Xiao Yu appeared calm and indifferent, but one glance from his icy gaze felt like a direct stab to the spine.
The woman, feeling awkward, did not dare to sit on his lap and took a seat beside him instead.
It was then that Lu Banxia caught sight of Xiao Yu, furrowing her brows instantly.
She looked at Sheng Shushu: eyes downcast, continuously sipping her drink.
Lu Banxia felt distressed.
If he didn't like her, fine, but deliberately showing Sheng Shushu, not acknowledging after sleeping with her, then further provoking her?
Bullying her, right?
Lu Banxia's attitude changed in a flash, a surge of boldness, "That scum next to him is his friend, right? How about I seduce him and then dump him as revenge for you?"
Sheng Shushu glanced at Chen Yu, "We should probably steer clear of that whole group."
Chen Yu was destined to be the number one lawyer in the Capital Circle, never having been defeated.
Shen Zui would be transferred to Zhongnan Hospital in the future, a royal-class anesthesiologist if this were ancient times.
Lu Banxia snorted, "Right, they're definitely not good birds."
Chen Yu suddenly looked over, eyeing Lu Banxia, "Have you tested whether or not I'm a good bird?"
The distance between their tables wasn't great. Although the music was a bit loud, Chen Yu and his company were already attentive to this side, naturally able to overhear.
"Would a good bird be an old bachelor? It's either because he's undersized or sexually impotent." Miss Lu's sharp tongue was well known in the circle.
"Hey, I...!" Chen Yu, inflamed with anger, stood up, ready to rush over.
"Wanna hit me? Throwing a tantrum in embarrassment? With your sloppy standards, you're not picky at all. Have you never touched a woman? Old man!"
Chen Yu's face flushed with heat, articulate in lawsuits, he was speechless now.
He had to shut that mouth!
Sheng Shushu remembered that the Lu Family would still need to seek out Chen Yu in the future.
She shielded Lu Banxia and looked towards Chen Yu, "Lawyer Chen, don't stoop to Xiaxia's level. She can be more annoying than me when she's difficult."
Xiao Yu's circle knew how troublesome she was, afraid of her; when she previously delivered love letters, failing to find Xiao Yu, she sought others, yet no one was willing to be the intermediary.
Having said that, they would definitely be even more wary.
Sure enough, Chen Yu's expression switched to a smile in a second, "Is Miss Sheng here too?"
"Would you like to join us at our table?"
Sheng Shushu smiled politely, "No, thanks. I'm waiting for a friend."
Chen Yu seemed to have figured it out, both Xiao Yu and Sheng Shushu were in low spirits, so although he wanted to play matchmaker, he was uncertain and opted to sit back down instead.
More than ten minutes passed.
Chen Yu and the woman were chatting back and forth, subtly touching on the topic of being kept.
The woman beside Xiao Yu, itching with curiosity, looked at him, "If brother could keep me, I'd be happy even with a negative dowry!"
Xiao Yu didn't even lift his eyelids, "Life's meager; whatever I keep dies."
Chen Yu saw that the woman was both embarrassed and frightened, "He was talking about pets, not people."
"You scared me to death!" the woman spoke in a pinched voice.
"A cat is possible," Xiao Yu added indifferently.
Relieved upon hearing him speak, the woman asked, "Brother, is that a cat scratch on your hand?"
It was only then that Chen Yu and Shen Zui noticed the scratches on his arm, quite lengthy ones.
Previously, Xiao Yu's sleeves were only rolled up a bit; now, they were up to his elbow, revealing his solid forearm.
The scratches were blatantly exposed.
Xiao Yu showed no intention of covering them, using that hand to pick up his glass, his gaze drifting vacantly over a certain spot.
"Hmm, a feral cat." His thin lips spoke coldly.
Sheng Shushu could hear, and holding her cup, her downcast face uncontrollably flushed.
"Just pretend it was a cat that scratched you," she had said.
He was mocking her.
Back then, Sheng Shushu had clung to Xiao Yu's arm, expressing her fear that he would deny their encounter later and insisting on leaving a mark.
Xiao Yu, with a suppressed voice, had even asked, "Is one scratch enough?"
He held her hand and placed it on his lower back.
When he suddenly exerted force, her nails left three to four long scratches, extending from his lower back to his V-line.
If he hadn't mentioned it, she would have forgotten that detail, uncertain of what drove Xiao Yu's masochistic tendencies.
Perhaps, the more impeccably dressed, the more peculiar the fetish.
She dared not ponder further, bowed her head intending to continue sipping her drink, only to realize it was all gone.
There was a commotion outside.
Sheng Shushu had not paid much attention to it at first; she was only in the middle of pouring her drink when she recognized one of the voices as Xiao Qingzhou's.
"It's my friend's birthday, show some respect and don't make a scene here."
Sheng Shushu suddenly stood up, the drink spilling in her haste as she headed towards the door.
Lu Banxia leapt up to avoid the spilled drink and quickly followed her out.
The commotion caught the attention of several people in the next booth.
In a blink of an eye, they were gone.
Chen Yu teased casually, "Other than chasing after you, I've never seen Sheng Shushu move that quickly."
He glanced over at the door.
Chen Yu frowned, "Is it because of your nephew? Was that his voice?"
Shen Zui kicked him under the table.
As if you're the only one with a mouth.
From the moment Sheng Shushu heard Xiao Qingzhou's voice and couldn't wait to rush out, Xiao Yu's expression had become solemn.
Shen Zui put down his glass, "The clients on the first and second floors are mixed, disagreements are common; I'll go have a look."
Xiao Yu did not say anything, but he stood up.
Of course, Chen Yu couldn't just sit there by himself.
In the short time it took them to leave their booth, the disturbance outside seemed to escalate, with the sound of beer bottles shattering and a clamor of voices blending together.
Sheng Shushu spotted Fang Min, and it was obvious that the troublemaking man was targeting her.
She didn't have time to ponder why the situation was different from what happened in the shared seating area in her past life.
She struggled to squeeze through the crowd, attempting to drag Fang Min away.
Xiao Yu's gaze fixed on that particular spot amidst the throng.
She fought her way through the crowd, her eyes intensely focused and urgent as she looked at Xiao Qingzhou.
Despite the chaos, Xiao Qingzhou suddenly heard Sheng Shushu's frantic shout.
He had just turned his head when he saw Sheng Shushu push through several people, rushing towards him.
Xiao Qingzhou's brows furrowed.
They had broken up, so why was she bothering him again?
The next second, Sheng Shushu gave him a hard push.
Xiao Qingzhou was jostled around, only to see that the person behind him was holding a fruit knife, almost stabbing him.
No, that's not right.
If the knife didn't stab him, why was there blood on it?
Suddenly there was silence around them, everyone's eyes turned towards the scene.
Xiao Qingzhou suddenly looked at Sheng Shushu.
Sheng Shushu was still asking him, "You're not hurt, are you?"
Xiao Qingzhou's gaze was fixed and bewildered.
Sheng Shushu followed his gaze, looking down at herself.
Where her pale skin was exposed on the inside of her short-sleeved arm, it was now smeared with blood.
"..."
It hurt.
Sheng Shushu wanted to curse.
If she had known it would turn out like this, she might as well have let him get stabbed to death!
But she couldn't curse out loud, seeing so much blood, she was already feeling faint.
The wind whistled past her ears.
She must have passed out for a while, because when she vaguely came to, she was in someone's arms.
The familiar scent of cedar, it was indeed Xiao Yu.
His steps were heavy and broad, and she felt every jolt.
But she had been carried by Xiao Yu several times in her past life, and he was very steady.
Why was he shaking so much this time?
"It hurts..." she complained faintly, "Slow down."
Xiao Yu looked down at her pale and distressed face, his features still tense, "Okay."
Afterward, his stride was still broad, but it seemed indeed much more stable.