Marry Me Quick

Chapter 688 Does Your Hand Hurt?

Zeyang was well aware of the qualities that Ziyue used to appreciate in him, so he made an effort to showcase those traits.

"Here's your drink, Mrs. Qin," the bartender placed the drink in front of Ziyue and cast a brief, disdainful glance towards Zeyang.

Zeyang let out a cold snort, "What's with that look? Is there something bothering you?"

The bartender ignored him. Despite Zeyang's questionable motives, there was still a lingering air of refinement about him, thanks to his privileged upbringing in the wealthy Gong family, before they faced financial difficulties.

But after the Gong family's bankruptcy, his days worsened with each passing day. Once he had squandered all the inheritance after living a luxurious lifestyle, Zeyang realized that he couldn't even afford a seasonal item from the brand he used to wear habitually.

Such a life was unbearable for him.

"Hey! Who are you to sass my employees? Get lost!" Ziyue snatched the drink and slammed it down on the bar counter, causing some of the liquid to spill.

Zeyang had hoped to leverage Ziyue's sorrow and reignite her feelings for him. Unforeseen to him, he was humiliated by her instead.

He clenched his fists, suppressing his anger, and smiled as he gently said, "Ziyue, I just..."

Ziyue waved her hand, frowning fiercely, "Stop that disgusting smile! If you smile again, I might just throw up."

With a light dinner and the effects of the alcohol, she was beginning to feel a bit nauseated.

Zeyang's composure finally crumbled. His face turned ashen as he was about to retort, but Ziyue's voice pierced through the air before he could speak, "Oh, I remember now. You're on the Lumiere Jade House's blacklist. How on earth did you manage to sneak in?"

She was already well on her way to getting drunk, her speech dragging on in a soft, feeble tone devoid of authority.

Zeyang was caught off guard. He stood abruptly, glaring at her, "What do you mean?"

Ziyue didn't even bother to glance at him. She took a slow, leisurely sip from her glass. Zeyang's expression subtly changed as he reached out to grab Ziyue, but another hand swiftly intercepted his action.

intention of getting involved, well aware that Ziyue was

couldn't

match for this unexpectedly strong man. Frustrated, he shouted, "Who

you shouldn't mess with," Yunan sneered, exerting force

word of gratitude, he heard her say, "Move…! I'm

helping this woman. There isn't a

mouth and

her. However, recalling her earlier reaction, anger surged within him. He raised

deeply humiliated, couldn't tolerate further embarrassment. He quickly got up and rushed towards

swiftly evaded

by the commotion, the security

charge of the situation and quizzed, "How is it that just anyone can waltz here? Tell your boss to be more cautious, or else people like

recognized him and acknowledged his authority, agreeing, "Mr. Bai made

the fact that, finally, there was someone who

needed an outlet for his

...

quite a while, but nothing came out. Instead, she felt

a while since she had last indulged in alcohol, and her tolerance was clearly

on her face, she squinted at her reflection in the mirror, trying to regain her

with any makeup beforehand; otherwise, it would have been a

running into Zeyang.

was only right for her to express her

her face. With most of the alcohol wearing off, she

a private room,

lips, instantly

tune, a voice gently