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The servant's gaze fell on Du Yanqing, and the corner of his eyes caught Lu Juyan's profound eyes, giving off a feeling of unexplainable panic, as he withdrew his gaze from's body with a guilty conscience. Withdrawing his trembling fingers, he squatted down to pick up the cup and apologized to the people around him, "I'm very sorry."

Fortunately, the staff there were all gentle looking men. They waved their hands to indicate that they were fine and didn't pay any attention to the red wine droplets on the black suit pants.

The carpet here was a little wet, and quite a few people sat down to the side. The manager just so happened to be tongue-tied, which attracted everyone's attention.

After stabilizing himself, Du Yanqing looked at the wine cup on the floor that still contained some leftover wine, and lowered his eyes to look at the white shirt he was wearing, and faintly felt that something was not right.

She turned her face to face with Lu Juyan's cold expression. Before she could even ask the question, she saw Lu Juyan walking over to the waiter, blocking his path as he asked: "Who are you?"

A cautious look emerged in Lu Juyan's eyes as the pressure from his body was all secretly being emitted towards the waiter. As for those who wanted to hurt Du Yanqing, he did not want to let them go at all. At this moment, they were afraid that everyone was present. Even their voices could only be heard in a neutral tone.

At this moment, his back was facing Du Yanqing, but he deliberately shot a glance at the opposite wall, so as to prevent Du Yanqing from noticing any unusual expression on his face.

"I'm the waiter."

The atmosphere in the room was particularly lively, but at this moment, the waiter felt a cold and gloomy aura that woke the goosebumps on his arm. His ears were filled with Lu Juyan's neither hot or cold words, and his mind was unsteady as he did not dare to look the other party in the eye.

The corner of his mouth pulled up into a stiff smile, and the slanted bangs that were loose in front of his forehead covered his numb and overflowing Korean style. The hands that held the cup of cold air were covered in sweat, and his back was stiff as he stood on the spot.

Just as the waiter raised his head, a hint of warning appeared in the depths of his eyes. He walked closer and asked, "Who told you to do this?"

Du Yanqing, who was standing behind the two of them, noticed the strange expression on the waiter's face and tensed up. He walked to Lu Juyan's side and looked at the waiter vigilantly.

"Sir, what do you mean? I don't quite understand."

The waiter lowered his gaze in fear, his fingertips touching the slightly inflated pocket. Something that could solve his urgent needs helped him to calm down. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, turned around and picked up the tray by the side, and spoke as if he was playing dumb.

A drop of sweat trickled down the back of the waiter's neck. As the cold air in the room swirled around him, an incomparably cold feeling appeared on his skin. Ye Zichen shrank his head and lowered his head, turning to leave once again.

"Stop right there!"

The attendant's concealing action was too obvious, causing Du Yanqing to have no choice but to guess something. Without saying a word, she walked up to him, blocking his path. His originally friendly face suddenly turned ice-cold, and he glared at him in dissatisfaction.

Lu Juyan, who was standing behind the waiter, coldly looked at his body. The moment he turned around, Lu Juyan opened his mouth and spat out a few words: "Do you want to die?"

He did not make any sound, but let the waiter clearly understand his words, as if each word was in his ear. The pressure on his body suddenly increased, causing the waiter to be unable to catch his breath.

The feeling of being pummeled from the front and back made the waiter suffer extra pain. His fear of death made him recall that when Sun Jiangyuan handed him the cheque, he had never agreed to anything and that made him feel a lot more at ease.

The world said that money could make ghosts work, but if one did not live, how could one spend the money that one earned?

This thought flashed through the attendant's mind, causing him to feel that it was the truth. He had always been being watched by the fiery gazes of the two, and had wanted to escape from this place so much that he was forced to sell Sun Jiangyuan out, revealing the culprit to the two of them, "It's Sun Jiangyuan."

He didn't want the two of them to think too much, so he hurriedly took the items and left the room to the side to avoid any other mishaps. From the bottom of his heart, he felt a bit of guilt towards Sun Jiangyuan, his hand grabbing the cheque in his pocket, and a bit of a heart that did not dare to let down.

Lu Juyan looked at the servant's figure that was fleeing in panic. He did not try to stop her, but he still made a note for her in his heart. The expression on his face was extremely indifferent, and it was impossible to tell what he was currently feeling.

"Him again! I'm going to get even with him! "

Du Yanqing who was originally very dissatisfied with Sun Jiangyuan now revealed her sullen aura. The hand that was placed beside her also clenched into a fist, wishing that he could punch Sun Jiangyuan's pig head cake right now.

Her mind was replaying all of Sun Jiangyuan's actions to her over the years, and she felt that she needed to seek an explanation to dispel the hatred in her heart.

Just as Du Yanqing took a step forward, Lu Juyan grabbed her hand and pulled her into his embrace. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the employee making a ruckus. He put his head on her shoulder and whispered into her ear, "Tonight is to celebrate our day together."

His face revealed a bit of a wronged expression, but his hair that stuck to Du Yanqing's face didn't have the slightest hint of piercing face, as if he was a huge toy and couldn't bear to see his master leave.

"Sorry, I'm not going."

It was unknown if it was because Lu Juyan's actions had touched Du Yanqing, or because she herself felt that she should not have done so, that caused her to turn around. Guilt flashed through his eyes as he apologized. Tiptoeing, he caressed Lu Juyan's hair and tried to soothe her emotions.

She didn't notice the sly smile in Lu Juyan's eyes, which was covered by her bangs. It was like a cat stealing food. Even the annoyance that Sun Jiangyuan had brought with him had disappeared under her care.

In front of the screen in the room, the manager walked down the stage with a reddened face. Many people were almost unable to catch their breath from the manager's incoherent singing and his funny posture, and did not notice at all that Du Yanqing had dropped this matter.

"Cough, where's our main character today? We can't just stop the main character from singing a line or two, can we?"

The manager placed the microphone on a nearby table, picked up his exclusive glass and drank a mouthful of wine. The pungent feeling stimulated his throat and consciousness, making him feel like he was reading a special book. After looking around, he did not see the existence of Du Yanqing and, and could not help but ask.