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The thugs likely realized that their visitor was not someone to be trifled with, yet they still wanted to salvage some dignity, especially the chubby man who was restrained. He attempted several times to break free from the coffee table but failed each time.
"What gang are you from? Do you have any idea who I am…"
Jin Chengyan had little patience, particularly with such individuals. He raised an eyebrow, and the man holding the chubby one tightened his grip. In the quiet room, the sound of bones dislocating echoed, followed by the chubby man's scream.
The scream only served to irritate Jin Chengyan further. He called out in a low voice, "A Shan."
The man named A Shan, who was controlling the chubby one, understood immediately. He pulled out a cloth from the table and stuffed it into the chubby man's mouth.
Once silence returned, Jin Chengyan slowly spoke, "I’m not part of any gang and have no authority. However, the woman you touched today is off-limits. If you’ve harmed her, I will be displeased."
His voice held no inflection, yet it felt chilling to those listening. His gaze swept over everyone who had been in the private room—the chubby man's subordinates and the nightclub's princess—each of whom had participated in bullying Qiao Nuo.
Just look at how terrified Qiao Nuo had been!
"I usually don’t hold grudges against people, but when I do, even I get scared." Jin Chengyan walked over to A Shan and patted his shoulder. "A Shan, handle this as you see fit, just as long as it doesn’t end in death. Also, I don’t want to see these people in Qin Cheng again."
The thugs in the private room were drenched in cold sweat upon hearing that Jin Chengyan wasn’t planning to pursue this matter further. What kind of lesson was this if it didn’t end in death?
"Understood." A Shan acknowledged the command, maintaining his grip without any reduction in force. The chubby man was already sweating profusely from pain and had given up struggling.
Cold and indifferent, Jin Chengyan announced his decisions and then walked over to Qiao Nuo, his face softening as he looked at her.
At that moment, Qiao Nuo remembered clearly; she would never mistake it.
"Can you still walk?" he leaned down and asked her.
Qiao Nuo couldn't recall whether she nodded or shook her head; her mind was a complete blur.
Then Jin Chengyan picked her up effortlessly and carried her out of the nightclub.
It wasn't until they were seated in Jin Chengyan's black Bentley that the warm atmosphere inside snapped Qiao Nuo back to reality. She realized she was gripping Jin Chengyan's arm tightly.
"I'm... I'm sorry..." Qiao Nuo pulled her hand back. She really wasn’t familiar with Jin Chengyan, and thinking about how she had just clung to him made her feel embarrassed.
Jin Chengyan didn’t seem to mind. He simply instructed the driver to start the car.
"Where are we going..." Qiao Nuo asked nervously.
"I'm taking you home. Where else would I take you?"
"No, please don’t take me home!" Qiao Nuo exclaimed immediately. Her cheeks were burning, likely from being hit by that fat man, and there was still blood on her. If her brother saw her waiting outside, he would definitely worry. She absolutely could not go home.
"If we’re not going home, then where are we going?" Jin Chengyan teased her.
Qiao Nuo didn’t know where she could go. “Anywhere… just put me anywhere…”
Jin Chengyan smiled slightly at her helplessness. “If you don’t mind, you can go to Jin Mansion. It’s empty there.”
Qiao Nuo instinctively glanced at Jin Chengyan. This man had mentioned marriage the first time they met, but since then, he hadn’t brought it up again, yet he had helped her in every possible way.
It was as if Jin Chengyan could see through Qiao Nuo’s thoughts. He said, “I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do. The marriage agreement requires your voluntary signature. As for my help, consider it a good deed; you can think of it that way.”
As he spoke, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. He leaned back in his chair, exuding a relaxed demeanor that didn’t convey any arrogance.
“Alright…” Qiao Nuo nodded in defeat, realizing she couldn’t argue with Jin Chengyan.
“Does your ‘alright’ mean you agree to sign the contract or that you agree to come home with me?”
Was there any essential difference between the two?
Qiao Nuo’s face suddenly flushed red.
Jin Chengyan only smiled.
- End of Chapter -
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