Zhou Jin was finally sent to the hospital.
But those three fingers had already ended up in a wild dog’s stomach forever.
The atmosphere of the banquet shifted instantly.
Many people present had some kind of leverage in Jiang Yuan’s hands.
No one knew when it started, but this unpredictable madman had suddenly begun settling scores.
The smell of blood seemed to linger at the tip of everyone’s nose. Some people, unable to withstand the pressure, gave up on this rare opportunity for negotiation and left early.
No one dared to observe Jiang Yuan’s expression.
Only Yan Sui dared.
Earlier, she had planned to go along with Zhou Jin into the room, intending to stab him a few times and leave him missing a few pieces.
But that would have caused her some trouble afterward.
Unexpectedly, she no longer needed to worry about it—someone had done it for her.
The little girl wandered around, trying to find an angle where she could see him.
But for some reason, the tall man in black always stood between her and Jiang Yuan.
Whenever she moved, the man in black moved as well.
Yan Sui sighed.
So far, she had only seen his face for a single second at the beginning, when their eyes briefly met.
It was too short—she only remembered that he looked very good.
It seemed he truly disliked any form of interaction, including eye contact.
The little girl reluctantly looked away.
Just then, Lin Jian walked over with a very unpleasant expression.
However, this time it wasn’t directed at Yan Sui, but toward Jiang Yuan’s direction, with a deep, guarded look.
“I didn’t expect Zhou Jin to… let’s forget it this time.
“Next time I’ll introduce someone else to you. Do better.”
If one ignored the content of his words, it almost sounded like a strict father educating his child.
The girl nodded obediently.
“Okay, Dad.”
Lin Jian nodded in satisfaction.
His earlier dissatisfaction had vanished along with Zhou Jin’s offense toward Jiang Yuan.
He was even secretly relieved that Yan Sui hadn’t gotten involved with Zhou Jin.
Otherwise, that madman might have taken it out on the Lin family.
Tonight’s banquet, in the end, no one seemed to have any other intentions left.
Yan Sui finally had some free time and looked around, finding He Wan.
He Wan was speaking with someone nearby, her gaze occasionally drifting toward Jiang Yuan with a complicated expression.
The girl walked over with a smile.
“Auntie, your drink is empty. Would you like me to get you another one?”
He Wan looked at her as if she were something filthy, immediately frowning.
“No need!”
Liu Ling raised an eyebrow and looked at Yan Sui.
“Please bring me one.”
“Okay~”
Yan Sui quickly returned with both hands and handed it over.
“Auntie, here you go. Your dress really suits your figure—it looks so elegant.”
No one dislikes hearing such words. Liu Ling immediately brightened.
“You really have a sweet mouth, little girl.”
He Wan’s face darkened even further.
“Stop pretending. Stay away from me. You’re disgusting—wherever you go, you bring bad luck.”
The girl’s eyes reddened instantly as if she had been scolded.
She took a small step back in grievance and restraint but did not argue.
“I’m sorry, I just…”
She wiped her eye, still remembering to say “goodbye Auntie” to Liu Ling before leaving.
The moment she turned around, her eyes turned even redder—
Rubbing her eyes had been too hard; a lash seemed to have fallen inside.
It hurt a little.
This time, she really might shed a little pearl.
She needed to go to the restroom.
She walked quickly, leaving behind a single crystal tear.
Liu Ling looked at Yan Sui’s back, then at He Wan, her expression becoming even more complicated.
“He Wan… isn’t that a bit much?”
The words “isn’t that a bit much” seemed to trigger He Wan.
Her voice immediately rose.
“You don’t believe me?!”
“I’m not saying I don’t believe you,” Liu Ling replied. “But you might be a bit biased and not very objective.”
“I’m not objective? Me?!”
She pointed toward a corner.
“That person… how long has it been since he last lost control? He suddenly chopped off someone’s fingers today. Maybe it’s all because of that jinx, Yan Sui.”
The idea was so absurd that even Liu Ling, who usually went along with her, couldn’t agree.
“He Wan, that man and Yan Sui are worlds apart. How could there be any connection?”
She patted He Wan’s shoulder reassuringly.
“Are you under too much stress lately? Or maybe menopausal anxiety?
“Go get a massage with me tomorrow. Do some skincare. Relax a bit.”
He Wan took a deep breath, her anger and frustration with nowhere to go.
Finally, she called her daughter.
Only her precious little cotton-padded jacket would understand her.
“Mom! Why are you calling me all of a sudden?”
“Ranran,” He Wan’s expression softened instantly, “how are your exams going?”
“Of course, your daughter is the best. I have another one tomorrow, and I’ll be back after that.”
“That’s great… sigh.”
“Mom, are you unhappy?”
“Yes. I was just angered by that new thing in the house.”
“That Yan Sui? She dares to anger you? That little outsider has the nerve?”
Finally having someone on her side, He Wan felt slightly comforted.
“She’s very good at acting, extremely scheming, and even insulted me.”
“Oh my god, Mom, don’t be angry. When I come back, I’ll see what kind of thing she is.”
After hanging up, He Wan looked again toward Jiang Yuan’s direction.
But at some point, the corner sofa was already empty.
She finally let out a deep breath of relief.
At that moment.
In the SVIP lounge restroom, the man at the sink had just finished washing his face. Water droplets slid down his brow bone.
He was washing his hands again and again.
Veins stood out on the back of his hands, showing no mercy toward himself.
Even as the water turned faintly pink, he still did not stop—mechanically trying to create pain to keep himself composed.
Suddenly, quick but light footsteps sounded outside.
He barely pulled himself out of the mire of restraint.
No one should be here.
Annoying.
His brows furrowed deeply, hostility rising as he looked over impatiently—
And the moon unexpectedly fell from the sky.
It struck him so hard that his vision went dizzy.
The girl peeked in, a little surprised and a little delighted.
“Hello… can I use this place?”
Her red-rimmed eyes still held tears, damp and glistening as they met his gaze.
Footsteps approached again. A man in black entered:
“Sorry, Mr. Jiang. I was dealing with others and didn’t notice her. I’ll have her lea—”
The words stuck in his throat.
Because he saw the man who hated interaction and human proximity the most—
take a step back.
Then another step back.
Head lowered, expression still cold and unpleasant, but his voice was very low:
“…Yes. She can.”