Chapter 370: Chapter 368 He Looks Like You
Jian Xi had to look after Wan Yu while simultaneously dealing with these men, and she soon found herself at a disadvantage.
Just as one of the men’s palms was about to strike her face, the music suddenly stopped, and all the lights flickered on.
The hoodlums froze, their eyes squinting against the bright lights, which they could barely keep open.
Jian Xi seized the opportunity to kick the man opposite her and pulled Wan Yu to a safe distance.
"Dammit! Who is it?" The hoodlums, fueled by alcohol, cursed loudly without caring who it was.
From the crowd, Song Xicheng stepped forward. His mixed-race eyes were a piercing blue, making them particularly striking. At over six feet tall, his imposing handsomeness and casually affluent demeanor made him stand out. A cold chill played around the corners of his slightly curled lips, hinting at a careless indifference. The unique, piercing chill of a man who navigated both the underworld and legitimate society radiated from him with every step, letting everyone know he was enraged.
"Dare to curse at me? You’re certainly one of the few!"
He raised his hand. Several burly men in black stepped forward, grabbed the hoodlums by their collars, and landed heavy slaps across their faces with hands like palm-leaf fans. The force was so great that teeth and blood flew from the mouths of the hoodlums who were struck. Such a one-sided beatdown was a rare sight, and the room fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.
The hoodlums were terrified, crying and sniveling on their knees, begging for mercy. "Boss, I was wrong! We know we were wrong!"
Song Xicheng raised an eyebrow and chuckled coldly. "Apologize to me? Why?"
The hoodlums quickly kowtowed to Jian Xi. "We’re sorry! We were blind as bats, got a bit too carried away with the drink! Please, we beg you, spare us!"
Then, they began to slap their own faces fiercely. Their faces were covered in blood, and they trembled with fear.
Jian Xi couldn’t help but swallow hard.
Was this the aura of a powerful figure who commanded both legitimate and illicit worlds?
Song Xicheng’s domineering aura was completely different from Si Yuhuan’s. In Song Xicheng’s eyes, a human life was probably less valuable than a salted fish.
He bent down, and the small knife spinning in his hand viciously pierced the back of the hand of the hoodlum who had just tried to strike Jian Xi.
"AHH—"
The hoodlum passed out from the pain.
"Trash!" Song Xicheng kicked him away.
The remaining hoodlums were so scared they wet their pants.
The girl who had just been pulling at Jian Xi, calling her "sister" and trying to get her to stay, was now thoroughly sobered by fear. "BOO HOO HOO, help—"
Not a single person present dared to step forward.
Jian Xi couldn’t help but speak up. "That’s enough."
She was afraid someone would get killed.
Song Xicheng spoke coldly, "All of you, get lost."
After they left, he adopted a completely different expression. "Shall we go upstairs to rest?"
Given his earnest invitation, Jian Xi found it hard to refuse. She managed a reluctant smile. "Okay."
It was a good opportunity to send Huang Ying a message—Song Xicheng hadn’t replied to her messages because he had actually come to China.
Song Xicheng had one of his subordinates take Wan Yu to get settled.
Jian Xi couldn’t help asking, "You just got here too?"
"Yeah! If I didn’t come to China, how could I witness a battle of the century?"
"What battle of the century?" Jian Xi was confused, feeling as if she had missed something.
Song Xicheng touched his chin. "Seems like you don’t know?"
He sounded a bit disappointed. "Ah, I really feel it’s a pity for Yuhan."
What did that mean?
Song Xicheng pushed the door open. The private room was completely empty, without even a single bottle of wine. Clearly, it had been prepared specifically for her.
"President Song, you must be busy. There’s no need to entertain us."
She took Wan Yu back, settled her on the sofa, and prepared to call her elder brother and Huang Ying.
CREAK— The door suddenly opened.
Si Yuhuan walked in from outside.
"Alright, I’ve brought the person up for you. The rest is up to you," Song Xicheng said, spreading his hands, then completed his mission and left.
Jian Xi realized in a daze that Song Xicheng’s timely heroic rescue was actually at Si Yuhuan’s request.
Adversaries often cross paths, indeed. She hadn’t expected they would end up in the same place like this.
The man staggered over, pulling at his tie. He reeked of alcohol, a scent mingled with perfume. An elegant yet alluring charm, mixed with an indescribable mystery and nobility, emanated from him in the dim light of the night.
His tall figure swayed towards Jian Xi, and she instinctively put her hands on his chest to steady him.
Suddenly, his handsome face was inches from hers. Jian Xi turned her head away, and his cool lips landed on her cheek.
Her heart pounded THUMP THUMP THUMP, and she spoke in a husky voice, "Si Yuhuan, back off! Wan Yu is still here."
She was like a child who had done something wrong, frantically resisting.
Si Yuhuan pinched her chin. His gleaming eyes, as deep and dark as black zircons in the night, fixed on her. "Jian Xi, you truly are heartless."
The strong smell of alcohol wafted into her face.
Jian Xi seethed.
"Hmph!"
Jian Xi didn’t know where this sudden surge of fury came from. She grabbed his tie, her teeth gritted. "Even if I’m heartless, I don’t go around hooking up with people in the middle of the night! Not like you, who seems so busy enjoying yourself! And this lipstick mark—you should wipe it off! Going straight from work to women... be careful you don’t screw yourself to death!"
She jabbed a finger at a lipstick mark on his white shirt.
Si Yuhuan frowned.
"Speechless now, are you?" Jian Xi’s face was grim. "I admit, I used you to help find my son. That was shameless of me. But I also promised to give you something in return. Si Yuhuan, you will never know how much you truly owe me! What I’m taking back now isn’t nearly enough!"
As she spoke, her eyes welled with tears.
Si Yuhuan rolled over to lie on the sofa, glancing at Wan Yu, who was passed out drunk beside him.
He took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Come over and take your woman home."
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Jian Mingcheng’s voice was sharp with displeasure.
Just then, Wan Yu let out a loud burp and shouted, "Drink! Bring me another bottle!"
Hearing her voice, Jian Mingcheng’s tone grew even colder. "Give me the address."
Si Yuhuan’s lips curled. He immediately sent the address, then tossed his phone aside and ordered to someone outside, "Take her out."
"What are you doing?"
Si Yuhuan pulled her back. "Your brother will be here soon. She’s in the way."
Wan Yu was taken out.
Si Yuhuan pulled Jian Xi into his embrace. "Stop struggling, or I can’t guarantee what I might do to you."
The man’s voice was low and husky, as bewitching as a siren’s call.
With their bodies pressed so close, she could already feel the man’s arousal.
Her heart hammered in her chest with nervousness. "Si Yuhuan, calm down!"
An inexplicable fear made her body tense.
Si Yuhuan’s large hand settled on her waist, carefully tracing its curve.
"Jian Xi, let’s have a child together," he sighed softly.
"Have you lost your mind?"
She pushed him away.
Si Yuhuan leaned back on the sofa, a low laugh rumbling in his chest.
"I think Xinxin has addled your brain for you to say something like that!" She immediately put some distance between them.
He didn’t follow her.
He just sat there, seemingly lost in thought, his gaze deep and unfocused. "Xinxin said the child looks like you."
That one sentence ignited a spark of hope in Jian Xi. She asked excitedly, "She saw Mingming?"