Chapter 238: Chapter 245: We really are destined to meet
Chen Zheng didn’t stand on ceremony, taking the menu and starting to order with the waiter.
Soon the waiter served the dishes, almost all of which were Han Xi’s favorites. Lu Jinghan looked at the dishes on the table, his deep black eyes betraying no emotion.
He picked up one of the hairy crabs from the table, elegantly shelling it with his attractive fingers, then put the meat on the plate in front of Han Xi.
Perhaps because she was used to Lu Jinghan’s care, Han Xi didn’t feel embarrassed.
Chen Zheng, sitting beside them, felt somewhat uneasy but eventually restrained himself from showing it. He very well understood that, to Han Xi, he was merely a classmate, a friend.
He shouldn’t have such illusions.
Halfway through the meal, Han Xi went to the bathroom. After coming out, she stood at the sink, rinsed her hands, pulled out some paper towels to dry them, and then turned to leave.
She had barely walked a few steps when she heard an unfamiliar man’s voice behind her: "Isn’t it Miss Han? It seems we’re destined to meet."
Han Xi turned around, her brows knitted slightly as she looked at the potbellied old man in front of her. He was President Wang, the one who had been involved with Lu Jingwei before.
Han Xi didn’t intend to speak with him, turning to leave, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
"Miss Han, don’t be so unfriendly. After all, you’re also Xiao Wei’s sister-in-law, so we’re practically family. Why not come to my booth for a drink?"
The old man’s lecherous gaze scanned Han Xi’s body shamelessly.
Han Xi looked at him coldly, with a face full of disgust: "Take your hand off immediately."
The greasy old man didn’t let go but instead rubbed his chubby hand against the back of Han Xi’s hand.
Han Xi’s eyes turned fierce as she raised her other hand and slapped him. The old man released Han Xi’s hand in pain, fire shooting up his face.
"Don’t know what’s good for you! I’m showing interest in you by touching you; do you even know your worth?"
The old man’s face was contorted with rage, his eyes bulging in anger.
Han Xi disdainfully pulled a tissue from her pocket and vigorously wiped her hand: "Why don’t you look in the mirror and see what you really look like."
"Are you asking for a beating?"
The old man raised his hand as he spoke, but before it could come down, his wrist was intercepted by someone.
"Looking for trouble? You dare meddle in my affairs. Do you... Ow, ow, ow."
The old man looked up and, upon seeing Lu Jinghan, his whole demeanor changed, his face turning pale inch by inch.
"Lu... President Lu, so it’s you."
The old man put on a fawning smile, his heart thumping with anxiety, having always heard that Lu Jinghan was uninterested in women. Why was he intervening for a woman today? Could it be.....
He didn’t dare imagine further, his legs trembling involuntarily.
"You dare lay a hand on my woman?"
Lu Jinghan’s voice was sharp and cold as if covered in ice shards, sending shivers down one’s spine.
"I’m sorry, President Lu, I didn’t know Miss Han was your woman. Otherwise, even if you lent me a hundred guts, I wouldn’t dare touch Miss Han. Please, have mercy and forgive me this once."
The old man felt as if his wrist was about to be crushed, wincing in pain.
Lu Jinghan turned his head to look at Han Xi standing beside him: "Wife, which hand did he use to touch you just now?"
Han Xi gestured with her chin: "The one you’re holding."
Almost simultaneously, the moment Han Xi’s words fell, a "crack" echoed, and the old man’s hand was fractured, causing him to kneel on the ground howling in pain.