Following the bartender's instructions, the woman rushed outside. Mistakingly thinking that her friend had been taken away, she strode quickly down the corridor.
The scene outside the bar was just as lively as inside. The road was teeming with people. Some had just got off work, while others were out for fun.
Looking left and right, the woman was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes. Just as she was about to take out her phone to call the police, her hand, rummaging through her clothes pockets, realized that she hadn't even brought her backpack out.
Helpless, she turned back into the bar. As she passed through the corridor again, she subconsciously glanced at a couple leaving nearby.
After they had walked past, she suddenly seemed to remember something and quickly turned around to chase after them.
The moment the couple stepped out, the woman rushed out right behind them.
"What do you want?" Wen Minhao was pulled around. He looked at the woman behind him impatiently. His unfriendly eyes scanned the woman up and down, and he lifted his arm to fend off her hand. "Go somewhere cool. I'm busy now."
The woman was disgusted by his behavior. She put her hand in front of her chest and pointed at the girl in his arms. "Do you even know her? And you're just taking her away?"
Unable to clearly hear what the woman was saying, Wen Minhao just tightened his hold on the girl who looked like Wen Sining in his arms. "I don't know her. Do you?"
Seeing his wandering hands around the girl's waist, as a friend, she couldn't bear it any longer. She raised her arm and lunged at Wen Minhao ferociously.
Facing the drunk Wen Minhao, the woman was stronger. She pushed Wen Minhao away and then took the opportunity to rescue her friend from his arms when he wasn't paying attention.
Wen Minhao was left with empty arms and almost fell to the ground. Looking down at his empty embrace, he menacingly approached the woman in front of him.
"If you come any closer, I'll call the police!" the woman threatened.
Call the police?
Wen Minhao laughed and continued to move forward, forcing the two women back into a corner.
Hugging her friend, the woman shrank her neck, her back firmly pressed against the cold wall.
"Keep running. Aren't you good at it?" Wen Minhao blew hot, alcoholic breath into the woman's face in a hooligan-like manner.
The stench of alcohol made the woman's stomach churn. She almost vomited up the alcohol she had drunk that night along with her bile.
Wen Minhao leaned one hand against the wall and stroked the conscious woman's face with his fingers. The more she dodged, the more excited he became.
"Help!"
Wen Minhao heard the woman's scream, which seemed like a catalyst to stir up the atmosphere. He laughed maniacally, threw the unconscious girl on the ground, and forcefully raised the shouting woman's hands above her head.
Pressing his knee against hers, Wen Minhao affectionately touched his forehead to hers. "Scream. Keep screaming."
Tears welled up in the woman's eyes. She was too scared to breathe, and even her tears were stuck in her eyes, afraid to fall.
"Weren't you so active just now? Why are you so quiet?" Wen Minhao lifted the woman's chin, forcing her to look up at him.
Whoosh~ The tears streamed down in lines.
The hot tears landed on Wen Minhao's fingers. He lifted his hand and, under the dim light, put his finger into his mouth in a perverted way.
"So salty!" Wen Minhao looked longingly at the teardrop hanging on the woman's cheek.
Feeling his actions, the woman turned her head back and forth, refusing to give Wen Minhao a chance to get closer.
Her head moving in front of him made him dizzy. Wen Minhao slapped his hand on the woman's forehead, smashing the back of her head against the wall.
It hurt...
The woman was like a thin piece of paper stuck to the wall, her whole body motionless.
Her scream did attract a lot of attention. Especially the passers-by on the road saw Wen Minhao being so rough on the two women. Some people, feeling indignant, approached them.
Once someone was willing to help, more people joined in.
"Miss, do you need help?"
A male voice came from behind. Wen Minhao lowered his head and looked back impatiently.
He thought it was just one person, but when he looked back, he saw a crowd.
His hand moved from the woman's forehead to her neck. Relying on his status, he pinned the woman in his arms. "Jealous?"
The man was a proper white-collar worker. Hearing Wen Minhao's vulgar words, his cheeks instantly flushed.
Wen Minhao looked down on his naive look and waved his hand dismissively. "Get out of here quickly. Don't get in the way."
Finally, someone was willing to help them. The woman in his arms was afraid that the man would be driven away by Wen Minhao. She immediately raised her hand for help. "We don't even know him. Please help us."
As soon as the words left her mouth, Wen Minhao slapped the woman across the face.
The sound of the slap was especially loud on the noisy street. Passers-by were all attracted by the sound and curiously stopped to gather around.
"Wen Minhao?" Qiao Xi was standing at the back but was squeezed to the front by the people behind.
Someone nearby was whispering. Qiao Xi listened for a while and roughly understood what had happened.
Quietly taking out her phone, she opened the camera and pointed it at the arrogant Wen Minhao in front.
"The police are coming!"
Someone in the crowd shouted. The crowded onlookers immediately made way.
The police who came were the local beat cops. They were on patrol and came over to check when they heard the commotion.
One of the beat cops knew Wen Minhao. He pulled his colleague's hand, and the two whispered to each other. One of them dispersed the onlookers, while the other walked up to Wen Minhao.
"Mr. Wen, how about we move somewhere else? There are so many people around here. It's not good for your reputation," the cop said in a low voice.
Hearing the cop's words to Wen Minhao, the woman's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Can't I stay here?" Wen Minhao deliberately made things difficult for him.
If an ordinary person behaved like this, the cops wouldn't be so polite. They would have taken the person to the police station long ago.
"Mr. Wen, we're on duty now. Please cooperate with us."
"What if I don't cooperate?"
After all this commotion, Wen Minhao was half sober from his drunkenness. He twirled the woman's hair with his fingers and provocatively looked at the cop.
If he didn't cooperate, they would have to take him to the police station. But if he went to the police station, the matter would have to be reported to the chief.
The cop who had dispersed the passers-by returned to his colleague. Seeing that he was still bargaining with Wen Minhao, he put his hand on the baton on his waist.
His colleague shook his head and stopped his action.
"Mr. Wen, there are a lot of people around. If someone takes a picture of you and posts it on the Internet, it won't be good, right?"
Seeing them being so submissive, Wen Minhao was in a great mood. He lost interest in the woman in his arms and disgustedly pushed her away.