Chapter 127 - Youre Hurt (1/2)

The two at the center were really eye-catching. The spotlight above them isolated everyone. Including him.

Linfeng grabbed a drink and sipped from it. His eyes never leaving the couple in front. Or to say, it never leaves the girl who was wearing a seductive blue ocean dress.

Earlier, she was just about to cry in front of him, gently touching him. Now she was smiling warmly and dancing with another man.

It brought a sour feeling to him.

He sipped more. Trying to drown down these absurd thoughts. He was acting like a man who was watching his beloved being taken away by another man. He drank the last drop from his wine.

'Foolish, Linfeng.'

He laughed at his thoughts. She was only showing him a little care and he holds it like it was the precious thing in the world.

He was a butler. He shouldn't have this kind of thought.

A staff saw his empty glass and help him pour some wine to it. When he sipped from it again, he noticed that he was using his left hand. It did not hurt anymore. Or to better say, his mind was so occupied that he did not notice the pain.

Linfeng, like he was mesmerized, looked at the couple at the front again. They are chatting and laughing. There was a harmonious air surrounding them. Linfeng could hear the whispers around him.

”They looked perfect.”

”The second young master of Lu and the young miss of Xiong, they suited each other well.”

”Well, who among us have a better status than second young master Lu? They are born to be together.”

'Right. They live in the same world. Young Miss Zhi--'

Linfeng agreed. His eyes were still looking at the girl who said something to the man before him that they both laughed at it. She looked happy.

'--belongs to that world.' He knew it. And he understands it clearly.

So he...

He should stop feeling down and stop thinking of those absurd thoughts.

He chose to listen to those comments.

Even it brought a heaviness to his chest.

He wanted to look away from the couple, but he chose to look.

'Look. That's where she belongs. That's where she is supposed to be.'

'Look. She is the light. She meant to be above of everyone.'

'Look..look at the distance between you two.'

'I understand. I understand it clearly.'

Linfeng keeps talking to himself. He keeps brainwashing himself.

He doesn't even notice that his grip on the wine glass was becoming tighter. As his eyes were so lost and have a faint pain on them.

He knows. He knows he was born into the family where they served the other. They were in the dark. No matter how hard they work, they would be just a bunch of butlers.

So he..he was trying...

He was trying to escape that faith.

So what he could do right now was just watched them from afar.

Watched her from afar...

He then saw Xiong Zhi moved her arms to Lu Yin Ze's neck.

It was very intimate.

'Snap'

The wine glass he was holding broke. Some nearby butlers looked at his direction. Since they were in the dim part, the guest didn't hear this accident. In the light, no one noticed what happened in the dark.

Some butlers went to him to ask him if he's fine.

Without drawing back his unreadable stare, he answered in a cold voice.

”I'm fine.”

These two cold words are not only for those butlers around him. It was also for him.

The butler knew that each butler here was physically capable. Besides, this young man was from the legendary family of butlers. So as he said, he would be fine.

This little commotion was overlooked. Maybe no one remembered that he even broke a glass. That was how non-existent he was.

Blood drip down from the ground. Linfeng's palm had been cut. However, his mind was not there. It was on the figure who's arm was still on the other man's neck.

Linfeng couldn't understand.

Why he was so annoyed? If not because of the slight pain he was feeling from his palm he must have acted on impulse, run to her side and take her away without care to anyone.

Why he felt so suffocated? He slammed his fist on his chest a few times. His breathing was getting quicker and he was having a difficult time controlling his emotions.

He couldn't help but be remorseful. Be resentful.