In his past life, Lu Yiming had truly let Cheng Xiao down. In his heart, she had always been a stand-in for Su Rongrong, and that was deeply unfair to her.
In this life, he hoped they would have no further entanglement. Quietly protecting her from afar—maybe that would be the best way to make up for what he had done.
Lu Yiming admitted he had the potential to be a scumbag. But at the very least, that was better than hurting Cheng Xiao again.
Unfortunately, things never went the way he wanted.
“Let go!”
Amid the bar’s noisy music, Cheng Xiao’s angry voice pierced through. She had only gone over to deliver drinks, but the man took advantage of his drunkenness and started groping her.
“Stop pretending to be innocent. Working this kind of job must be exhausting, right? Why not come with me? You’ll eat well, drink well…”
The man leered, his eyes filled with lust as he ogled Cheng Xiao.
To him, it was rare to encounter a girl this pretty. What a waste for her to be a waitress here. Those long legs alone could keep him entertained for a year.
Cheng Xiao had never experienced anything like this. Flustered and panicked, she lost control of her tray, and the drinks spilled all over the man—especially soaking his pants.
“Damn it!”
His expression instantly darkened. He was a successful man, after all. If he weren’t wealthy, he wouldn’t be here drinking in the first place.
He had only wanted to tease her out of boredom, but he didn’t expect to end up in such an embarrassing mess. Now everyone was watching and laughing—where was he supposed to put his pride?
“S-Sorry…”
Cheng Xiao was at a complete loss. She had never faced a situation like this before and had no idea what to do.
After all, he was a customer. If he filed a complaint, she might lose this job.
She had worked so hard to land a well-paying temp gig. She couldn’t afford to lose it now.
“Wipe it off.”
The man spread his legs as he spoke. The drinks had spilled right onto his crotch—definitely not the kind of place she could just casually wipe.
“I-I can pay for your pants…”
“Pay?”
His smirk grew even more perverse. It was obvious she was young and inexperienced. Easy prey. If he pushed just a little more, maybe he could enjoy her tonight.
A man overwhelmed by lust rarely thought of the consequences.
“I don’t need money. But you do have to clean it up for me.”
As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed her hand and yanked it toward his soaked crotch.
“Let go!”
Cheng Xiao’s face went pale in fear.
But the man was too strong—she couldn’t break free.
“You’ve got some nerve causing trouble in my bar. Yiming, don’t worry, I won’t let your classmate suffer any injustice.”
Even Sister Qian couldn’t watch this any longer. She stood up to intervene.
But when she turned, she realized that Lu Yiming, who had been sitting calmly across from her just a moment ago, had vanished.
“So eager, huh?”
Heh. Men.
Since Lu Yiming had already stepped in, Sister Qian simply sat back down on her high stool, picked up her Bloody Mary, and continued watching the show.
Was she worried Lu Yiming might suffer a loss?
What a joke. That kid had been a little devil since childhood. If he lost to someone like this, it’d be the joke of the century.
Meanwhile, Cheng Xiao had fallen into despair.
Even though there were plenty of people around, not a single one dared speak up.
They all watched as if it were a show—some even looked like they hoped things would get more dramatic.
At that moment, a tall figure suddenly stepped in front of her, blocking the man’s filthy hand and shielding Cheng Xiao behind him.
“Who the hell dares ruin my fun?!”
The man looked up, annoyed, only to be met with an entire bottle of beer pouring straight over his head.
Ice-cold and refreshing.
“Whoa!”
“That was amazing!”
Gasps of awe rippled through the crowd—the show was getting better.
“You’ve lost your damn mind!”
The man jumped up, only to realize he was half a head shorter than his opponent. At just 1.7 meters tall, he was at a clear disadvantage against Lu Yiming.
“Just helping you sober up. Don’t thank me.”
“Do you know who I am?!”
The man tried to intimidate him, but before he could finish, Lu Yiming grabbed another beer bottle and doused him again.
“Still not sober, huh? You molested someone in public—everyone saw it.”
“You…”
“Save it. Who you are doesn’t matter—you’re not even qualified to speak to me.”
If it was a contest in arrogance, Young Master Lu could out-arrogant anyone a hundred times over.
“I’m a paying customer!”
“Funny, so am I.”
“Where’s the boss? Where’s the law in this place?!”
The man’s bluster was completely smothered by Lu Yiming.
Now he wanted to talk reason?
Sorry—when did spoiled rich brats ever follow reason?
Without hesitation, Lu Yiming grabbed yet another beer bottle.
By now, there wasn’t a single dry spot on the man’s body.
“Call them. Here, use my phone.”
Lu Yiming even offered his own phone with a straight face.
Was this guy serious?
So calm… was it even possible he had no one backing him?
The man stood there dumbfounded, unable to move forward or retreat.
“Weren’t you going to call the cops? Hurry up. My time’s pretty valuable.”
“You…”
“Looks like you’ve sobered up. Then get lost.”
Lu Yiming waved his hand like shooing away a fly.
The man had never met someone this arrogant.
“I’m a customer! What gives you the right—”
“Oh? What Young Master Lu says, I say too.”
Just as the man tried to push back, Sister Qian, who had been quietly watching, finally spoke up.
With elegant steps, she swayed her hips and walked over to Lu Yiming’s side.
“And who the hell are you?”
“Unlucky for you—I’m the owner of this bar. And as of this moment, you’re no longer welcome here.”
Sister Qian had clearly come to support Lu Yiming.
The owner of True Love Bar was not someone ordinary men could afford to cross.
Even if they didn’t know her background, anyone who could run such a big bar in the heart of the city definitely had powerful backing.
The man might’ve been successful, but that only mattered depending on who he was dealing with.
In front of Sister Qian, he was nothing but a clown.
“Still not leaving? Want me to settle the score with you properly? Bullying my staff? You’ve got some guts.”
Sister Qian’s sharp eyes glared with quiet authority.
The man opened his mouth to say something fierce—but no words came out.
With everyone watching, he left the bar in utter humiliation.
“Tsk tsk, Young Master Lu is such a badass.”
“Boring.”
“What? Not satisfying enough?”
“Felt more like bullying. That guy wasn’t even worth the effort.”
Lu Yiming shrugged. Taking on a lowlife like that was like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.
“Hah, three beers. I’ll add them to your tab later.”
Lu Yiming: (ˉ▽ˉ;)…