The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

Seeing the disappointment and aloofness in Wang Yuran's eyes, Lin Junze's anxiety gradually subsided. He knew that his actions just now had been too abrupt, dumping all his feelings and anxieties on her without considering her feelings.

He took a deep breath, softened his tone, and relaxed his tense shoulders slightly. He tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, trying to ease the atmosphere. After a moment of silence, he organized his thoughts and, with an almost reverent tone, slowly expressed his innermost feelings.

"I'm sorry, I was too hasty and scared you." His voice was gentle and deep, with a hint of barely perceptible guilt. "I didn't mean to pressure you, but these past few days by your side, I've seen too much hardship you've endured alone. The legal aid profession is far more difficult than I imagined. You not only have to face tedious case files and complicated lawsuits, but also the malice and retaliation lurking in the shadows. Even when we're apart for a short time, I subconsciously worry about you, wondering if you'll encounter any danger, whether you've eaten or rested properly."

He looked up, his gaze fixed intently on Wang Yuran, his eyes filled with sincerity: "I want to marry you, not because of any so-called 'responsibility,' but because I love you. My love for you has been since we were young, and after so many years, it has become an obsession etched into my bones. I want you to give me a right, a legitimate right to protect you, a right to share your burdens and take care of your family, a right to openly and honestly integrate into your life and accompany you through every step of the way."

Wang Yuran listened quietly without speaking, her gaze fixed on the dazzling diamond ring on the table, her eyes deep and unreadable. Sunlight streamed through the café's glass windows, refracting tiny sparkles on the ring, but it couldn't penetrate the thoughts in her eyes.

Lin Junze didn't urge her, but simply sat quietly opposite her, his hands gently resting on the table, patiently waiting for her reply. The jazz music in the café continued to flow softly, the warm yellow light enveloped the two of them, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of coffee. The cold atmosphere created by the argument was gradually replaced by this quiet waiting.

However, the tranquility was as fleeting as fragile glass. Just then, the glass door of the café was suddenly pushed open with a loud bang, shattering the silence inside. A group of thugs dressed in flashy clothes and with brightly dyed hair swarmed in, each with a hostile expression on their face, their steps dragging and their eyes arrogant, instantly shattering the café's cozy atmosphere.

The customers, who were leisurely sipping coffee and chatting quietly, suddenly looked frightened upon seeing this, instinctively getting up and moving away. Many of them grabbed their belongings, quickly paid their bills, and left.

Suddenly, the café was filled with the sounds of tables and chairs being moved and footsteps echoing through the air, the original tranquility replaced by a cacophony of noise. The waiters, pale with fright, huddled behind the bar, trembling and afraid to utter a sound. Only one young waiter, steeling himself, stepped forward to try and maintain order.

"Gentlemen...gentlemen, what would you like to order?" The waiter's voice trembled noticeably, and his eyes darted away, avoiding eye contact with the thugs.

The leader of the thugs was bald, with a thick gold chain around his neck. He glanced at the waiter, sneered, and plopped down on the table next to him without any politeness, swinging his legs wide open in an extremely arrogant manner.

"What are you ordering? I'm here to rest for a bit!" He waved his hand, and the thugs behind him immediately scattered, each finding a seat. Some even put their feet up on the table, the mud stains on their leather shoes making the tabletop a mess.

The bald thug pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and put it in his mouth. Just as he was about to take out his lighter to light it, the young waiter quickly stepped forward and whispered a reminder: "Sir, excuse me, smoking is not allowed here."

"No smoking?" The bald thug suddenly raised his head, his eyes instantly turning fierce. He grabbed the waiter by the collar and dragged him in front of him. "I want to smoke, what's the point of prohibiting me? Are you tired of living?" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly let go, and the waiter staggered back a few steps, bumping into the table behind him.

The bald thug was even more enraged. He kicked the table in front of him and overturned it with a loud crash. The coffee cup and plate on the table shattered, and coffee was splashed all over the floor. The rich aroma of coffee mixed with the ear-piercing sound of breaking porcelain made the atmosphere in the coffee shop even more tense.

Lin Junze frowned, the tenderness in his eyes instantly replaced by coldness. He subconsciously reached for the ring box on the table, wanting to take Wang Yuran away from this troublesome place as soon as possible. But just as he grasped the ring box and stood up to take Wang Yuran's hand, two thugs quickly walked over, blocking their way on either side, their faces bearing malicious smiles.

"Trying to leave?" One of the thugs, with dyed green hair, sneered, arms crossed. "Buddy, our boss hasn't given the order yet. We're not going to let you go so easily."

Lin Junze's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he exuded a strong sense of oppression. He didn't speak, but simply turned slightly to pull Wang Yuran firmly behind him, his arms tightly protecting her shoulders, like a solid wall, blocking all dangers in front of him.

The chilling aura emanating from him made the two thugs pause instinctively, a flicker of fear crossing their eyes, and their arrogance subsided somewhat. But this fear lasted only a moment; they glanced back at the bald thug not far away, then immediately straightened their backs, their faces regaining their fierce expressions.

Lin Junze didn't want to start a conflict easily, especially since Wang Yuran was still with him. He spoke coldly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority: "We're just here for coffee, we don't want any trouble, move aside."

"Whether you cause trouble or not isn't up to you." The bald thug strolled over slowly, hands in his pockets, sizing up Lin Junze and Wang Yuran behind him. His gaze lingered on Wang Yuran for a few seconds, a hint of malicious greed in his eyes. "This chick's pretty good-looking. Have a few drinks with us, and we'll call it even today, how about it?"

Upon hearing this, a storm raged in Lin Junze's eyes, and a chilling aura emanated from him, almost freezing people. He stopped talking nonsense; since the other party was relentless, there was no need for him to be polite anymore. Before the bald thug could react, Lin Junze suddenly raised his foot and kicked a nearby thug in the stomach. The thug screamed and flew backward, crashing into the wall and sliding to the ground, curling up in pain.

This sudden attack stunned the other thugs. Lin Junze didn't give them a chance to react, his figure darting out like a cheetah. His movements were swift and precise, every punch and kick carrying immense power, without the slightest hesitation.

He dodged a thug's punch by sidestepping it, then slammed a punch into the thug's chin with his backhand. The thug instantly bled from his mouth and nose and collapsed, dazed and disoriented. Immediately afterward, he kicked another thug in the knee. With a soft "crack," accompanied by the thug's scream, the man fell to his knees.