Chapter 77

Chapter 77: He Treated Her Like Poison

The instant Jiang Shi Yue draped the thin blanket over Zhou Ling, she leaned close to her ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, “See? No matter what you say, no one will believe you.”

Zhou Ling’s body jolted stiff. She let out a scream and reached out to grab Jiang Shi Yue by the throat.

But at that moment, someone suddenly seized her wrist.

It wasn’t Jiang Shi Yue.

It was… Fu Qing Han.

Behind him stood Mr. and Mrs. Zhou with faces dark as iron, along with Zhou Yan Feng, who had just arrived.

At that moment, Fu Qing Han’s gaze turned icy and oppressive. In the night, his expression was so sinister it looked like a devil from hell.

He abruptly let go of Zhou Ling’s hand. Under a man’s strength, Zhou Ling couldn’t control her body at all – she staggered and slammed down hard to the side.

But no one dared help her. People even stepped back on instinct.

Fu Qing Han frowned. A sharp, freezing light flashed in his eyes as he wiped the hand that had gripped Zhou Ling’s wrist with clear disgust. He treated her like a venomous snake, avoiding her like filth.

He tossed the handkerchief onto the ground and casually stepped on it. It was probably no ordinary handkerchief, yet it met an end like this.

Then he carefully helped Jiang Shi Yue up. His tall, straight figure shielded her as he let out a nearly inaudible sigh. With long fingers, he brushed beneath her eyes and slowly wiped away her tears.

That sigh carried too many emotions.

Like heartache, like helplessness, like anger.

Then he took off his suit jacket and gently draped it over Jiang Shi Yue’s shoulders. His movements were far too gentle, gentle enough to make people forget how he had treated Zhou Ling just moments ago.

To Jiang Shi Yue…

He treated her like a treasure, loving her more than life.

Fu Qing Han’s face was cold. His calm voice was like an icy pool steeped in frost, each word making people shiver. “Is this how the Zhou Family treats its guests?”

“Second Young Master Fu, this has to be a misunderstanding!” Zhou Wen An’s face was beyond iron-dark. He shot Zhou Ling a vicious glare, then hurriedly explained, his tone full of obvious panic.

But Fu Qing Han only gave a half-smile, completely unwilling to bother with it. With one arm lightly around Jiang Shi Yue, he didn’t spare them a single extra glance as he walked away.

Naturally, he headed for the hotel’s front entrance.

How could Zhou Wen An let Fu Qing Han leave? He immediately chased after him.

Jiang Shi Yue leaned against Fu Qing Han. She suddenly thought he smelled really nice, but she liked the warmth of his chest even more. She spoke softly, “Little Fu, that person is here.”

Fu Qing Han lowered his head and murmured just three words. He was practically pressed to Jiang Shi Yue’s ear, his faint breath curling around her. His cool lips seemed about to brush her small earlobe, but stopped at the perfect distance, his warm breath like a lover’s whisper.

To the onlookers behind them, the scene made them whisper among themselves, heads close together.

But Jiang Shi Yue, the one in the middle of it all, seemed not to notice any of it. Instead, she hooked her lips into a strange smile.

Because she heard Fu Qing Han say by her ear, “Zhou Wen An.”

“Second Young Master Fu!”

By then, Zhou Wen An had already rushed over in a hurry. None of the other guests at the banquet dared touch this bad luck. They all wanted to stay as far away as possible.