Zhou Jin was finally taken to the hospital.
But those three fingers had forever ended up in the bellies of wild dogs.
The atmosphere of the banquet instantly changed.
Many of the guests had more or less some leverage in Jiang Yuan’s hands.
No one knew when this unpredictable madman would suddenly start settling accounts.
The scent of blood seemed to linger at the tip of their noses. Some, unable to withstand the pressure, gave up this excellent opportunity to discuss cooperation and left early.
No one dared to observe Jiang Yuan’s expression.
Only Yan Sui dared.
Earlier, when she had intended to follow Zhou Jin into the room, it was also because she wanted to give him a few stabs—to make him lose a few parts.
But for her, the follow-up handling would have been somewhat troublesome.
Unexpectedly, she didn’t have to worry about it now—someone had done it for her.
The little girl walked back and forth, trying to find an angle to see him.
But for some reason, that tall, burly man in black always stood between her and Jiang Yuan.
Whenever she moved, the man in black moved accordingly.
Yan Sui sighed.
So far, she had only caught a glimpse of his face during that brief second of eye contact at the beginning.
The time was too short—she only remembered that he was very handsome.
It seemed he truly disliked any form of interaction, including eye contact.
The little girl regretfully shifted her gaze away.
Just then, Lin Jian walked over, his expression extremely unpleasant.
This time, however, it wasn’t directed at Yan Sui but rather with an inscrutable glance toward Jiang Yuan’s direction.
“I never expected Zhou Jin to be this kind of person… Let’s forget it this time.
“Next time, I’ll introduce you to someone else. Make sure you behave better.”
If one ignored the content of his words, he almost sounded like a strict father educating his own child.
The little girl nodded, obedient to the extreme. “Yes, Dad.”
Lin Jian nodded in satisfaction.
His earlier dissatisfaction had vanished into thin air along with Zhou Jin’s offense against Jiang Yuan.
He secretly felt relieved that Yan Sui hadn’t gotten involved with Zhou Jin.
Otherwise, what if that madman decided to take his anger out on the Lin family?
At today’s banquet, it was unlikely anyone would have any other ideas.
Yan Sui found herself with some free time. She looked around and spotted He Wan.
He Wan was speaking with someone nearby, her expression complicated as she glanced in Jiang Yuan’s direction.
The little girl walked over, smiling brightly. “Auntie, the wine in your glass is finished. Would you like me to get you a new one?”
He Wan looked at her as if she were something unlucky, immediately frowning. “No need!”
Liu Ling raised an eyebrow and glanced at Yan Sui. “Could you get me one, please?”
“Of course~” She quickly brought over a glass with both hands. “Here you go, Auntie. Your dress today really complements your figure—so elegant.”
No one dislikes hearing such words. Liu Ling’s mood instantly improved. “What a sweet-tongued girl.”
He Wan, standing nearby, looked even more displeased. “Stop pretending. Stay away from me. Unlucky—you bring bad luck wherever you go.”
The little girl’s eyes reddened from the scolding. She took a step back, holding back her grievances without retorting.
“I’m sorry, I just…”
She wiped her eyes, not forgetting to say to Liu Ling, “Goodbye, Auntie,” before walking away.
The moment she turned around, her eyes grew even redder—
She had rubbed them a bit too hard earlier, and it seemed an eyelash had gotten in.
Ouch…
It hurt a little.
This time, she was really about to shed little pearls.
She needed to go to the restroom to fix it.
Walking hurriedly, she flicked away a glistening teardrop.
Liu Ling watched Yan Sui’s retreating figure, then turned to He Wan, her expression growing even more complicated.
“He Wan, you… there’s no need for that, is there?”
He Wan was practically triggered by the phrase “no need for that”!
Unable to control herself, she raised her voice and argued urgently:
“You don’t believe me?!”
Liu Ling: “It’s not that I don’t believe you, but you might have some preconceived negative impressions that are making you less objective.”
He Wan was so anxious she almost laughed: “I’m not objective? I’m still not objective?”
She glanced toward the corner, “That one… how long has it been since he went crazy? Today he randomly chopped off someone’s finger—maybe it was because of that jinx Yan Sui.”
This sounded too absurd; even Liu Ling, who usually went along with her words, couldn’t follow this time.
“He Wan, that one and Yan Sui are worlds apart. What connection could there possibly be?”
She patted He Wan’s shoulder soothingly: “Have you been under too much pressure lately? Or maybe it’s menopausal anxiety?
“Come with me for a massage tomorrow, get a facial, and relax.”
He Wan took a deep breath, her anger and frustration with no one to confide in.
Unable to hold back, she called her daughter.
Only her dear little sweetheart understood her.
“Mommy! Why are you calling me all of a sudden?”
“Ranran,” He Wan’s expression softened immediately, “How did your exams go?”
“Of course, your daughter is the best. I have one more tomorrow, and I’ll be back after that.”
“That’s great, ah…”
“Mom, are you unhappy?”
“Yes, I’m angry because of that new thing at home.”
“That Yan Sui? She dares to anger you? Where does an outsider like her get the nerve to upset you?”
Finally, someone shared her indignation, and He Wan felt a little better.
“She’s very good at pretending, deeply scheming, and even insulted me.”
“Oh my, Mom, don’t be angry. When I come back, I’ll see what kind of person she really is.”
He Wan hung up the phone.
Unable to resist, she glanced toward Jiang Yuan’s direction.
But at some point, the sofa in the corner was empty.
She let out a deep sigh of relief.
At this very moment.
In the restroom of the SVIP lounge, the man in front of the sink had just washed his face, water droplets rolling down his brow.
He was washing his hands vigorously again.
Over and over, the veins on the back of his hands bulged, showing no mercy to himself.
The water had turned a faint pink, but he still didn’t stop, mechanically trying to create some pain to remind himself not to lose composure.
Light but hurried footsteps sounded outside.
He barely managed to pull himself out of the mire of endurance.
No one should be coming here.
Annoying.
Frowning tightly, a fierce aura emanating, he looked over with extreme impatience—
The moon fell unexpectedly from the sky.
It left him dizzy and disoriented.
The young girl peeked in, looking both surprised and delighted.
“Hello, is this…” she pointed to the sink, “available to use?”
Her reddened eyes still held tears, glistening as they met his gaze.
More footsteps approached, and a man in black walked in:
“Apologies, Mr. Jiang, I was dealing with others and didn’t notice. I’ll have her leave right awa—”
The rest of his words stuck in his throat.
Because he saw Mr. Jiang, who detested interaction and others getting close, take a step back, then another.
Head lowered, his expression still grim, his voice was very low:
“Yes.”