Beating up Cui Zhao

Shu Yao murmured as he watched him approach, "Hua Jian?"

Bo Lin shot Shu Yao a hostile look.

Ever since learning about Hua Jian's connection to the Xie Family.

Bo Lin had asked Jiang Kai to investigate what had happened at the Haiping Hotel that night more thoroughly.

It turned out there really had been a honey trap that day, but its targets had been Hua Jian and a man named Shu Yao.

If Hua Jian hadn't stumbled into the wrong room in his daze, he would have spent that night with Shu Yao.

Shu Yao watched as Bo Lin, a man blessed with every advantage, reverently opened the car door for Hua Jian.

And that lowly Hua Jian got in as though it were perfectly natural.

The two men seemed completely at ease with each other.

Shu Yao quickly went pale and staggered back two steps.

Because Bo Lin had ignored him.

Or rather, because both men had ignored him.

The gates of Imperial University were one of the biggest sources of gossip every day.

Someone faithfully captured the scene, and on video, no less.

One man carried himself with an air of luxury and effortless elegance.

The other, his exquisitely sculpted, flawless face impassive, lifted his beautiful eyes as he got into the car.

The person filming had already zoomed in. For a moment, they thought they had been caught, but the beautiful man wasn't looking at them at all.

Instead, his gaze fell elsewhere.

Both the person filming and those who later watched the video suddenly understood.

There was another man standing in the corner of the frame.

His profile was rather plain.

Beside those two dazzling men, he was all too easy to overlook.

The car soon drove away.

"I could have taken the subway myself. You didn't have to come all this way to pick me up."

"I was passing by."

"Oh."

Once Hua Jian was in the car, he actually felt a little awkward.

This CEO Bo kept running into him in various places these past few days.

Ever since getting into the car, the young man had been looking out the window, as though some beautiful view had captured his eyes.

"Was that guy at the gate a friend from your university?"

When Bo Lin asked about Shu Yao, Hua Jian thought that figured.

Even a big shot like Bo Lin gets drawn in by the protagonist's halo. Even if he doesn't fall in love with him, he'll still feel an inexplicable fondness for him.

Hua Jian couldn't quite describe what he felt.

He had thought Bo Lin was different from those men who thought with their dicks.

Hearing his thoughts again, Bo Lin's eyes brightened slightly.

Hua Jian didn't notice the change. He smiled and replied, "No, he's a big name in the Journalism Department.

"I'm a nobody at university. Someone like me couldn't be friends with him."

"Do the students at your university have such terrible taste? Someone with average looks, who's short and has absolutely no presence, can be a big name?"

"Huh?"

Hua Jian was a little stunned. I never knew Bo Lin had such a sharp tongue. Shu Yao is the protagonist, after all. Skin as white as snow, handsome features, adorable puppy-dog eyes that melt your heart at a glance-isn't that how he's supposed to be described?

Bo Lin's brow twitched sharply. What was all this nonsense?

"Forget it."

The man's expression suddenly cooled, and he turned to look out the window.

Hua Jian moved his lips. "What I mean is, your taste is right."

Bo Lin gave him a haughty glance. "Do you really think so?"

"Of course." Hua Jian didn't want to discuss Shu Yao anymore, so he changed the subject. "Have you looked at the sketch I sent you?"

"Yes. Just paint it the way you envisioned."

But the road they were taking wasn't the one to the Exhibition Hall, and Hua Jian began to suspect something.

Bo Lin must be taking me out to eat again. But have I made myself seem that poor? Does he think I can't afford food?

The young man's inner voice held the smugness of someone who had figured it out, along with a little confusion.

The tips of Bo Lin's ears reddened. Neither spoke again, and the car instantly fell silent.

What Hua Jian hadn't expected, however.

Was that Bo Lin would bring him to the private restaurant where he and Xie Zhitan had run into Qin Ci.

Bo Lin asked, "Have you been here before?"

Hua Jian nodded honestly. "My Second Brother brought me here."

"All right. Let's go in."

After getting out, Hua Jian glanced idly around, then suddenly blurted, "Holy shit, am I seeing things?"

Bo Lin frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Look, isn't that Shu Yao? He actually got here before we did."

Bo Lin followed his gaze.

Deep in the corridor, a tall man had his arm around a shorter man as they quickly rounded a corner.

It was indeed Shu Yao.

"Shall we go somewhere else?"

"No need. It's all private rooms here. We won't be eating face-to-face."

Bo Lin nodded, but Hua Jian wondered who the man with Shu Yao was.

Cui Zhao? Qin Ci? Or Tan Xilin?

What he never would have expected was that the man was Xie Zhiyan.

For some inexplicable reason, Xie Zhiyan had dyed his pink hair back to black and was even dressed respectably.

Once inside the private room, Shu Yao asked impatiently, "Zhiyan, is there news about the internship at the TV station?"

"Yes! Shu Yao, look what I've got!"

Xie Zhiyan eagerly handed him an access card for the TV station. "Here!"

Both his Second Brother and his eldest brother had warned him, so he could only secretly bypass their network of connections and pay a price that made even him wince to secure this internship.

"Ah! Thank you so much, Zhiyan! You're so good to me!"

Shu Yao sprang straight out of his seat and clutched the access card to his chest.

People got carried away when things went their way. Somehow, the two ended up in each other's arms, and the atmosphere instantly grew intimate.

Everything changed in an instant.

Someone kicked open the door to the private room. Shu Yao's heart jolted, and he whipped his head around.

"Who the fuck are you? This is my private room! Who said you could come in?"

Xie Zhiyan showed plenty of manly courage, shielding the trembling Shu Yao behind him as he glared at the man in the doorway.

"Waiter! Waiter, are you all dead? How can you let any random piece of trash barge into my room?"

"Shu Yao, you really think you can do whatever you want now!" The man didn't even glance at Xie Zhiyan. He strode straight in and reached for Shu Yao.

Of course, Xie Zhiyan wouldn't let him get his way. Within moments, the two men were fighting.

As for Shu Yao, he stood to one side, deathly pale, hugging his shoulders as he watched.

When Cui Zhao went mad, he was a dog that bit anyone in sight.

Only after he vented the violence inside him would he leave Shu Yao alone.

Shu Yao indifferently withdrew his gaze and looked down at his feet.

How could a pampered young master like Xie Zhiyan compare with Cui Zhao, who lived on a knife's edge?

Within seconds, Xie Zhiyan had been pinned to the floor and beaten bloody, nearly losing consciousness.

That was the scene Hua Jian found when he arrived.

When he saw who was being beaten, his pupils trembled slightly, and a fierce surge of violence swept through him.

Without hesitation, he immediately called the police and an ambulance.

Only after doing that did he step forward and drive a vicious kick at Cui Zhao's head.

Cui Zhao was no pushover either. Sensing danger, he immediately dodged to the side and raised his arm to block the blow.

He glared viciously at whoever had attacked him, but before he could make out who it was, a chair smashed hard into his head.

Hua Jian tossed the chair aside without so much as looking at Cui Zhao, then turned to the waiter. "Copy your restaurant's security footage immediately. All of it, from every angle. Go!"

The waiter was so frightened that he failed to react at first.

Bo Lin said in a low voice, "Get Chen Miaofei's ass over here. Something this serious has happened, and the manager isn't even around. What the hell is he doing?"