185 The Gloom of War (1/2)

Chapter 185: The Gloom of War

Translator: _Min_Editor: _Tat_

”Welcome-” Fang Yuanyuan raised her head, but in the middle of the sentence, she froze.

Jiang Chen stiffened as he stood before the door. A peculiar expression appeared on his face.

He didn’t expect to meet this woman coincidentally again.

Ayesha tilted her head as she stared at Jiang Chen and then the receptionist.

She seemed to have understood the situation. She gently pulled Jiang Chen’s hand as she whispered, ”Should we go to another store?”

”There is no need.” Jiang Chen smiled as he squeezed her hand.

Although he disliked this person, his dislike was not to the point where he would avoid her on purpose.

When Jiang Chen walked towards her direction, Fang Yunyuan lowered her head.

”Hello, what would you like?”

Her voice was unnatural. Jiang Chen noticed that her fingers were slightly trembling.

[She must be afraid.]

”Cake, with chocolate, and mango… Umm, just give me the menu.” He let out a sigh as he didn’t want to bully her. Instead, he responded with certainty.

Jiang Chen took over the menu from her hand and they began to pick.

Seeing the girl beside Jiang Chen, Fang Yuanyuan felt teary for some reason.

The door was suddenly pushed open and a man in plain clothes walked in with a delicate lunchbox.

”Yuanyuan, are you hungry?” The man’s forehead had a scar, but his smile was bright as he flashed his white teeth.

Fang Yuanyuan’s cheeks turned red as she nodded and quietly took over the lunchbox from his hand.

”Mhmm, thanks, but I am still working…”

”I’ll leave you to it then, I have to go back to work too, see you later.”

Jiang Chen, with the corner of his eye, examined them, intrigued. The man’s face had a joyful smile as he energetically stepped out of the room.

”This cake should be good.”

Ayesha pointed at a chocolate cake that was decorated with fruits.

”This one it is.” Jiang Chen refocused on the menu. He gladly accepted her recommendation.

These high-class cake stores usually offer delivery services. Jiang Chen took the receipt from Fang Yuanyuan’s hand and asked out of curiosity, ”your boyfriend?”

Fang Yuanyuan's looked away with complications in her eyes, she nodded.

”Mhmm.”

”Does he know your past?” Jiang Chen smiled.

”No.” Fang Yuanyuan bit her lips as she said quietly.

”Do you regret it?”

Fang Yuanyuan didn’t respond. Instead, she looked at him, pleading with her eyes.

”Please don’t tell him? I know you hate me, but Little Cong is a good guy, I don’t want him-”

Jiang Chen raised his hand to interrupt her as he smiled.

”First, there is no need to talk about hate. Second, I have no interest in creating problems for other people. I am only curious… Whatever, I already know the answer.”

Seeing the chef hat on Fang Yuanyuan’s head, as well as the simple makeup, the answer was already clear to him.

When Jiang Chen left with the girl's hand in his, the look on Fang Yuanyuan's face turned perplexed.

She had a fantasy of marrying rich and live the life of a female protagonist like the ones in TV drama. She almost achieved this dream when she was a real estate salesperson. A boss proposed to her, but she chose to wait, thinking that her beauty could do better than him and gain more of a material enjoyment…

Without her realizing it, she slowly turned from a bi*th to a sl*t.

In the end, what is the difference between what she did and prostitution?

When did she realize this?

Perhaps it was that one night, when she was thrown out of Hongyi Private Club like a tool. The mockery sight of ten thousand bills thrown at her woke her up as if cold water was poured onto her head. She felt like she was being shooed away like a homeless person.

It was late into the night and she didn’t have her phone. She waited for a while at the side of the road but didn't manage to get a taxi. In the end, she could only drag her wry body and disheveled clothes as she numbly walked back to her rented apartment.

On her way home, she encountered two drunk perverts who mistook her for a prostitute. They tried to violate her and she desperately fought back. However, the more she struggled, the more it excited them.

Just as she was about to lose hope, he appeared.

He was not tall nor did he look that strong, but he still bravely stood in front of her.

She was shocked at the fact that there would be a fool in this world who was willing to stand up for her - for a filthy woman.

But he couldn’t beat the two perverts.

He was only able to guard a few moves before the beer bottle exploded on his forehead.

Blood began to pour, the brave ”fool” didn’t even flinch before he collapsed on the ground.

Perhaps awakened by the bloody scene, the two people immediately turned sober. Because they were afraid of accidentally killing someone, they fled the scene.

Seeing the man on the ground, as well as the glass shards and blood, Fang Yuanyuan was stunned. ”Rationality” told her the most convenient action was to not say a word and run, pretending nothing happened, and leave the ”fool” here.

But to her own surprise, she didn’t trust the ”rationality” that supported her throughout her life. Without thinking much, she knelt down, picked up a glass shard, ripped off a piece of her two thousand dollar dress, and bandaged up his head.

The terrifying blood made her tremble uncontrollably.

On the street that was void of life, she shouted, yelled, but the cars passed by all accelerated and left.

No one was willing and no one dared to stop the car to help them.

It was already midnight, the rural area was not the safest place.

A man whose face was full of blood was lying on the ground. If they stopped and gave them a ride, the man might die in their own car.

There might be a lawsuit and then a payout a settlement. If they were terribly unlucky, they might even have to go to prison.