Su Yuze had a cold look on his face as he stared down menacingly at Dean, who was lying on the ground. His expression was filled with icy disdain and angry arrogance. His tall stature exuded an air of irresistible authority that was quite intimidating.
Dean covered his instantly bruised and swollen nose. As a white man, the bruise on his face was even more noticeable.
"Damn it! Who the hell are you?" Dean's nose ached so much that his eyes welled up with tears involuntarily. Who was this man? He seemed to be an Asian, but the regal aura around him made Dean find it hard to believe that there could be such an extraordinary person among Asians.
Su Yuze boldly put his arm around Su Rou's slender waist. His handsome, somewhat androgynous face was now filled with anger. He looked at Dean as if he were looking at trash.
"You, who are you? How dare you hit me!" Dean couldn't stand being looked down upon like this, especially by an Asian he had always despised. This made him even angrier. He jumped up from the ground, ready to pounce, but then he noticed that Su Yuze was taller than him, which made him hesitate for a moment.
"I'm Su Rou's man. And who the hell are you?" Su Yuze spoke at a moderate pace with very standard pronunciation, a pure American accent.
"You..." Dean knew that the other man was insulting him, but for some reason, he didn't dare to retort. He looked at Su Yuze curiously. Was this man Su Rou's boyfriend? Then what about Jiang Ling? "Who the hell are you?" This man gave him the feeling that he must be a king, but he had never seen such a person in Washington before.
"Su Yuze."
"Su Yuze..." Dean pronounced the name awkwardly. It sounded a bit familiar.
"If you want to know who I am, go ask your father." After saying that, he glanced at Dean and then left with Su Rou.
Dean felt a warm sensation in his nose, and two streams of warm liquid immediately flowed out. He reached out his hand blankly to wipe it away... Did he really have to ask his father to know this man's identity? "Damn it! What the hell!"
Dean felt humiliated and was about to go home when he noticed that many of his classmates were looking at him with strange expressions, some with sympathy, some gloating. This made Dean angry again. "Get out of the way! What are you looking at!"
Su Yuze picked up all of Su Rou's textbooks that had been scattered on the ground. "Are you hurt?"
Su Rou shook her head. But when she was about to take the textbooks, Su Yuze suddenly grabbed her wrist. Su Yuze looked at the red mark on Su Rou's wrist with a dark look in his eyes. It was left by Dean when he had grabbed her forcefully just now. Su Rou's skin was very fair, so the mark was extremely obvious.
"It doesn't hurt," Su Rou said. "Let's go home."
"Okay."
When Su Rou got into the passenger seat, she suddenly remembered something. "Brother Ze, could you please find out where Jiang Ling is now?" Thinking about the way Dean had talked to her today, Su Rou was still a bit worried. If something happened to Jiang Ling because of her, she would feel guilty. She didn't want to owe Jiang Ling anything.
"Why do you want to find him?" Su Yuze said unhappily. "What's your relationship with Jiang Ling?" This little girl didn't know that she shouldn't mention another man in front of a man.
"No, it's not like that," Su Rou explained. "Dean seems to have misunderstood that Jiang Ling is my boyfriend. I'm worried that he might have done something to Jiang Ling."
Su Yuze thought for a while. "If it's Dean, he might really do something to Jiang Ling." Dean was deeply influenced by racial prejudice and especially looked down on Asians. "There are many Asian slaves in his family, including many sex slaves." He had taken a fancy to Su Rou, probably planning to take her back and turn her into his toy.
"Can you find him?" Su Rou frowned. Had Jiang Ling already been captured by Dean and taken to his home as a slave?
"Dean's family only takes women as slaves. Jiang Ling shouldn't be there," Su Yuze let out a sigh. "I'll help you find him." Since Jiang Ling had gotten into trouble because of little Rou'er, he would help little Rou'er find him and not owe him anything.
"Okay, thank you," Su Rou showed a smile. "I don't have any other intentions. I just simply don't want to owe him anything."
"I understand."
...
Dean cursed all the way back home. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Had he been too cowardly just now? He had made a fool of himself in front of so many people. How embarrassing!
Dean's home was a large manor. As soon as he entered, a woman came over with a basin of water in her hands, her head down. "Master, please use this." This woman was an Asian, probably in her thirties. She was wearing a maid's uniform, but there was a collar around her neck, just like the one on a pet dog.
Dean washed his hands with the clean water. Just as he was about to wash his face, he accidentally touched his nose, which made him curse in pain. "Damn it!"
"Master..." The woman was obviously a bit panicked. She looked up at Dean. "What's wrong with you?"
Dean angrily threw the towel at the woman's face. "Hurry up and call my private doctor. It hurts like hell!"
"Yes..."
When the young master of the Kinson family got injured, the private doctor immediately rushed over to examine Dean's nose. "Young master, how did this happen? It's a pretty serious injury."
"I was beaten up!" Dean said impatiently.
Just then, Dean's father came back and happened to hear his son's words. He immediately frowned seriously. "Dean, who beat you up? Tell me!"
"It was an Asian!" Dean immediately started complaining when he saw that someone was backing him up.
"What? An Asian!" Aaron was also a racialist. As soon as he heard that an Asian had beaten his son, he couldn't bear it anymore. "Who is it? Dad will avenge you!"
"I don't remember his name. It seems to be Su something..." Since Dean didn't know Chinese, he naturally couldn't pronounce Su Yuze's name correctly.
Aaron frowned. The surname Su? Could it be... Dean added, "He said that if I wanted to know his identity, I should ask you... Dad, do you know him?"
This time, Aaron's expression showed surprise, disbelief, and a hint of... fear. "Is the person you're talking about named Su Yuze?"
"Yes, yes, yes. That's the pronunciation." Dean couldn't remember how to pronounce the name anyway, but Aaron's pronunciation was correct. Did his father really know him?
Aaron could no longer maintain his serious expression. "You... How did you get on his bad side?"