Chapter 65: Have You Made Enough Trouble

My woman?

Jih Mingyue is really his woman?

Right, the high and mighty Third Master Bo, it’s impossible for him not to keep a few mistresses around.

Isn’t she just one being kept?

With that thought, Nan Jiaojiao’s lips curled into a cold sneer, her lips lightly pursed, showing no intention of speaking.

Her gaze lightly skimmed over Bo Yanching’s face.

“Nan Jiaojiao,” Bo Yanching’s voice grew heavy.

She still stood there, unmoving.

So stubborn.

“Third Master Bo, it’s not nice to bully my girlfriend in front of me, is it?”

From behind the crowd came a careless male voice.

The tightly packed group of onlookers was forcibly parted.

Han Qi, his right hand in a cast and a bandage wrapped several times around his neck, with his broken arm in a sling, still looked devilishly charming and unruly as he was escorted through the crowd.

Approaching closer, he headed straight for Nan Jiaojiao.

“How is it, did they lay a hand on you?

Are you hurt anywhere?”

Everyone was busy being dumbfounded—when had Nan Jiaojiao provoked Han Qi?

A scion of the Kang Family, known as the Crown Prince, he had long since taken control of the Kang and Han Families.

Apart from the Mo Family, he was a figure who could stand toe-to-toe with Bo Yanching in Rongcheng City.

In front of everyone, Han Qi protected Nan Jiaojiao with an affectionate demeanor, even his questions were as gentle as if he were coaxing a little ancestor, “I’m here, have your back.

Whoever dares to bully you, I’ll make them break an arm and a leg, they absolutely won’t leave Minglun in one piece!”

Nan Jiaojiao’s brows tightened, looking at Han Qi with suspicion.

She had already beaten him up so badly, what kind of act was this?

Unable to get any answers from her, Han Qi turned to ask someone else.

As it happened, there was someone who saw the entire exchange when Mo Di was giving Lu Zhenzhen a hard time and narrated the whole thing without missing a beat, which matched Jih Mingyue’s account closely.

After thinking it over for a moment, Han Qi decisively pulled Nan Jiaojiao behind him and declared loudly, “So what, it’s my baby girl who beat up someone.

Isn’t a mistress supposed to be beaten?”

“…”

I’ve seen shameless, but never shameless and so self-righteous.

Mo Di was already fainting from pain, but upon hearing the word “mistress,” he woke up in pain again, whining and crying in Jih Mingyue’s arms.

Han Qi scoffed coldly, “Destroying someone else’s marriage and still daring to strut in front of the legal wife, if not to beat her then who?

My baby did a good job hitting her.

Those who are not satisfied, bring your backers over, I, Han Qi, will personally reason with them.

Beating you all would dirty my baby’s hands.

I’m putting my words here today; unless my baby has vented enough, no one is allowed to leave.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Di no longer dared to cry, and Jih Mingyue was also shivering with fear.

Han Qi wasn’t a person from the entertainment industry, but if he wanted to blacklist someone, it was as easy as crushing an ant.

Lu Zhenzhen, who still retained half her drunkenness, had never liked Han Qi, but seeing what he said and his protective stance towards Nan Jiaojiao, Miss Lu actually gave him a rare thumbs-up.

Nan Jiaojiao’s face still looked displeased.

She withdrew her hand slightly, and Han Qi immediately turned his head and held her hand even tighter, coaxing her indulgently, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s lips thinned, and then, with two fingers, she pressed down on Han Qi’s index finger.

“Ah!!

Dammit!!”

Another finger bent.

Han Qi released her hand, crying out, “You just crippled one of my hands, and now this?!

Baby girl, if you’re really upset, can we talk it out in bed?

Don’t domesticate me in public, you’re trying to murder your own husband!”

Nan Jiaojiao stared at him coldly, “Get lost.”

“I won’t!” Han Qi leaped forward, standing close to her, “I’ll stay right here, unless you drive me away.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t know what to do with him; she couldn’t beat him away, and when she pushed him, he just pressed his chest closer toward her.

To the bystanders, it looked like they were flirting and quarreling—Young Master Han was just short of throwing himself into her arms.

Bo Yanching’s eyes narrowed coldly, a low atmospheric pressure enshrouded him, and the cigarette pinched between his fingers was squeezed into a dent.

“Have you made enough of a scene?” he asked coldly.