Chapter 181: Chapter 178: Two Men Come to Blows
Rong Mochen smirked slightly, his tone chilly, "I heard Young Master Ying drank too much and can’t even walk, so I came to see if there’s anything I can do to help."
"Thank you for your concern, President Rong. I did have some drinks, but I’m not drunk. I appreciate your kindness, but Xiao Xiao and I have some things to do, so we’ll not keep President Rong any longer." Ying Jingyao stared coldly at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen didn’t seem to catch the hint of being unwelcomed in his words, instead, he walked in quietly and stood beside Ye Xiao, his dark eyes lowered as he looked at Ye Xiao, "So, the Xiao Xiao Young Master Ying is referring to, is it her?"
Ying Jingyao didn’t respond, just reached out and held Ye Xiao’s hand that was tightly clasped on her knee, casting a knowing smile at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen’s cold black eyes instantly dropped to freezing point, glaring at Ye Xiao.
When Ying Jingyao held her hand, she showed no sign of resistance or unwillingness, even faintly indulging him!
Rong Mochen’s stern face flashed with a cold light, he suddenly reached out to grab Ye Xiao’s wrist, forcefully pulling her hand out of Ying Jingyao’s grasp.
And with that, Ye Xiao was pulled up from the sofa by him.
Ye Xiao hadn’t expected his sudden action, stunned for a moment, she glared at him angrily.
Ying Jingyao also stood up quickly from his position, holding Ye Xiao’s other hand and pulling her towards him.
Naturally, Rong Mochen was unwilling to let go, abruptly pulling Ye Xiao back towards him.
Ye Xiao’s wrist and arm were sore from being tugged, her face scrunched in pain, she gritted her teeth and looked at Rong Mochen, "Mr. Rong, I’ve said many times, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’m not the person you’re looking for. Please let go, I don’t want my boyfriend to mind and cause unnecessary misunderstandings!"
Ye Xiao’s mention of "boyfriend" made both Rong Mochen and Ying Jingyao pause.
In Ying Jingyao’s eyes, a clear wave of joy and excitement emerged, his handsome face taut, eyes burning as they fixed on Ye Xiao.
Ye Xiao withdrew her gaze from Rong Mochen and looked at Ying Jingyao, her clear Taohua eyes sparkling with a gentle smile.
But this scene stirred a storm in Rong Mochen’s eyes, his cold and intense face turned sinister like a ghost, he laughed hoarsely, "Boyfriend? Why didn’t Miss Ye mention she had a boyfriend when she was crying and begging under me half an hour ago!"
Ye Xiao was shocked, her fair face quickly turning red with shame, her eyes flushed, "You..."
Ye Xiao had barely said "you", when a shadow flashed past her eyes like lightning.
Next, Rong Mochen’s face was hit hard by a punch!
"..." Ye Xiao stared wide-eyed, stunned in place.
Rong Mochen’s tongue pressed against the bleeding corner of his mouth, his dark eyes bursting with bloodthirstiness, he coldly smiled, suddenly throwing a punch in retaliation.
Ying Jingyao’s face was also hit by a punch.
Ying Jingyao already had seven-tenths of drunkenness, but his self-control was quite strong, he handled his liquor well, so he didn’t show obvious signs of being drunk.
But at that moment, getting punched by Rong Mochen made him stagger several steps back.
Ye Xiao gasped in fear, looking at Ying Jingyao’s suddenly bruised and purple cheek, her heart tightened, ready to step forward.
As soon as she leaned forward, her wrist was seized from behind.
Ye Xiao took a deep breath and looked back, the sight of the man’s fierce face made her shiver involuntarily.
And when Ying Jingyao saw Ye Xiao being forcefully held by Rong Mochen, his eyes turned blood red, jumping forward.
Rong Mochen squinted, pulling Ye Xiao behind him swiftly, his agile form rushing to counter.
The two men started fighting right in front of Ye Xiao.
Rong Mochen had a cold exterior, but he was even more vicious when fighting, his arms and legs seemed to carry boundless strength, each strike aimed at Ying Jingyao made cold sweat break out on Ye Xiao’s back.
Ying Jingyao had always been the gentle doctor holding a scalpel in Ye Xiao’s mind, rarely showing his harsh side in daily life.
But today, Ying Jingyao’s moves were also quick and ruthless, evidently trained as well.
Seeing the two exchanging blows, their faces both getting injured, bleeding, with no sign of stopping!
Ye Xiao’s eyes narrowed repeatedly, her voice coming out hoarse, "Stop fighting, both of you, stop!"
The two men, their eyes bloodshot, neither listened to Ye Xiao, their strikes becoming even more vicious.
Ying Jingyao got punched in the left eye, his eye corner immediately broke, blood flowed down his cheek.
Ye Xiao’s face turned pale, she clenched her fists tightly, shouting in panic, "Do you hear me, stop, both of you!"
Ying Jingyao wiped the blood from the corner of his eye, his mouth curled up coldly, he punched Rong Mochen on the bridge of his nose.
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes maintained their cold aloofness, his body sidestepped to dodge, but his right leg suddenly lifted, kicking straight towards Ying Jingyao’s chest.
Ye Xiao’s eyes contracted sharply, without time to think, she rushed over.
She reached out and forcefully pushed Ying Jingyao aside.
And Rong Mochen’s foot kicked into Ye Xiao’s back.
"Uh..."
At that moment, Ye Xiao seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking, the whole person was in such pain she groaned, unable to make another sound, falling to the ground.
Ying Jingyao’s soul was extinguished, his face went pale, he reached out anxiously to catch Ye Xiao’s body.
Ye Xiao lay on him, her hands tightly clutching his arms, her voice weak, "Stop, stop fighting."
Ying Jingyao’s eyes were bloodshot, his hands holding Ye Xiao trembled violently, his throat stung unbearably as he carefully picked Ye Xiao up, staring at her pale face, "Xiao..."
Ye Xiao gave him a weak smile, "It’s okay, it’s just a little painful."
That smile almost brought tears to Ying Jingyao’s eyes.
Ying Jingyao suppressed all his heartache in his gaze, tightened his lips, and carried Ye Xiao horizontally.
His arm crossed her back, he clearly felt the tremors in her body.
Ying Jingyao paused, looking down at her.
Ye Xiao’s face was pale with pain, her fair forehead covered in large beads of sweat, her hands gripped Ying Jingyao’s sleeve tightly, as if he was her only reliable support.
Ying Jingyao wished he could kill himself!
Clenching his teeth, neither Ying Jingyao nor Ye Xiao looked at Rong Mochen as they walked out of the private room.
Inside the private room, which was already a mess from their fight, shards of bottles were scattered across the hardwood floor, and blood seemed to seep through the cracks of the broken glass coffee table.
Rong Mochen’s knuckles were blurred with blood as they hung at his sides, his neat black hair slightly disheveled in a wild way, head lowered, bloodshot eyes staring unblinkingly at the floor, his whole demeanor exuding an unprecedented sense of defeat and frustration.
Slowly, the hands hanging by his sides began to clench bit by bit, the silent, desolate room echoing with the crackling of his joints.
Bang bang bang—
At ten o’clock at night, Gu Yan was luxuriously soaking in a petal-filled bath in a presidential suite, the door-knocking sound like an earthquake startling him into straightening his legs abruptly.
Gu Yan’s eyes widened suddenly, fully prepared.
The world was silent for a few seconds, then the door-knocking resumed, even more fervent this time. Gu Yan thought, if he was a second late to open the door, the door might very well become a glorious casualty.
Fuming, he got up from the bathtub, casually wrapped a towel around his waist, stormed out, opened the door, and said, "In the middle of the night, are you looking for a fight..."
The last word "fight" abruptly shifted from an extremely high to an extremely low pitch!
Gu Yan’s mouth dropped open in shock, as if he didn’t recognize the person in front of him, unable to speak for a long while.
The visitor brushed past him and walked straight in.
Gu Yan dumbly turned his head to stare at the straight back of the person, his mouth moving a few times, mechanically closing the door, and followed.
He sat on the sofa, his powerful long legs stretched straight onto the coffee table, leaning silently against the sofa with his eyes closed.
Gu Yan sat on the coffee table by his feet, sniffed, his eyes scanning his face like radars, and after a moment, he cautiously asked, "Are you, are you Boss Rong?"
Rong Mochen did not speak.
Gu Yan twitched his mouth, unexpectedly jumped up from the coffee table, paced around it once, and stared at Rong Mochen in shock, "Boss Rong, were you beaten by someone? Who did it? Who?!"
Gu Yan wondered, whoever dared to hit Rong Mochen must either be aiming for heaven or be blind!
But clearly, being blind was impossible, as Gu Yan knew Rong Mochen’s skills. Among them, only Lei Yicheng could barely hold his own against him.
If a blind person could hit him like that, just how impressive would that blind person have to be?
So Gu Yan speculated that person was aiming for heaven! Asking Rong Mochen to send him on his way!
Rong Mochen remained silent.
Gu Yan frowned, glancing at Rong Mochen’s bloodied hands on the sofa, anger flared up as he said, "Boss Rong, tell me who beat you, I bet they don’t want to live, I’ll send them straight to heaven!"
Gu Yan kept saying "who beat you," as if Rong Mochen was the loser of the fight.
However, this was indeed quite like losing!
The scene of Ye Xiao desperately protecting Ying Jingyao flashed in Rong Mochen’s mind, his heart twisted, his voice hoarse, "Drink with me."
More drinking?
Gu Yan sniffed again, pursed his lips, "Boss Rong, you’ve already had quite a lot to drink. Stop drinking, you need to treat the wounds on your face and hands immediately, in this winter weather, if the wounds catch a cold, they might get infected."
As Gu Yan spoke, he picked up the hotel phone to ask room service to bring a medical kit.
Just as he spoke, he saw Rong Mochen stand up, his hands still dripping blood, walking towards the door.
Gu Yan paused, "Boss Rong, where are you going?"
"To find someone to drink with!" Rong Mochen replied.
"..."
Gu Yan watched Rong Mochen’s slightly lonely figure walk away, his throat tightened, he pursed his lips, stepped forward, grabbed Rong Mochen’s arm, scratched his head, and said, "It’s so late, who are you going to drink with? You think you’re in Z City with Nan Qing and the others. In S City, it’s just me, just me! Who else would put up with you? And you insist on driving me away..."
Gu Yan’s rambling was cut short by a frosty look from Rong Mochen.
Licking his lips, Gu Yan coughed and said, "Boss Rong, I’ll drink with you, I’ll drink with you, okay? You sit down, I’ll have someone send up the liquor right away."