"So beautiful!" Luo Chao looked at Yan Ruyu with a lecherous expression, almost drooling.

"Naughty boy, how dare you tease your sister!" Yan Ruyu playfully tapped her jade-like fingers, resembling green onion roots, lightly on Luo Chao's forehead, laughingly scolding him.

"Hey, hey, tapping the forehead is my own special treat for you, you can't infringe on that!" Luo Chao caught Yan Ruyu's delicate hand as it tapped down and lightly kissed the back of her hand in a flirtatious manner.

"Oh, you little rascal, daring to take advantage of me, watch how I don't give you a good beating!" Yan Ruyu shyly withdrew her hand, teasingly scolding Luo Chao, and chased after him to teach him a lesson, but Luo Chao had already run out of the suite room.

After going downstairs to pay for another night's stay at the front desk, Luo Chao and Yan Ruyu held hands as they walked out.

Once they left the hotel, they crossed a couple of streets and arrived at a rather quiet-looking restaurant. The place had a bit of a Western flair, was luxuriously decorated, and inside was accompanied by flowing water and soft music that flowed through the room like a gentle stream. The peaceful ambiance calmed one's heart, and both of them were fond of such an environment.

They knew by now that nothing had been exposed from last night's events, and with the big news about the Qingmu Society today, no one was investigating their affair. This allowed them to relax and quietly enjoy the peaceful and warm moment.

The serene atmosphere, soothing music, and a sumptuous and delicious dinner made the moments shared between them feel extremely fulfilling.

"Oh, isn't this Miss Yan from Luoyi Street?" Just as the two were thoroughly enjoying their dinner, a discordant voice echoed in their ears.

Luo Chao looked up to see a middle-aged man in his forties, with a square face, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a mustard-colored suit jacket, black casual pants, and a black leather bag tucked under his right arm. He looked at Yan Ruyu with a mocking expression, the ridicule was evident in his eyes.

Yan Ruyu furrowed her eyebrows upon seeing him, clearly dissatisfied with his presence.

"Aren't you working tonight? Oh, I see, you're kept by this pretty boy, aren't you? Just looking at this pretty boy, he's clearly not rich. Why not be with me tonight?" The man said while patting his leather bag under his arm, "See that? I've got money, as long as you make me happy, you can have as much as you want."

"Who the hell are you?" Luo Chao frowned, anger boiling in his heart. Yan Ruyu had just regained her composure, and now with this disgusting old man, it was like the previous efforts had been in vain. At this moment, he wished he could stuff some dung into this nasty man's mouth. Luo Chao stood up slowly, addressing the man in a calm tone.

"Who the hell are you?" Luo Chao repeated the phrase with harsh boldness, vulgar yet profoundly insulting, certainly not elegant. By now, Luo Chao was extremely angry, unable to come up with better words. A line frequently used back home seemed to be the only way to express his inner rage.

"Where'd this hick come from, pauper! Are you looking for death?" The man's face turned beet red upon hearing Luo Chao's words. He had lived in the city all his life and never had anyone cursed at him in such terms, and he bellowed at Luo Chao in fury.

"City man? Rich man? Don't act all high and mighty in front of me. You've got money? A hundred million? Or a billion? Let me tell you, acting like a big shot isn't something anyone can just do. You need capital to back it up. If you have tens or hundreds of billions, sure, call me a hick. But looking at you, you're just carrying a few thousand. Pretending to be a wealthy man in front of a beggar, what do you call that? It's called puffing up like a swollen face to act tough, or putting on a show with foreign imported radishes! You still dare to yell here? I'll kick you flying if you keep bothering me, you're ruining my thug mood!"

Upon hearing the man's words, Luo Chao's anger surged uncontrollably. If it weren't such a classy place and he wasn't dining with Yan Ruyu, he would've already made a move and beat this man up into a pig's head. Luo Chao was never one to let others trample over him.

"Oh yeah? Hick, pauper, won't let others talk huh, your mom didn't even..." The man, seeing Luo Chao's young age yet sharp tongue, tried to confront Luo Chao, but didn't get to finish his sentence.

"Smack!" A crisp sound rang out as Luo Chao slapped the man hard across the face, knocking off his gold-rimmed glasses, and causing his face to swell instantly.

"No one's ever dared to say anything bad about my mom since I was born, yet you dare to try to teach me a lesson? Let me tell you, you're asking for death!" After hitting the man, Luo Chao grabbed his collar fiercely, saying with a menacing expression.

Luo Chao had never met his mother, didn't know what kind of person she was, or why she abandoned him, but because of that, not having parents became his eternal pain, a tender spot he never dared to touch.

"Sir, you can't cause trouble here!" A waiter hurried over, pulling at Luo Chao's hand.

"I'm a very easygoing person; if people don't provoke me, I won't provoke them. But you'd better get this mad dog out of here; he's bothering me. If you insist on keeping him, I'll have to take matters into my own hands—but when I take action, it won't be to ask him to leave but to chop off his hands and feet!" Luo Chao released the man, took a napkin from the table, wiping his hands as he spoke with a smile.

Listening to Luo Chao's words, the waiter's expression became a bit peculiar; clearly, Luo Chao had hit someone but was calling others mad dogs, arguing irrationally and playing the victim grievance card—rarely had the waiter seen such, now he was experiencing it firsthand. However, that's without understanding the situation's context; if he knew, he might not think of Luo Chao this way.

"Sir, this isn't appropriate; customers are our guests. We open a business to welcome customers; how can we expel them?" The waiter looked at Luo Chao apologetically.

"Inappropriate? I'm telling you, if it weren't for the elegant environment here, the beautiful music, and my sister being in a good mood, I'd have castrated this old scumbag today!" Luo Chao replied furiously upon hearing the waiter, frowning, his last words spoken with a vicious tone, his expression fierce and intimidating.

The waiter stepped back two paces in fright, and the old man instinctively covered his groin, realizing he'd crossed paths with someone who ran with gangs.

In Ruili, gangs ran rampant, and those who mingled with them often acted lawlessly. Although he himself had some money, getting killed was a small splash, not even a ripple could be stirred; thus, at this point, he felt inclined to retreat.

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