The restaurant security guards noticed the commotion and rushed over. One called the police while the others restrained the woman.
Honestly, without some real strength, they would never have held her down.
At the same time, several men in black hurried over, their faces deathly pale.
Shaken by what had nearly happened, Wu Xinyou crouched down and gently patted Xie Lin's back.
"How are you? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, urgh-"
His stomach cramped again. He threw up every last bit of the food and water he had consumed at lunch.
Before long, the police cars arrived, and so did Lu Ye.
Looking serious, Qin Zheng stepped forward to speak with the police.
Xie Lin had vomited until his eyes watered and his nose turned red. He looked as pitiful as could be.
"What are you doing here?"
Lu Ye's expression was dark as he nodded at Wu Xinyou.
"How are you? Are you hurt? Where does it hurt?"
"I'm not hurt. I just couldn't stand that smell. It seemed to be sulfuric acid."
"Phew-"
Lu Ye exhaled and gathered him into his arms, wisps of black sandalwood scent curling around Xie Lin.
The man turned toward the bodyguards. Before he could speak, Zhan Ying ran over and kicked each of them.
"Useless! What the hell were you doing? If the boss's wife hadn't been so capable, the consequences would've been unthinkable."
Then he turned to Lu Ye.
"Sir, leave these men to me."
"Mm. Handle it properly."
"Rest assured. I'll report for my own punishment later."
Xie Lin poked his head out of his arms, parted his lips slightly, then closed them again.
Lu Ye tilted his head and kissed the tip of his ear over and over, gently kneading the back of his neck with one large hand.