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.

from a corner. Initially, he had no intention of getting involved, well aware that Ziyue was not one to appreciate help

eventually, he couldn't bear it any

strong man. Frustrated, he shouted, "Who are you?! It's

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

to face Ziyue, hoping for a word

bothered helping this woman. There isn't a single instance where she'll be appreciative. Look what happened now? She's even ruined

and stumbled towards the

figure, contemplating whether to chase after her. However, recalling her earlier reaction, anger surged within him.

couldn't tolerate

swiftly evaded

the

waltz here? Tell your boss to be more cautious, or else people like this will ruin the establishment's

him and acknowledged his authority, agreeing,

there was someone who agreed with his sentiment

frustration still lingered within him. He needed an outlet for his anger, so he sought

...

leaning over the sink, retching for quite a while, but nothing

had last indulged in alcohol, and her tolerance

at her

makeup beforehand; otherwise, it would have

remembered running into Zeyang. She couldn't help but wonder why Yunan

and come to her aid. It was only right for her to express her

face. With most of the alcohol wearing off, she could walk better without fumbling, but she still felt slightly

made her way back down the corridor, she passed a private room, and out of nowhere, a hand reached out and

startled cry escaped her lips, instantly

tune, a voice