(Blended POV)
While I was patiently waiting for Baisti to arrive, I took a moment to check my phone and slipped on my earphones, fully aware that my dog husband had a penchant for sending me sultry and seductive voice notes that never failed to brighten my day.
"You came here with him!" A masculine voice interrupted my thoughts, slicing through the ambient noise.
"Brother Duan, it wasn't what you think!" the woman quickly replied, trying to defuse the escalating tension.
"What do you mean? Are you saying I'm blind?" he retorted, his tone sharp and accusatory.
"No, no!" She exclaimed in a rush. A small woman stood beside him, looking utterly pitiful compared to the towering figure of the taller man. Her eyes were glistening with tears, the redness around them indicating she'd been upset for a while now. She was clutching his coat tightly, as if it were her only lifeline. He held a drink in one hand and was clearly trying to pull away from her grasp, but in her attempt to stay close, she stumbled, causing the liquid to spill all over a woman seated nearby who had her head bowed down, seemingly lost in her own world.
Silence descended upon the scene as everyone watched, caught between curiosity and judgment.
With my hat perched low on my head, shielding a good portion of my face, and my jacket enveloping me, I failed to notice the crowd drawing closer or the chorus of murmurs rippling around me. My focus was solely on the digital messages in my ears.
Then, suddenly, a stream of liquid made its way down the brim of my hat. Now, It is quite odd to wear such a hat indoors, but I was determined to maintain my peace, especially since a few fans had recognized me a while ago, now is my free time and I needed my personal space.
Listening to my dog husband's smooth, sultry voice flowed through the earphones brought an involuntary smile to my lips. It was undeniably true; before that woman had entered the picture, he had been utterly devoted to me. I had embodied the type of life that every woman dreams about, filled with love and commitment, but everything shifted dramatically when this so-called white lotus appeared on the scene.
Now, as if to add insult to injury, and ruin my once good mood, someone had decided to douse me in alcohol for absolutely no reason at all. What drama is this?!
"Ahh!" Suddenly, a woman tumbled right in front of me, causing my heart to race.
What is happening here?! Do I really look like easy to bully? My phone, already wet from the unexpected alcoholic shower, felt crushed in my grip as I let out a silent curse before shoving it deep into my pocket, not even caring if it really was.
I was extremely annoyed but was still rational.
I kept my gaze fixed on the woman ahead of me who was now cowering before me like a damn hairless mutt!
"I'm sorry, please don't be angry with me…" she stammered, inching away from me as if I were some sort of monster. I raised my hand, following the frantic direction of her wide eyes, but I hadn't even done anything out of the ordinary. Yet, she acted as though I had been the aggressor, casting me in a light I didn't deserve.
My right eye twitched uncontrollably in annoyance. I finally removed the wet hat, allowing my glare to find the source of the chaos. Then a loud voice pierced through the chatter: "You! Why are you bullying Qi Miao?" A puny man stepped forward, trying to look brave—his stature making it almost laughable.
I couldn't help but compare him to my husband, whose towering over two meters and muscular build left no room for intimidation. My manager and the people I usually surrounded myself with shared a similar impressive stature. This man, however, barely stood at around 182 cm, a height that, if I were to stand up, would likely have me looking down at him by a few inches. With a toss of my hat aside, I took a steadying breath, calculated the potential costs of the situation, and resolved to request compensation first. "B-b-brother Duan, please save me! please save me!" the pitiful cry of the woman was heard, standing tall and looking down at the woman still gazing up at me with a mixture of fear and confusion as if i really bullied her.
I cant believe I have met the legendary 'touch porcelain female'.
I was minding my own business ah~
why did drama follow me like flies around shit!?
Not wanting to engage with her any further, I deliberately stepped over her in my quest to confront the man rushing toward me, my resolve growing stronger with each passing moment.
Don't get violent Storyia. (x2)
I tried to brainwash myself silently.
"I was simply sitting here, minding my own business, when, out of nowhere, I found myself completely drenched," I said in a calm and measured tone, making sure to articulate each word distinctly and clearly. I wasn't a drenched because the hat saved me and most of the drink splashed on the floor, but none the less, this sort of thing has never happened to me before, so I continued to speak further. "I can't help but wonder how it is that I managed to offend Mr. Duan." It seemed utterly pointless to think about it; I couldn't just magically transform into a muscle-bound barbie and confront him directly. That notion felt ridiculous, I am still a public figure after all, so I need to set an example and be civilize. My eyes then drifted toward the foolish woman on the floor. Would she really just remain half laying there without making an effort to get up? Well, whatever, I shifted my gaze back to the puny standing before me, silently waiting for him to speak.