Chapter 38: Xu Si is angry.
The guests of the Wen Family had all but left. Only a few cars remained parked along the road, the moonlight unable to fully hide the decorative lampposts.
A few strands of faint yellow light cast down. Xu Si, who had had a little to drink, possessed delicate eyebrows and peach-blossom eyes that glistened even brighter, looking as if they were about to ignite. Her voice was laced with a cool sweetness. "Mr. Xie, I advise you to let go."
Xie Ming was reluctant to remove his hand from her waist. He moved even closer, his lips curling into the reckless smirk of a man accustomed to picking up women in nightclubs. "Miss Xu, the Wen Family didn’t provide tea. How about you do me the honor of joining me for a drink to sober up?"
"Are you going to let go or not?" Xu Si smiled, revealing her neat, pearly-white teeth. Her voice trailed off, the final note rising, her tone drawn out.
"What am I to do? I don’t really feel like letting go," Xie Ming replied with a roguish grin, squeezing her waist tighter, his expression flippant.
Her bodyguard immediately stepped forward, intending to pull him away. Xie Ming’s bodyguard also stepped forward, though he felt utterly mortified by his employer’s behavior, his face burning with shame.
"Then I’ve been far too lenient with you." Xu Si let out an almost inaudible sigh and gestured to her bodyguard.
The next second, a breeze brushed past her ear. A hand with well-defined knuckles and coolly pale skin appeared before her eyes—it possessed an air of nobility, not like a bodyguard’s hand. Xu Si’s heart skipped a beat. Then, she sensed a familiar figure approach and stand behind her, blocking all light. Only their breath tickled her ear, and a voice she knew well, usually warm, now sounded strikingly cool. "Auntie, is he bullying you?"
The moment his words landed, she felt the greasy, lecherous hand on her waist abruptly yanked away. A moment later, Xie Ming’s petulant voice followed. "Damn, that hurts!"
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Standing in the dim twilight, Xu Si turned. She saw the young man’s eyes—usually gentle, now holding a cold, restless fire. He wore an outfit she hadn’t seen before and was staring intently at the lecherous Xie Ming.