Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon-Chapter 538 Always Following Her

Just as she ran out of the hospital, Xiyan’s eyes turned red.

Her nose felt sour, and she really wanted to cry.

It was a kind of grievance that words could never express.

This grievance had been brewing for so many days, ever since Ou Jue decided to go to S Country with Qiao Qianmo. But it had never been magnified as much as it was at this moment.

Hugging her arms tightly, wandering the early morning streets, Xiyan’s mind was in an utter haze.

Ou Jue... does he not love her as much as he used to?

He must not.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have acted the way he did tonight.

The shuffling sound of footsteps echoed behind her.

Xiyan quickened her pace, and the person behind matched her speed.

She deliberately slowed down, and the person followed suit.

Damned. That person seemed to be tailing her.

Xiyan’s back stiffened. At this hour, there were hardly any people on the street.

Could it be some twisted pervert?

Grieved and scared, Xiyan didn’t dare to glance back. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

She hurried forward while fumbling for her phone, lowering her head to turn it on.

The next second, her shoulder collided with someone.

Xiyan raised her eyes abruptly, startled, only to find that it was a middle-aged man who seemed more than a little drunk.

The collision had sent the aluminum can he was holding tumbling onto the ground.

The middle-aged man glanced at the spilled beer and glared angrily at Xiyan. "How the hell do you walk?!"

"Sorry, sorry," Xiyan apologized hastily. "I didn’t mean to."

"Sorry? That’s all?" The man’s face was flushed, his eyes squinting as he leered at Xiyan. "Why don’t you have a few drinks with me? Then I’ll forgive you, how about that?"

Xiyan bit her lip, pulled a one-hundred-yuan bill from her pocket, and slapped it onto his chest. "Here’s money for your drink."

With that, she tried to skirt around him and leave.

"Hey, did I say you could go?!" The middle-aged man reached out to grab her arm.

"What are you doing?!" Xiyan tried to shake him off.

"Spilled beer all over me, and you think a hundred yuan is enough to brush me off?" The man refused to release her arm. "Come on, let’s go find a place where you can keep me company and drink together!"

"Drink with your damn ancestors!" Xiyan was already upset and blurted out a curse. "Let me go! Or I’ll scream for help!"

"Who the hell are you cursing? Say that again, I dare you!" The man rolled up his sleeves, looking ready to teach her a lesson.

But in the next instant, his collar was grabbed from behind.

The middle-aged man turned his head in alarm and came face-to-face with a chillingly icy expression.

With one hand, Ou Jue lifted him off the ground, and without another word, threw a punch directly at him.

The man let out a wretched scream, collapsing onto the ground. He started begging frantically, "Please stop! I was wrong! I’ll never do it again!"

Clearly, the Demon King wasn’t someone who’d let him off because of a few pitiful pleas. hands jammed in pockets, Ou Jue coldly ground his foot onto the arm that had grabbed Xiyan moments ago.

The entire time, he didn’t say a single word. He didn’t even spare Xiyan a glance.

His thin lips remained pressed into an unyielding, icy line.

Not far away, Xiyan stood frozen, staring at the noble yet detached figure.

Ou Jue...

How is Ou Jue here?

Didn’t he just say earlier that he didn’t care about her anymore?

So, the footsteps that had been following her... were they his?

In a short while, the middle-aged man had been beaten to the point that he couldn’t utter a single word, left barely conscious.

Ou Jue straightened up, his cold expression intact. Still without looking at Xiyan, he kicked the middle-aged man away, the one who had earlier attempted to assault her.