CHAPTER 276: CHAPTER 276: DON’T BOTHER ME AGAIN

"Who are you calling ugly!" A man with a scar on his face stepped out of the crowd, his expression gloomy as he looked at Shen Zhaoli, "You woman really don’t know how to appreciate kindness! I just saw her drinking alone, so I kindly came to keep her company!"

Shen Zhaoli’s face was expressionless, overly colorful makeup making her look gloomy and cold: "So you mean to say that I should thank you?"

"Of course! Otherwise, such a pretty girl would have been drugged by someone already!" The scar-faced man looked at Shen Zhaoli impatiently, "Hurry up and pay up! Or don’t even think about leaving!"

"I didn’t bring any money."

"What did you say?" The tattooed gang leader’s voice was much more sinister. He looked at Shen Zhaoli, suddenly picked up a bottle of liquor from the side, and smashed it on the table.

The bottle shattered immediately, and he raised the sharp end of the bottle towards Shen Zhaoli, menacingly saying, "No money and you dare to come here. Are you looking for death?"

Wen Jiao had been hoping that Shen Zhaoli would come to compensate. She just smashed a few bottles of the other party’s liquor, after all, it was just a scam, but Shen Zhaoli didn’t seem to plan on compensating.

"No way, boyfriend! Why did you come without bringing money!" Wen Jiao was completely sober now, her eyes wide open as she looked at Shen Zhaoli, lowering her voice anxiously, "I really damaged their stuff, just pay and let’s leave, can you please stop making trouble!"

Shen Zhaoli’s gaze was downcast, looking at the anxious face of Wen Jiao.

His hand slipped down, grasping her waist tightly.

Wen Jiao was forced to stand on tiptoe leaning into Shen Zhaoli’s arms.

Her expression was even more shocked, looking at him in astonishment, "What are you doing! There are so many people here!"

"You know there are so many people? Aren’t you afraid I’ll be beaten to death?" Shen Zhaoli’s lips were close to Wen Jiao’s ear, his voice hoarse with a trace of cold laughter, "Wen Jiao, can’t you save me some trouble for once? Why is it never good news when you come to me?"

Wen Jiao, hearing the anger in Shen Zhaoli’s voice, stared at him blankly, the remaining drunkenness dissipated, she softened her tone and whispered, "I just had a breakup, just pity me, don’t lower yourself to my level, okay?"

Shen Zhaoli didn’t respond, looking at her with an inscrutable expression.

The tattooed boss next to them spoke up impatiently, his voice becoming increasingly unfriendly, "Do you two think we are air? You really think we won’t take action? Your girlfriend smashed so many of our bottles, if you don’t pay, don’t think about leaving!"

Shen Zhaoli chuckled lightly, he released Wen Jiao, his eyes and brows cold, "You harass my girlfriend and still want me to pay you?"

"Harass? That was giving her face..."

The tattooed boss hadn’t finished speaking when Shen Zhaoli already grabbed a bottle of liquor from the side and fiercely smashed it down.

The smile on his face was dangerously extreme, yet still, he spoke softly and gently, slowly saying, "I was giving you face, now take your men and get lost, or else tonight, no one is leaving this bar!"

The commotion on this side finally caught the attention of Xie Zhang upstairs.

The bar was Xie Zhang’s property, and seeing Young Master Shen’s uncompromising stance, he knew this wouldn’t end well, and instructed the manager to go settle the issue.

Everybody was scared stiff by a madman. The tattooed boss took the money from the manager’s hand, while covering his bleeding forehead, and fiercely said, "This is because I respect your boss that I won’t bother with him! Brothers, let’s go!"

Shen Zhaoli was looking down, pulling out the shards of glass from his palm, blood flowing over his hand.

Wen Jiao was truly scared sober, any drunkenness was gone, this must hurt so much...

However, as soon as the tattooed boss finished speaking, Shen Zhaoli spoke up, interrupting everyone’s steps coldly, "Wait."

The manager watched Shen Zhaoli with a look of horror on his face.

"Young Master Shen, please don’t make things more complicated for Mr. Xie’s sake!"

Shen Zhaoli seemed not to have heard. He didn’t even lift his head, his tone cold: "Apologize to Wen Jiao, you can leave after you’ve apologized."

"Don’t push your luck!"

The big brother with the tattooed arm was about to explode, but Shen Zhaoli looked up with a mocking smile, his eyes calm, "What if I do push my luck?"

The manager hurried to speak: "It’s all a misunderstanding. Let’s do this, for Mr. Xie’s sake, give this lady an apology, and we’ll consider the matter settled!"

The tattooed big brother was no fool, originally thinking this young lady was just an ordinary person, but now, seeing the manager’s extremely respectful attitude, he knew she was someone he couldn’t afford to offend.

Thus, he gave a signal to his subordinates, and upon seeing this, they all began to speak.

"We’re sorry, miss, we offended you just now..."

"Yes, yes, it was our mistake."

Wen Jiao felt humiliated, her head down as she tried to leave.

Shen Zhaoli saw her intention, suddenly grabbed her wrist, and headed upstairs.

Wen Jiao had no time to react—in fact, the disparity in their strength was so great, she couldn’t even resist.

Not until the door of the private room slammed shut did Wen Jiao shudder, staring dumbly at Shen Zhaoli, "Are you angry?"

"Wen Jiao, do you think that because I told you last time that I’m willing to marry you, you can treat me as a backup option?"

"No..." Wen Jiao hurriedly said: "I just didn’t want to bother Bian Yue, it’s so late, I thought it was more appropriate to find you, besides, we are friends, aren’t we?"

After Wen Jiao finished speaking, she saw Shen Zhaoli looking at her expressionlessly.

Her hand was still bleeding. Wen Jiao took a deep breath, trying to speak to ease the atmosphere, "So... let me bandage your wound first..."

Shen Zhaoli acted as if he had not heard, he approached her step by step, while she retreated step by step until she was cornered onto the sofa and fell into a seated position.

Shen Zhaoli bent down, looked at the woman trapped in the corner, and asked contemptuously in a deliberate and measured tone, "Who is friends with you?"

"I thought that you and I..."

"Wen Jiao, I’m not someone with much patience. I advise you to stop while you can. If you don’t want to marry me, then don’t provoke me." Shen Zhaoli gripped Wen Jiao’s chin, his hands covered in blood, staining her face with the striking red.

"Shen Zhaoli..."

"I didn’t have the surname Shen before, nor was I raised with much manners. Wen Jiao, I’m different from the other men you know," he gently touched her face, eagerly watching her tremble, then sneered coldly, his anger evident, "I won’t play the role of the flower protector. You either marry me, or don’t bother me again."

Wen Jiao never expected Shen Zhaoli to have such a volatile temper.

He appeared so harmless and he was young; Wen Jiao had no defenses against him. Even before, when he had proposed marriage to her, Wen Jiao merely saw him as a child.

But at this moment, looking at Shen Zhaoli like this, she felt genuine fear, her heartbeat erratic; after a long while, she carefully spoke: "Then... then I apologize to you, I won’t seek you out again."