Marry First, No Love Later - C75
The sky had already begun to darken, and the clubhouse was becoming more and more crowded. The rooms were filled with the sounds of people chatting and playing, and the cries of the women in the room were gradually drowned out by the noise.
In such a private club, the ‘princess’ in the chartered room was often assaulted. Most of them had been looking for death in the beginning, but in the end, nothing major had happened. After all, since they had already started their business, they had to be prepared for this.
Meanwhile, the fat man in the room had already pressed his entire body against the woman’s. The clamor and the sounds of clothes ripping filled the entire room.
“I’m really not. I’m begging you, please let me go!” The woman was still begging for mercy, but it was obviously useless.
The woman was still struggling fiercely and shouting. The man got impatient after a while, he raised his hand and viciously slapped her face. He even cursed, “Stinky bitch, a ‘princess’ and you still dare to pretend to be noble in front of me!”
This slap had clearly used a lot of strength. The woman, who had been struggling fiercely, was now only left with a frail wail.
However, at this moment, a sound of something being broken suddenly sounded out at the door. The people in the room were instantly shocked by this sound and stopped what they were doing and looked towards the door.
He saw that Jongjin had his hands in his pockets, his long legs littered with broken bottles and upturned wine chests. It was clear that he had pushed the chests away.
“Who the fuck are you!” The fat man who had pressed down on the woman immediately stood up and pointed at Rong Jin, cursing him.
But before he could finish his words, he saw Jongjin standing coldly in the doorway, a strange coldness in his eyes, an invisible hostility enveloping the man.
More importantly, he couldn’t afford to offend this man with extraordinary aura. If he had just cursed at him, he probably wouldn’t be able to survive.
After seeing Rong Jin, the interest he had just shown had completely disappeared. That fat man didn’t dare to easily provoke him. In A City, whoever didn’t know of Rong Jin’s tricks would be courting death if they provoked him.
The man who was rough a moment ago had suddenly turned into a cowardly chicken. He said with an apologetic smile, “Director Rong, are you here to play as well?”
“Scram!” Jang Jin spoke coldly, his deep eyes looking down on Ju Ming as if he did not care about Ju Ming at all.
At this moment, the few people in the room were bowing and groveling like dogs in front of Rong Jin. As long as Rong Jin didn’t blame them, they wouldn’t dare to say another word and could only bitterly leave.
At this time, the woman fell from the sofa and onto the ground in shock. On the ground, Zhao Xuan Lin was still lightly sobbing, her body constantly trembling.
Just a moment ago, she was still thinking that it would be hard for her to escape tonight. When she thought that she would be tainted by a man like that, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Fortunately, she was saved now.
Rong Jin looked down at Zhao Xuan Lin on the ground with a cold expression, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, but at the same time, there seemed to be a different kind of emotion flowing within him.
At this moment, his mind was in a state of disarray. He hadn’t noticed Zhao Xuan Lin at the entrance just now, but now it seemed that this woman looked very similar to Li Hu.
Especially after what happened tonight, it was surprisingly similar to what happened to Li Hu in his memories.
Zhao Xuan Lin sat on the ground and sobbed. After a long time, she finally felt better. After that, she slowly got up from the ground and prepared to thank the man who saved her.
As soon as her eyes came into contact with his face, Zhao’s pupils widened.
Zhao Xuelin never thought that the one who would save her would actually be such a handsome man. His face was handsome beyond compare, and his temperament was plain yet elegant, just like that of a noble. At this moment, he was looking at her.
At this moment, her heart only needed a single glance to achieve that. A blush quickly flew across her face, before she raised her head, looking a little embarrassed, straight into Rong Jin’s eyes.
However, in her heart, the redness on her face was even more intense. At this moment, Zhao Xuan Lin felt that she was in a very sorry state.
With just a casual glance, she was able to see her tattered and tattered clothes, as well as the snow-white skin underneath them. It was just like the self-esteem that Zhao Xuan Lin had revealed.
He was sure that Lin Ming would look down on him. He thought that he might have seen what happened just now. At this moment, Zhao Xuan Lin felt as if her heart had been cut by a knife.
Zhao Xuan Lin subconsciously stretched out her hand to pull at her tattered clothes as much as possible, as if she wanted to cover up the exposed skin.
However, her clothes had long since been torn to shreds. No matter how she tried to pull them down, they were all in tatters, not even covering her body at all.
An uncomfortable feeling surged up to her heart in an instant and gradually began to ferment. Zhao Xuan Lin couldn’t help but cover her face and cry. Her shoulders could not help but tremble slightly.
Rong Jin looked at Zhao Xuelin crying, a string deep in his memory had been touched, but his face was still cold and expressionless.
Then, he lifted his leg and walked over to take off his suit jacket. He casually put it on Zhao Xuelin and then directly left the room.
The sudden warmth that came from her body caused Zhao Xuan Lin to be startled. The infinitely large face that appeared in front of her eyes caused her to be even more shocked.
But then, a series of crisp footsteps suddenly awakened the sad Zhao Xuelin, and she could only see the back of Rong Jin.
“Wait, I still don’t know your name.” But before she could finish her sentence, Jongjin had already walked away, not even looking back at her.
If he didn’t even know his name, then how would he find him in the future?
Zhao Xuan stood up and stared blankly at the receding back. Her two hands tightly gripped the corner of the clothes that Rong Jin had put on her body, feeling the warmth coming from them.
On the other hand, although he had not drunk much since he had left the room, he now felt his head grow heavy.
It was unknown whether it was the effect of the alcohol, but a slight irritation had always occupied his heart.
As soon as he left the club, he took out his car. As soon as he started up, he immediately stepped on the biggest throttle, driving the car at his highest speed on the road.
The cool wind of the night rushed in through the cracks in the windows, and as if he were not conscious enough, he rolled the window down to its lowest point. Immediately, a great gust of cool wind poured in, directly on his face.
The surroundings were very dark, and only the street lamps on both sides of the road were flickering with light. From time to time, they would shine on Rong Jin’s face, seeming to be somewhat sad.