I Have a Mouth, I Can Explain

Lu Mingyu was breathing slightly hard. It was clear he had run all the way here.

As he took in the scene inside, a flash of malice passed through his eyes.

Having had their fun interrupted, the three men turned around impatiently.

One of them said unhappily, "There's an order to everything. If you want a turn, you have to get in line!"

A violent aura radiated from Lu Mingyu as he strode inside.

Seeing this, the three men stepped directly in front of Lu Mingyu. "Hey! What are you doing... Aah!"

Before they could finish speaking, Lu Mingyu knocked one of them to the ground with a punch.

As the male lead of this novel, Lu Mingyu's physical abilities had been boosted to their peak. That one punch sent the man straight down.

When the other two saw that, they were instantly terrified. "Big brother, if you want, you can go first."

Expressionless, Lu Mingyu walked over to the bed and looked at Song Shi'an lying there.

Song Shi'an was drenched in sweat. Half his shirt had been torn apart and clung to his body, faintly revealing the shape of his entire frame.

"Are you all right?" Lu Mingyu asked.

Song Shi'an struggled to sit up from the bed. "Do I look all right to you?!"

Ignoring his irritation, Lu Mingyu draped his jacket over him and prepared to take Song Shi'an away.

Song Shi'an hurriedly stopped him. "Wait, my... my phone is still under the bed."

Naturally, Lu Mingyu was not about to stick his ass up in the air and retrieve Song Shi'an's phone for him, so he turned to look at the other two men.

Terrified, the two quickly reached under the bed to feel around.

After finding it, they respectfully handed it to Lu Mingyu.

Don't ask why they did not resist. There were dozens of burly bodyguards standing outside the door.

Taking the phone, Song Shi'an laboriously opened his payment QR code and jacked up the price on the spot. "You just tore this shirt of mine. It was worth eight thousand. Compensate me."

How could the two men dare question him? Faced with such a display, they did not dare utter a single word and immediately transferred the money to Song Shi'an.

Only after seeing the payment arrive did the knot in Song Shi'an's chest loosen a little.

The commotion alerted Ye Shi, who rushed in with Tang Ruan.

"What happened?" Ye Shi asked.

Of the three people he had brought over, one was lying unconscious on the floor, while the other two were huddled to one side like quails, not daring to make a sound.

The moment Song Shi'an saw Ye Shi, he grew even angrier. With Lu Mingyu and the bodyguards here, he was not afraid of offending anyone. Pointing at Ye Shi, he accused, "President Lu, it was all him! He wanted to use me to deal with you!"

Lu Mingyu looked at Ye Shi, and Ye Shi sensed that something was off as well.

He immediately said, "It's all a misunderstanding. This gentleman had a little to drink here earlier and got drunk, so I brought him here to rest."

"Bullshit! I don't smell like alcohol at all! You fucking drugged me, then had these three toads bully me! You wanted to use a video to threaten me!" He had a mouth; he could explain exactly what had happened.

Tang Ruan stepped out from behind Ye Shi and spoke on his behalf. "President Lu, I invited Assistant Song to dinner today. He was greedy for drink and had too much, which led to this misunderstanding. I'm sorry you had to make the trip personally."

Song Shi'an laughed in anger. Ignoring the strange sensation in his body, he struggled off the bed and walked up to Tang Ruan.

He raised his hand and slapped Tang Ruan twice across the face.

Smack! Smack! The two slaps rang out especially loud.

His mood immediately improved considerably.

He had no intention of maintaining some persona of a man who did not hit women.

His fury was shooting straight to the top of his head right now; he wanted to slap even a dog by the roadside twice.

Tang Ruan had not expected Song Shi'an to be so wild, coming right up and slapping her.

Her fair face had been slapped bright red, and her eyes brimmed with tears. With Lu Mingyu still present, she had to maintain her fragile, innocent image.

"Assistant Song, I... what did I do to offend you? How could you hit me?" Tang Ruan lowered her eyes, looking utterly wronged.

Song Shi'an sneered. "You still have the nerve to ask? You drugged me, called several men over, and now you're pretending not to know anything. Isn't it a little late for that!"

Tang Ruan refused to admit it. "Assistant Song, you clearly drank too much and wanted to rest. What does that have to do with me? Why are you trying to pin this filth on me?"

"I can't be bothered talking to an idiot like you. Just wait for a lawyer's letter, you dumb bitch!" The more Song Shi'an spoke, the angrier he became.

Why had he let his misplaced sympathy run wild back then? He had actually defended Tang Ruan at every turn!

After cursing her out, Song Shi'an's legs went weak, and he pitched straight forward.

Damn it. He had just finished shouting, and his momentum was already gone.

Fortunately, Lu Mingyu reacted swiftly and grabbed him around the waist, keeping him from falling flat on his face.

Lu Mingyu tightened his arm and pulled him into his embrace.

He had never seen Song Shi'an like this before.

Song Shi'an had been by his side for five years, always obedient and deferential. Rarely had he been so... fierce.

"I'll send someone to handle matters here. I'll take you away first," Lu Mingyu said in a low voice.

Song Shi'an nodded. With Lu Mingyu here, he inexplicably felt much more at ease.

Seeing that his legs were weak, Lu Mingyu bent down and picked him up. He gestured for the bodyguards to stay behind and handle things before leaving.

Tang Ruan hurriedly called after Lu Mingyu. "President Lu! You can't just take Song Shi'an's word for it! He's lying!"

Even at a time like this, Tang Ruan still had not forgotten to dump the blame on him. Song Shi'an laughed in anger. Did she really think he had no mouth?

Just as he was about to refute her, Lu Mingyu said coldly, "Shi An has been by my side for over five years. If I don't believe him, should I believe an outsider like you?"

Leaving those words behind, Lu Mingyu departed without hesitation.

He carried Song Shi'an to the car and directly told the driver to return to the apartment.

Song Shi'an swallowed hard in discomfort. His throat felt as though it were on fire, and he felt awful beyond measure.

But with Lu Mingyu beside him, he did not dare show it too obviously. He could only force down the heat in his body, thinking that once he got home, he could take care of it himself and should be fine.

Silence filled the air. The driver drove steadily, and they arrived at the apartment in just over ten minutes.

Song Shi'an felt as if he had just been pulled from the water, completely soaked through.

When he got out of the car, Lu Mingyu noticed something was wrong and asked, "Are you feeling unwell? Should I take you to the hospital?"

"No, it's just that I'm a little tired. I'll be fine once I go back and rest," Song Shi'an quickly refused.

It was such a minor matter; he did not want everyone to know about it.

The two took the elevator upstairs together. Lu Mingyu did not know what was wrong with himself either, but his mouth was terribly dry.

He reached up and tugged at his collar, undoing two buttons of his shirt.

When they arrived at Song Shi'an's door, Song Shi'an opened it and thanked Lu Mingyu. "President Lu, thank you for today. If there's nothing else, I'll head in and rest first."

After saying that, he tried to close the door, but Lu Mingyu blocked it.

"I'm a little thirsty. I'd like some water," Lu Mingyu said.

His entire body felt like it was burning with discomfort.

Though Song Shi'an was uncomfortable too, Lu Mingyu had just helped him. He could not immediately turn his back on him and shut him outside.

He could only endure it and invite him inside, hoping Lu Mingyu would have the sense to leave quickly after drinking his water.

After entering, Lu Mingyu chugged two bottles of water, but the heat in his body only became more pronounced. It seemed completely useless.

He had roughly figured it out. He had been drugged.

Jiang Churan had chosen both the time and place for this welcome party. It was obvious who had drugged him.

Lu Mingyu's gaze darkened. He set down the glass, preparing to return and deal with it himself.

The moment he stepped out, he saw Song Shi'an lying on the sofa, his shirt removed, his pants pulled halfway down, his face flushed red.

Hearing the sound, Song Shi'an lifted his eyes to look over.

His mind was already a complete muddle. He could only vaguely make out Lu Mingyu's figure as he murmured, "President Lu, I feel awful. Help me..."