She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

"Young Master Lu... this woman insulted me first, and she even threw wine at me, I..."

Lu Jie withdrew his gaze and looked down at Duan Xin.

Duan Xin trembled, her eyes red and she looked extremely pitiful. "I just wanted to get to know her and make friends, but she knows you are my boyfriend, and she still has the audacity to say that she wants to take you away from me."

"What did you say?" Fang Li asked incredulously, almost laughing.

Duan Xin: "I was really angry, so I argued with her for a bit, but who knew they would gang up on me and bully me, Young Master Lu..."

Han Xi was wearing a shirt and casual trousers, with his jacket still clutched in his hand.

His gaze was cold and indifferent from the moment he appeared; he stared at her without uttering a word.

Fang Li looked at Han Xi and gently shook her head: "That's not how it is."

She didn't know what was wrong with her. She hadn't felt anything about the matter before, but the moment he appeared, she inexplicably felt embarrassed.

She was actually a little afraid that he would misunderstand.

Lin Mo behind Han Xi kept giving her meaningful glances. She took a deep breath and took the initiative to walk towards the door.

Liu Nian, who was in the private room, murmured in surprise, "President Han?"

Wen Yang also saw him. The man opposite him was very tall and had a straight posture. He stood out from the crowd. His hair was short with slightly long bangs, and he was well-groomed, revealing most of his smooth forehead. His sharp eyebrows were slightly raised towards his brow. He looked calmly at Fang Li walking towards him, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

Having worked in the entertainment industry for many years, Wen Yang was adept at reading people's expressions and clearly sensed that the smiles on the faces of the group of people at the door disappeared when they saw this so-called President Han.

Not only were their expressions under control, devoid of their previous gloating, but their gazes also involuntarily darted away, revealing that they all wanted to find a chance to leave.

Wen Yang asked curiously, "Why did Fang Li go there? Does she know your CEO Han?"

Everyone present was watching this scene, whether openly or secretly.

Even Duan Xin, who had been accusing Lu Jie, gradually fell silent, staring in astonishment at the two people standing opposite each other.

“What she said wasn’t true. I came here to eat with my friend, and she suddenly walked in and insisted that I stole her boyfriend. You know, I…”

"You what?"

Before Fang Li could finish speaking, Lu Jie appeared beside her from behind.

He stretched out his long arm, as if to put his arm around Fang Li's shoulder.

Fang Li panicked. Before her body could react, she felt her arm being grabbed and pulled hard. She lost her footing and fell forward.

The whole process happened in an instant. When Fang Li came to her senses, she realized that she was half-lying in Han Xi's arms, with one arm being held tightly by him and the other hand on his shoulder, pulling at his shirt.

Their posture was awkward yet intimate. Fang Li instinctively wanted to break free from his embrace, but when she moved, she found that Han Xi was holding her tightly and had no intention of letting go of her at all.

She knew he was angry, and going against him at this point would obviously not be a wise move. Lin Mo secretly made a hand gesture to her, and Fang Li actually understood it.

She bit her lip and stopped moving, nestling obediently in his arms like a frightened kitten.

Sure enough, the next moment she felt the man's tense body relax slightly, and the large hand that was gripping her arm also loosened its grip.

Fang Li felt a sense of relief.

It turns out this man responds better to gentle persuasion than force; you have to appease him when he's angry.

"Don't want your hand anymore? I can help you." The man's deep voice reached Fang Li's ears through his chest.

Lu Jie's hand missed its target, but he wasn't angry at all.

Upon hearing this, he raised the corner of his lips, revealing a deep, unsettling smile: "Why is President Han reacting so strongly? What, have I got my hands on your manhood?"

Han Xi: "Have you had enough of living? Are you in such a hurry to die?"

Lu Jie's smile deepened as he glanced at Fang Li in his arms and said provocatively, "How could I? I haven't even gotten my new love yet, how could I bear to die?"

Han Xi's aura was very low. Without saying a word, he released Fang Li from his arms and grabbed Lu Jie's collar.

Many of Lu Jie's friends in the crowd immediately became tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Fang Li instinctively grabbed Han Xi's arm: "Don't fight..."

She half-blocked between the two, and Han Xi's gaze passed over her head as he coldly looked at the person in his hands: "If you touch her again, the Lu family line will be wiped out."

"Sure, let's give it a try?" Lu Jie said without changing his expression, his smile smug and inviting.

Han Xi's hands tightened their grip, and his face soon began to flush red.

Someone behind him quickly whispered, "President Han, please don't..."

Lu Jie's eyes turned cold: "Get out."

Everyone backed away in fright, but he looked back at Han Xi without fear. After a few seconds of eye contact, he suddenly turned his gaze to Fang Li beside him and lazily curled his lips: "So President Han can also be so angry for a woman. Interesting."

His eyes were almost bloodshot, but he was still being stubborn.

Fang Li was both angry and anxious. She glared at him fiercely. If this man were to die one day, no one would be to blame but himself for his foul mouth.

In Fang Li's memory, Han Xi had always been calm and reserved. His face was always expressionless, and even his thoughts were unfathomable.

She thought that someone as young as him, who had already secured a high position, wouldn't be so impulsive, much less likely to fight with others in public over a few words of provocation.

But today, she met a different Han Xi.

It turned out that he wasn't the person she had seen. He could get angry and furious too. Although his ruthless side was well hidden, it was still terrifying when it erupted.

Fang Li suddenly realized that he seemed to have never really understood the man in front of him.

Judging from the attitude of these prominent young men in the capital towards him, he was clearly not the refined gentleman she knew.

Fang Li's heart stirred slightly; she was afraid that if things continued like this, Han Xi would make a mistake.

She took a deep breath and looked at him expectantly: "I don't want to stay here anymore, shall we go?"

Han Xi remained motionless.

Fang Li bit her lip, then suddenly tiptoed close to his ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Husband~"

"..."

The warmth from behind his ear dispelled the gloom on Han Xi's face, and he abruptly let go.

He turned his head and looked at Fang Li with a complicated expression.

Fang Li blushed and, disregarding everyone else, grabbed his hand and left. Han Xi didn't say anything and obediently followed.

Lu Jie staggered back a few steps, one hand supporting himself on his knee and the other pulling at his collar. He looked up with a smile on his lips, his eyes fierce as he watched the two people leave together.

The bloody storm that was about to erupt was quietly averted.

The person who resolved the situation was a woman they had never met before.

This realization left everyone present speechless for a long time.

Everyone in the capital knows that the second master of the Han family and the only son of the Lu family have been at odds since childhood, and every time they meet, the surrounding area within a few hundred meters will suffer.

Although Han Erye usually disdained to fight with Lu Shao, he couldn't resist Lu Shao's foul mouth and annoying manner, which kept jumping around in his sensitive areas.

And that woman from earlier, not only was Young Master Lu interested in her, but even Second Master Han easily lost control because of her.

Han Shiyu, standing in the crowd, clenched her fists tightly, watching the two figures leave, her eyes filled with deep resentment.