Chapter 55

Fan Xing quickly ran over to stand in front of Eric, warily looking at the group of people. “What do you want?”

The other party was a group of young people in their twenties, dressed flamboyantly, smoking and drinking, giving off a thuggish vibe. They didn’t seem like respectable individuals.

Seeing someone protecting Eric, they still maintained a fearless attitude. Speaking with unclear words, one of them looked at Fan Xing, their eyes staring up and down at Fan Xing, not hiding their amazement. With a flirtatious tone, they said, “Oh, turns out it’s a little beauty. Is this young man your friend? We didn’t mean to do anything, just that he drank our alcohol and didn’t pay. We are here to do business, can’t afford to lose money, you know?”

Fan Xing’s thoughts were mostly on Eric, not paying much attention to the strange attitude of the others. Turning around to support the drunken Eric, he asked, “How much? I’ll pay for him.”

“Not much, just around forty to fifty thousand. This little…”

“How much?” Fan Xing was shocked, turning around wide-eyed, thinking he misheard.

Those people seemed to enjoy his reaction. They laughed heartily before saying, “Can’t afford it? No problem. How about this? The little beauty just needs to accompany us for a drink… Ah!”

One young person with multicolored dyed hair, speaking with a flirtatious tone, reached out to touch Fan Xing’s face. However, before he could make contact, he received a heavy punch to his face and was sent flying.

Fan Xing hadn’t reacted yet, and Eric, who was drunk, had already rushed forward. He grabbed the person’s collar, lifting him up and delivering punch after punch, cursing in English with slurred words.

Eric was already formidable in a fight, and the other person was completely unprepared, being beaten without any ability to fight back, only able to produce painful cries.

Others finally snapped back to reality, seeing their boss being beaten. They immediately surrounded.

Fan Xing, seeing the situation, quickly ran to Eric’s side, trying to persuade, but it was too late. The others had no intention of reconciling, each looking menacing, some grabbing chairs, others wielding bottles, all advancing towards Fan Xing and Eric.

On the other hand, He Qingmo made a call, and chaos ensued. Fan Xing was surrounded.

His face turned serious. He rushed forward, quickly disarming a thug holding a chair about to strike Fan Xing, kicking him away.

Fan Xing, worried that Eric might be at a disadvantage while drunk, had been standing behind him, not paying attention to the others. Now, with He Qingmo arriving, some relief filled him.

However, the chaotic scene did not stop, but instead escalated.

Drunk Eric, not caring about the consequences, was exceptionally ruthless. Although he got some injuries, the people who attacked him suffered even more, several writhing on the ground holding their stomachs, unable to stand up.

The people in the bar were a group, and they were local tough guys. They were not used to being bullied on their turf. Now that their boss was beaten, they were all enraged, wanting to avenge their own.

Despite He Qingmo and Eric being skilled, and Fan Xing being able to take care of himself, outnumbered and overwhelmed, they were at a disadvantage.

Just when Fan Xing was getting more and more anxious, suddenly someone from the opposing group shouted in surprise, “He Qingmo? It’s He Qingmo!”

In the chaotic bar, one moment someone was holding an empty bottle high, another was clutching their stomach and yelling. The next moment, all these people were frozen, as if acupoints had been pressed, motionless.

Except for one person who couldn’t stop in time, raising the bottle high and smashing it towards Fan Xing’s head.

He Qingmo, quick to react, protected Fan Xing. The bottle smashed heavily on He Qingmo’s shoulder, shattering into pieces on the floor.

“Big brother!” Fan Xing turned around to see this scene, couldn’t help but exclaim, subconsciously reaching out to check He Qingmo’s injuries.

His hand was held by the man, who shook his head, indicating that he was fine. Then, he coldly looked at the hooligans who had just attacked.

Upon hearing He Qingmo’s name, the person instinctively wanted to stop, but the effects of the alcohol on their brain prevented them from controlling their body, and the bottle was still thrown.

Realizing that not only did they act, but they also attacked a man they should never provoke, the fear sobered them up a bit. Their legs went weak, and with a trembling voice, they looked at He Qingmo, “He… He…”

Facing He Qingmo’s cold and condensed gaze, the person stuttered and couldn’t complete a full sentence.

In fact, it wasn’t just them. Except for the drunken Eric and Fan Xing, everyone else looked at He Qingmo with disbelief, not daring to make a sound.

The recent chaos and the influence of alcohol made it difficult for anyone to see He Qingmo’s face clearly, or perhaps they never thought He Qingmo would appear in such a place.

However, He Qingmo’s face had high visibility, and anyone who followed the news wouldn’t mistake him.

Even when they saw clearly, it felt like a dream. How could someone of He Qingmo’s stature appear in their place?

But that was the reality. He stood there alive, with a calm expression and indifferent demeanor. His deep eyes stayed fixed on the young thug who had just thrown a bottle at him.

Although he didn’t show much emotion, nobody dared to make a move because they all knew they couldn’t afford to provoke this man.

He Qingmo squeezed Fan Xing’s hand, feeling angry at the moment, not because he got hit by a bottle but because that bottle was originally aimed at Fan Xing’s head.

Thinking about the possible consequences, the anger in his heart surged, becoming a bit difficult to suppress.

Feeling the pain in his hand from He Qingmo’s grip, Fan Xing shifted his attention from He Qingmo’s shoulder to his face. He then noticed the unusual emotions in the man.

Quickly grabbing He Qingmo’s arm, Fan Xing softly called him, “Big brother.”

He Qingmo turned around, meeting the clear eyes of the young one, conveying a hint of worry and comfort.

He sighed lightly, suppressing the anger in his heart, and whispered, “It’s okay. I won’t beat him to a point where he can’t move. Let’s go.” With that, he lifted the heavily drunk Eric and pulled Fan Xing out of the bar.

He knew Fan Xing didn’t want to escalate the situation. It was a popular tourist area, and causing trouble here could lead to complications later. Besides, he had called Song Yang as soon as he entered, and Song Yang knew how to handle it.

Though he wanted to take action himself, the timing wasn’t right. Moreover, Eric was truly a troublemaker. He fought fiercely, and once the fight was over, he immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Key was the combination of new and old injuries on his body. Lying there motionless, he looked pitiful.

So, He Qingmo decided to leave the scene of the incident.

Luckily, it was already late at night, and there weren’t many people outside.

Just like when they arrived, they took the car to the helicopter, then boarded for the return journey.

Eric, completely drunk and unconscious, was thrown onto the bed by He Qingmo. Fan Xing handed a towel to He Qingmo, who casually wiped Eric’s face, being a bit rough in his actions.

Eric’s face had several bruises, some from the fight with Qin Xiuming the previous night, and some from today’s new injuries. He Qingmo applied too much force, causing Eric to involuntarily furrow his brows, indicating the pain.

Fan Xing, standing on the side, couldn’t help but open his mouth to speak. However, he wisely swallowed back the words, knowing that He Qingmo wouldn’t let him do it anyway.

So, he obediently waited on the side. After He Qingmo finished wiping, he took the towel and turned to go to the kitchen to prepare sobering soup. However, He Qingmo stopped him, saying, “Don’t bother. He’s too drunk, even if you prepare it, he won’t be able to drink it.”

The man glanced at the time, which was close to four o’clock, and said, “There’s still some time; you can go in and lie down.”

He knew Fan Xing would insist on going back to class, and persuasion wouldn’t work. So, he tried to buy some time to let him rest.

Fan Xing gently shook his head, “It’s okay. I don’t have class this morning; I can sleep when I get back. Besides, I can’t sleep now.”

While speaking, Fan Xing led He Qingmo to the lounge outside. He made the man sit on the couch and then approached to help him take off his clothes.

The man grabbed his wrist, leaned back on the couch, and looked at him with a meaningful smile, teasing, “Oh, being so proactive today?”

Fan Xing knew he was doing it on purpose, but being a bit thin-skinned, his cheeks still felt a bit warm. He glared at the man without good humor, “Let me see your injuries.”

The impact of the bottle was not light, and He Qingmo was wearing thin clothes, so his shoulder must be injured.

Actually, when Fan Xing reached out, the man already knew his intentions but deliberately diverted the topic to avoid worrying him.

“It’s nothing…”

“Let me see!”

However, Fan Xing was firm about this matter. His small hand, pure and white, grabbed onto the man’s coat. Looking up into his eyes, with a slightly red face due to the man’s earlier words, his gaze was resolute.

The man laughed and yielded, “Okay, if my wife wants to see, how can I refuse? Come on!” Saying this, he spread his hands, sitting comfortably on the couch, smiling at Fan Xing, as if he were ready to be picked.

Worried about him, Fan Xing didn’t argue with him. Seeing him agree, he immediately took off the man’s coat, and the man cooperated.

However, after taking off the coat, Fan Xing hesitated. Because underneath, the man only had a shirt.

To examine the man’s shoulder, he would have to take off the shirt, but… it was a bit embarrassing.

Although their relationship allowed for openness, they hadn’t been that open yet. Moreover, the thought of undressing He Qingmo made him feel anxious.

So, he hesitated, not making a move for a while.

The man didn’t urge him, maintaining his relaxed posture on the couch, smiling at the uneasy young one.

After a while, Fan Xing finally looked up at the man, looking pitiful, like a cat trying to please its owner, hoping the man would do it himself.

But the man remained unmoved, even deliberately moving his shoulder, pretending it was painful, and then indicating his helplessness.

Seeing him like this, Fan Xing glared at him with a huff, feeling that he shouldn’t worry about this guy at all. He was too good at acting. Most likely, there was nothing wrong with him. Forget it!

Thinking angrily, Fan Xing couldn’t convince himself not to worry. So, he had to brace himself and lean over to help the man unbutton his shirt.

In this position, the two were very close. He Qingmo still maintained a relaxed posture, watching the somewhat awkward little one who was now facing his chest.

The young one’s head was very low, and his face couldn’t be seen. But when he felt the slightly cold fingertips accidentally touch his body, it was as if an electric shock made the small movements retract.

Originally, he wanted to tease the young one, hoping to see him nervously shy. But now, he regretted it a bit.

Because of nervousness, the young one’s movements were a bit clumsy. The slightly cool fingertips would inadvertently brush against his chest, making it itchy in his heart. He couldn’t help but want to do something.

His eyes darkened, and he stretched his arms resting on the back of the couch, intending to move. However, before he could lift them, the young one suddenly raised his head. In a light and fast tone, he said, “Don’t lean on me.” Then, he gently unbuttoned the man’s shirt, not looking at him at all.

Although his face was hidden, the reddish cheeks couldn’t be concealed. Moreover, due to their face-to-face position, in order to take off the man’s shirt, he had to get very close, almost feeling the man’s breath clearly.

Despite trying not to let his mind wander, his lowered eyelashes trembled involuntarily. When he accidentally touched the man’s body, even his earlobes would turn red and blush.

The man’s arms circled around Fan Xing’s waist as he straightened his back, but suddenly, he felt the young one take the initiative to embrace his neck, leaning on his shoulder.

The man was pleased that the young one took the initiative, but suddenly felt the young one’s fingers gently press on his shoulder. Then, a tingling sensation followed, and he couldn’t help but furrow his brows.

Fan Xing’s beautiful brows were even tighter than the man’s.

“He knew for sure that he was hurt. That bastard almost went all out, smashing the bottle into pieces. How could he be okay?

The man’s shoulder was swollen and red, and when his fingers lightly slid over it, you could feel the slight tremor in the man’s shoulder. It must be very painful.

A touch of pity flashed in Fan Xing’s eyes. He quickly released the man’s neck, jumped off the sofa, and rummaged through the cabinet. Holding a bottle of medicinal wine, he came back.

“It’s okay…”

The man wanted to reassure him, but Fan Xing interrupted him again. Rarely, there was a bit of seriousness in Fan Xing’s expression, and his tone revealed an uncontrollable tenderness. “How can it be okay? Turn around, and I’ll give you a massage.” He pushed the man, making him sit sideways. Fan Xing knelt behind him, poured the medicinal wine into his palms, rubbed it warm, and began massaging him.

He didn’t speak again, sitting obediently, letting the little kid apply medicine for him.

He didn’t think this little injury was a big deal, and it would be fine in a few days.

But the little kid felt sorry for him, so he had to cooperate.

Besides… it feels great to have someone care for you!

The man’s lips couldn’t help but curve, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.

So when Fan Xing looked up after applying the medicine, he saw the man smiling like he had just tasted honey. Fan Xing couldn’t help but wonder if he was seeing things. The man’s shoulder was swollen like bread, yet he could still smile like that.

“You’re still laughing. Don’t you feel pain?” Fan Xing was a bit angry, not knowing why, but seeing the red swelling on the man’s shoulder made him uncomfortable, and the man seemed indifferent.

The man turned to look at him, smiling in his tone. “It hurts. How about my wife give it a blow? A kiss might work even better.”

Fan Xing’s inexplicable discomfort was dispelled by his shameless teasing. He wrinkled his nose at him and made a face. “I don’t care about you!” Then he picked up the medicinal wine and put it back in the cabinet.

When he came back, the man, for once, consciously put on his clothes, probably not wanting him to always focus on the injury on his shoulder.

Fan Xing felt warmth in his heart, walked over, sat down next to the man, took the initiative to hold his hand, and spoke softly, “Brother, can you not do this next time?”

“Hmm?” The man didn’t react for a moment, raising his eyebrows and looking at him with a smile.”

 

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