Marry Me Quick novel Chapter 688

Chapter 688 Does Your Hand Hurt?

Zeyang was well aware of the qualities that Ziyue used to appreciate in him, so he made an effort to showcase those traits.

"Here's your drink, Mrs. Qin," the bartender placed the drink in front of Ziyue and cast a brief, disdainful glance towards Zeyang.

Zeyang let out a cold snort, "What's with that look? Is there something bothering you?"

The bartender ignored him. Despite Zeyang's questionable motives, there was still a lingering air of refinement about him, thanks to his privileged upbringing in the wealthy Gong family, before they faced financial difficulties.

But after the Gong family's bankruptcy, his days worsened with each passing day. Once he had squandered all the inheritance after living a luxurious lifestyle, Zeyang realized that he couldn't even afford a seasonal item from the brand he used to wear habitually.

Such a life was unbearable for him.

"Hey! Who are you to sass my employees? Get lost!" Ziyue snatched the drink and slammed it down on the bar counter, causing some of the liquid to spill.

Zeyang had hoped to leverage Ziyue's sorrow and reignite her feelings for him. Unforeseen to him, he was humiliated by her instead.

He clenched his fists, suppressing his anger, and smiled as he gently said, "Ziyue, I just..."

Ziyue waved her hand, frowning fiercely, "Stop that disgusting smile! If you smile again, I might just throw up."

With a light dinner and the effects of the alcohol, she was beginning to feel a bit nauseated.

Zeyang's composure finally crumbled. His face turned ashen as he was about to retort, but Ziyue's voice pierced through the air before he could speak, "Oh, I remember now. You're on the Lumiere Jade House's blacklist. How on earth did you manage to sneak in?"

She was already well on her way to getting drunk, her speech dragging on in a soft, feeble tone devoid of authority.

Zeyang was caught off guard. He stood abruptly, glaring at her, "What do you mean?"

Ziyue didn't even bother to glance at him. She took a slow, leisurely sip from her glass. Zeyang's expression subtly changed as he reached out to grab Ziyue, but another hand swiftly intercepted his action.

Yunan had been quietly observing from a corner. Initially, he had no intention of getting involved, well aware that Ziyue was not one to appreciate help and kindness.

But eventually, he couldn't bear it any longer.

Zeyang realized he was no match for this unexpectedly strong man. Frustrated, he shouted, "Who are you?! It's none of your business!"

"I'm someone you shouldn't mess with," Yunan sneered, exerting force with his hand and shoving Zeyang aside.

As Yunan turned to face Ziyue, hoping for a word of gratitude, he heard her say, "Move…! I'm throwing up…!"

I should have known better. I shouldn't have bothered helping this woman. There isn't a single instance where she'll be appreciative. Look what happened now? She's even ruined my mood!

Ziyue covered her mouth and stumbled towards the restroom.

Yunan watched her figure, contemplating whether to chase after her. However, recalling her earlier reaction, anger surged within him. He raised his leg and kicked Zeyang to release his frustration.

Unaware of Yunan's identity, Zeyang, already feeling deeply humiliated, couldn't tolerate further embarrassment. He quickly got up and rushed towards Yunan.

Yunan swiftly evaded Zeyang's attack.

Alerted by the commotion, the security guard had arrived.

Yunan took charge of the situation and quizzed, "How is it that just anyone can waltz here? Tell your boss to be more cautious, or else people like this will ruin the establishment's reputation."

A few patrons recognized him and acknowledged his authority, agreeing, "Mr. Bai made some valid points."

Yunan was comforted by the fact that, finally, there was someone who agreed with his sentiment and understood his feelings.