Fu Jingshu had no intention of paying attention.
But he couldn't stand the restlessness of the woman in his arms. He let go of her with a dark face, grabbed a white towel from a nearby rack, tied it around his waist, and went to open the door.
When the door opened, the waiter saw his well-built upper body but acted as if he hadn't. "Master Fu, Mr. Zhao, who came with you, has had an accident."
"What happened?"
A head peeked out from behind Fu Jingshu.
After the commotion just now, her small face was as red as a sunset, delicate and alluring.
She directly made the waiter stare.
Fu Jingshu narrowed his eyes, turned to see her fully dressed, and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. Her small face was completely hidden, with only a wisp of her hair showing.
"Get out."
Hearing the cold voice, the waiter finally came to his senses, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He lowered his head and ran away.
Shen Qingqing felt a little suffocated. "What are you doing..."
"Don't come out at this time anymore."
Fu Jingshu's face darkened at the thought of his little wife blushing like a peach and being seen by others. He wished he could hide her away forever so no one could see her.
Shen Qingqing chuckled. "I know. Let me go first."
Fu Jingshu closed the door and reluctantly let go. He saw her turn back into the room and soon come out, having changed into a white shirt and black pencil pants.
Her long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her lips naturally rosy.
Her waist was slender and graceful, her legs long and straight, and she wore white high heels.
She was breathtakingly beautiful.
"Where are you going?" He blocked the doorway, not wanting her to leave.
"I'm going to see. Zhao Qian came with us, after all. We can't just abandon him," Shen Qingqing said, pushing his arm away and heading out.
He could only talk the talk. If he really tried to stop her, he wouldn't be able to.
He had no choice but to return to his room to change and hurry after her, lest his solitary wife be seen by others and attract unwanted attention.
As he went downstairs, he saw what was happening below.
Zhao Qian was surrounded by three young men, all dressed in designer brands, clearly wealthy and privileged. However, they were all acting nonchalantly and with ill intentions.
One of them even reached out to push Zhao Qian.
Being introverted, he was even more at a loss for words when faced with such aggressive behavior. He stammered and stuttered, his face flushing red, unable to utter a word of retort.
"It was not intentional. I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry..."
The onlookers sighed.
"This guy is a pushover."
"Just you wait. He's in trouble with Eisen. He's not going to have a good time."
Zhao Qian was already pushed to the ground, with a bruised lip. Still, he didn't fight back, only trying to explain incoherently. Eisen became more aggressive, picking up a vase to smash it over his head.
Shen Qingqing appeared in time and grabbed his wrist with one hand, effortlessly preventing him from moving.
The vase fell to the ground and shattered with a crash, shards scattering everywhere.
"If you have something to say, say it. Hitting people is not good."
Eisen struggled to pull his hand away. She suddenly let go, and he lost his balance, nearly falling on his backside.
Fortunately, his two companions quickly caught him.
Eisen didn't get angry. His gaze lingered on her face. This woman was truly beautiful. He had seen many beauties, but none possessed the aura this woman had.
It made one... made one unable to resist, wanting to pluck her.
"Little beauty, do you know him?"
Shen Qingqing nodded and took out a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe the fingertips she had just used on Eisen.
She was beautiful, with slender and long hands. Every move she made exuded an elegant temperament and an ineffable charm that made people want to stick their eyes to her.
Eisen was initially angry, but seeing her, his anger subsided. However, he couldn't let the offense go unpunished. "Uh, what was your name again?"
"Zhao..."
Zhao Qian was about to speak when Eisen waved his hand dismissively.
"Never mind, it's not important. You offended me. Now kneel and apologize to me, and I'll forgive you. Otherwise..." he snorted, his threat evident.
Zhao Qian was in a difficult position.
Apologizing was fine, even bowing was fine, but kneeling...
A man's knees are made of gold. He kneels to heaven, to the earth, and to his parents, but not to others!
Seeing that he didn't move, Eisen looked down at the red wine stain on his clothes, which was damp and sticky. Angrily, he said, "You won't kneel? You two, go and help him!"
The two companions walked towards Zhao Qian without a word.
However, as soon as they extended a hand, Shen Qingqing stopped them. She grabbed one of their wrists, thought for a moment, twisted her wrist, and a crisp 'crack' was heard.
Everyone's backs chilled.
"Ah!"
The man cried out in pain, clutching his dislocated wrist and grimacing.
Eisen was also startled. He hadn't expected this seemingly beautiful woman to be such a poisonous rose, so ruthless. "You, you dare to lay hands on my people. Do you know who I am?"
This wasn't a beauty; she was a man-eating flower!
Seeing the man's wrist hanging limply, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Shen Qingqing wiped her fingertips again, a hint of annoyance in her brow. "Zhao Qian, apologize."
Zhao Qian was stunned and blurted out, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to. I can pay for a new piece of clothing, or give you money, but kneeling..."
"Enough. You've apologized. This matter ends here."
Shen Qingqing gave Eisen a cold glance and turned to leave with Zhao Qian. Eisen naturally refused to let it go, shouting, "You stop right there! You think you can just leave now? No way! You injured my man, and even if you're a beauty, I won't let you off!"
Shen Qingqing stopped and turned, looking at him coldly. "Everyone here is a distinguished guest. If you continue to make a scene, I will ask the host to come out and have a good chat with you."
Hearing about the host, Eisen immediately wilted like a defeated eggplant. But he was still unwilling, so after much sputtering, he left with a threat.
"You just wait! This isn't over!"
Then he scurried away sheepishly.
Shen Qingqing twitched her lips. It was a test, and "Z" hadn't shown up yet. However, judging by Eisen's reaction, it seemed that "Z" was not someone to be trifled with in the eyes of others.
She took Zhao Qian upstairs, completely ignoring the gazes from everyone downstairs who were scrutinizing her.
Yet, despite her proud demeanor, people couldn't take their eyes off her.
In the crowd, someone mumbled.
"This woman is really something."
Fu Jingshu had been standing on the stairs all along. Seeing his wife resolve the situation with such ease, the corners of his lips curved upwards, and a hint of pride showed in his eyes.
He put his arm around his wife's waist and turned back to their room.
Zhao Qian followed them like a little tail, standing awkwardly by the door. Shen Qingqing glanced at the wound on his lip.
She also noticed that his hand was somehow injured and bleeding.
"Let's go find the old man and get you bandaged."
She took Zhao Qian out and to the old man's room. The old man opened the door, saw that Zhao Qian was injured and needed bandaging, and immediately hugged the door, refusing them entry.
"No. Find someone else. Goodbye."
The door slammed shut with a bang.