Wen Yan, although ugly and sleazy, still commanded some presence when he lost his temper.
The women present who regarded him as a figure of authority were so scared that they fell silent like cicadas in winter.
"Brother Wen, please calm down, don't stoop to argue with this guy. It's not good for your health to get angry. Hey you, aren't you going to hurry up and apologize to Brother Wen?"
One of the women was gently patting Wen Yan's back to soothe him while glaring at Mu Jinyu and shouting.
Even Lin Qiaoxia was pursing her red lips and looking at Mu Jinyu with worry.
Although she didn't ask Mu Jinyu to apologize out loud, she too wished he would.
However, the reason she wanted Mu Jinyu to apologize was different from the previous woman—the previous woman wanted to step on Mu Jinyu to elevate Wen Yan.
She, on the other hand, was afraid that Mu Jinyu would offend Wen Yan and would not be able to stay in the company. That's why she hoped Mu Jinyu would apologize to Wen Yan and say a few good words to him to settle the matter.
Mu Jinyu looked at the furious Wen Yan with disdain and stayed seated, not even bothering to move let alone apologize to Wen Yan.
"Apologize? He's not worthy!"
Mu Jinyu picked up the juice from the table, took a sip nonchalantly, and said.
"You motherf..."
Wen Yan was outraged, never expecting that Mu Jinyu, this pretty boy, would dare to speak to him like that.
Did he really think he could be insolent to him just because his cousin doted on him?!
He immediately grabbed a wine bottle from the table, ready to smash it over Mu Jinyu's head.
"Bang!"
The sound of the wine bottle shattering echoed.
Blood flowed from a broken head.
But...
The person whose head was smashed wasn't Mu Jinyu.
It was Wen Yan, who had just grabbed the wine bottle.
Mu Jinyu and Lin Qiaoxia had arrived early, taking a seat inside the crescent-shaped booth, while Manager Chen and Wen Yan's group arrived later, sitting naturally on the outside.
A group of men stormed in furiously. Just as Wen Yan had begun to curse, a wine bottle was smashed directly onto his head.
"Motherfucker, daring to curse in front of me!"
A young man with a tattooed arm said this while discarding the half-broken, sharp-ended wine bottle from his hand, casting a contemptuous glance at the stunned Wen Yan who had turned around, and then spat a thick gob of phlegm onto his face.
Wen Yan, with his head bleeding, unconsciously wiped his face, felt the sticky sensation on his hand, and was immediately disgusted. In a fit of rage, he stood up, ready to smash the wine bottle onto the tattooed young man's forehead!
"Get lost!"
The tattooed young man looked on with scorn as he lifted his right leg and struck Wen Yan's exposed weak spot as he stood up.
"Ow!!"
Struck in a vulnerable area, Wen Yan screamed in pain, let go of the wine bottle, and instantly became the master of the "Clutching Crotch" sect...
Then, the wine bottle fell, landing on his foot, causing him to stand on one leg in pain, hopping around.
The women sitting in this booth turned pale with fright at this sight.
The tattooed young man couldn't care less about the idiot Wen Yan, pressed his hand on Wen Yan's forehead, pushed him to the ground, and looked down at him.
Then, he approached the booth, ignoring the group of powdered women, and glared fiercely at Mu Jinyu, shouting, "Kid, what do you say? Do you remember me now?!"
"Hmm?!"
Wen Yan, lying on the ground in agony, heard the young man's words, his eyelids twitched, and he immediately realized that the tattooed youth wasn't there to deal with him. They were actually after Mu Jinyu, this pretty boy...
Damn it, because he was sitting on the outside, he had been hit by mistake!
Wen Yan was so furious he nearly spewed blood.
Manager Chen and the few ladies from the public relations department, upon hearing this, also hurriedly shuffled their buttocks, widening the gap from Mu Jinyu to avoid being mistakenly injured later.
Mu Jinyu didn't care about these reactions and looked up at the tattooed youth, feeling some familiarity but unable to recall who he was.
Then, with an indifferent expression, he shook his head and said, "How would I know who you are, but why are you hitting my friend?"
Wen Yan, covering his groin on the ground, felt his eyelids twitch violently at those words, a bad premonition creeping up on him!
The tattooed youth's next move, indeed, was as he had feared!
"Why hit him? I'm going to step on him!"
The tattooed youth, thinking Wen Yan was Mu Jinyu's friend after hearing Mu Jinyu's words, immediately stomped his foot fiercely on Wen Yan's head, grinding it with the sole of his shoe!
Wen Yan's head was already bleeding from being hit with a bottle, and now with the youth grinding his head against the floor, his scalp was rubbed off a layer, making him howl in agony.
Damn this pretty boy, once I get up, I won't let you off.
Mu Jinyu, hearing Wen Yan's miserable howls, feared he might actually get into serious trouble and the look of worry on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a smile as he said, "Thank you."
The tattooed youth, stepping on Wen Yan, initially felt a vengeful pleasure as he prepared to torture Mu Jinyu slowly.
Starting with his friends by his side.
But upon hearing Mu Jinyu's sudden thanks, he was momentarily stunned.
Then, he remembered the curse words Wen Yan had uttered as he approached and the motion of grabbing a bottle to start a fight.
At that time, he had thought Wen Yan realized he was coming to fight, so he decided to deal with him first.
Now, after hearing what Mu Jinyu had said, he immediately understood that the unlucky guy under his foot had an original conflict with Mu Jinyu and had picked up the bottle intending to deal with Mu Jinyu.
As a result, he himself had knocked the guy down first, saving Mu Jinyu's life!
The youth was instantly furious.
Lifting his foot, he kicked at Wen Yan's lower back, sending him flying like a piece of trash far away!
Wen Yan was in excruciating pain, not even having the strength to scream, but he wasn't knocked out by the pain either. Not wanting to continue being beaten, he just lay on the ground and played dead.
"Damn it, you actually dare to play me! I see you really wish to die!"
The youth glared at Mu Jinyu, unable to contain his rage.
Mu Jinyu, unfazed, leisurely picked up a juice drink from the table, took a sip, and said, "Who are you exactly? Do you want something, if not, don't disturb me."
"You really fucking forgot about me, and also about yesterday's incident?"
The youth was livid, slapping the drink out of Mu Jinyu's hand, furiously asking.
The drink Mu Jinyu was holding was sent flying, splashing juice on the ladies from the public relations department nearby.
Unable to help themselves, they let out a few screams, mourning the expensive clothes they had bought.
But knowing the situation was dangerous, they couldn't dwell on their loss, immediately covering their mouths, not daring to make a sound.
"Yesterday's incident?" Mu Jinyu, unconcerned by his spilled drink, repeated the youth's words and suddenly remembered something.
"Oh."
Mu Jinyu glanced at the youth up and down with a suddenly enlightened look, raising his tone a few notches, and said, "It's you..."
Seeing that Mu Jinyu finally recognized him, the youth sneered, "Good that you remember me, you took advantage when my guys weren't around yesterday to launch a surprise attack. Let's see how you'll surprise me today!"
Mu Jinyu's surprised look relaxed into one of nonchalance as he said carelessly, "What, didn't you get enough being beaten up by me yesterday that you're here again today? Are you a glutton for punishment, looking for more?"
Upon these words being spoken,
The youth instantly exploded with fury.
Manager Chen and the few ladies from the public relations department were terrified pale.