The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 28 - 0, beat him up so badly even his parents can’t recognize him.
"Asheng, I’ll tell you something really interesting," Feng Yi said as he moved his chair beside Jiang Yisheng.
Seeing his mysterious expression, Jiang Yisheng looked puzzled, "What interesting thing?"
"It’s about Ahan, he..."
Feng Yi was excited to start, but a cold voice interrupted him.
"Eat your meal quietly."
Jiang Yisheng raised an eyebrow and glanced at Li Mochan with curiosity.
Is there a story?
He cast an inquiring look at Feng Yi, who shrugged and picked up his wine glass, "Your cousin won’t let me tell, you should ask him yourself."
Seems like there really is a story.
Jiang Yisheng turned his eyes to Li Mochan, his face revealing an intriguing smile.
Li Mochan’s fingertips holding the chopsticks paused, he looked up at him, "Want to go back to M country?"
Jiang Yisheng was taken aback, looking innocent.
He hadn’t said anything yet, had he?
"I don’t," he said.
"Then don’t gossip like Feng Yi," Li Mochan said.
Jiang Yisheng nodded obediently.
Feng Yi touched his forehead, lamenting that Asheng hadn’t cultivated enough street smarts.
...
In another private room
"Ye Jiuliang, I don’t eat wasabi, so don’t put it in my bowl," Ji Mingqian said, looking at the green clump in his bowl and speaking frantically.
Ye Jiuliang glanced at him and snorted lightly, "That’s for taking my drink."
Facing the undeniable fact, Ji Mingqian laughed apologetically. "I’m just worried that you’ll harm yourself drinking too much, so I thought I’d help you out by drinking some. Achen, too, had his share."
"Stop dragging Achen into it every time," Ye Jiuliang exposed his lie.
"This wine isn’t bad; you take your time drinking it, I’m going to the restroom," Ji Mingqian said as he stood up and poured her a glass of wine with great care.
Ye Jiuliang didn’t forget to make a biting remark, "Don’t fall into the latrine."
Ji Mingqian’s lips twitched slightly as he walked out the door.
*
"Looks like luck is on this young master’s side tonight, to encounter such a top-notch beauty," a voice said.
"Scram."
"Do you know who I am? How dare you tell me to scram? You should be grateful I’m even considering you," the man said with an air of entitlement.
"Scram."
The unchanging word was delivered with a tone as cold as jade.
Ji Mingqian turned off the faucet, grabbed a paper towel to dry his hands, and followed the sound out of the restroom.
The deserted corridor was softly lit by evenly spaced wall lamps.
"Not knowing your place? Then don’t blame this young master for not being gentle," the man slurred his words with a drunken arrogance that grated on the ears.
Jiang Yisheng’s handsome face was slightly cold; just going to the restroom he had stumbled upon this annoying incident, which really left him speechless.
His green eyes misted with a hint of chill as he slowly rolled up his sleeves, "Last chance, get out of my way."
"A pretty boy dares to be so bold here? Ridiculous," the man said, eyes gleaming with perverse anticipation at the thought of having Jiang Yisheng under him.
"Come with me and I’ll make sure you want for nothing," he said, foolishly stepping forward and reaching out to grab Jiang Yisheng’s hand.
Jiang Yisheng’s brows chilled, and his iron-like fist promptly greeted the man’s regrettable face.
"Bang—"
The man’s slight drunkenness sobered up a bit with the punch.
He held his right cheek and couldn’t help inhaling sharply.
"Hiss—"
Jiang Yisheng withdrew his hand, a tickle in his throat compelling a soft cough.
"Cough cough cough."
"Oh, turns out you’re a sickly beauty. I thought you had some real guts," the man spat, accidentally pulling at the wound on his mouth corner and letting a glint of cruelty pass through his eyes as he reached out again toward Jiang Yisheng.
Jiang Yisheng sidestepped, and his coughing intensified, as if he was about to cough out his lungs.
"Cough cough--"
The man sneered in contempt and took the opportunity to try to grab Jiang Yisheng, "Come with me obediently..."
"I told you to get lost already, can’t you understand human speech?"
A cold voice suddenly rang out, like a demonic chant from hell.
In the blink of an eye, before the man could see the owner of the voice, he was kicked and sent flying.
"Aah--"
A pitiful scream echoed through the corridor.
Jiang Yisheng looked up at the figure standing in front of him, his eyes slightly moved, and a few tinges of redness climbed on his porcelain-white neck due to coughing.
Upon closer inspection, the blue veins on his skin were very clear.
Sensing his gaze, Ji Mingqian turned around to meet those light green eyes, his thin lips lightly curved.
He was indeed "beautiful," gender hard to discern, Ji Mingqian muttered to himself sarcastically.
Suppressing the discomfort in his throat, Jiang Yisheng spoke lightly, "Thank you."
Ji Mingqian, hands in his pockets, smiled nonchalantly, "It was nothing."
Not far away, the man lay on the ground with a burning chest, feeling as if all his organs were displaced, and his mouth still oozed with blood.
Struggling to open his eyes, he saw a pair of shiny boots enter his view.
As his gaze moved upward, unexpectedly clashing with the man’s deep, dark pupils, he couldn’t help but gasp, "You you you..."
Ji Mingqian curved his lips in a cold smile, bent down, and easily pulled him up with his distinct-knuckled hand.
"Quite audacious."
The overpowering aura made it hard for the man to breathe, and he stuttered, "You, you’d better let me go, or else..."
Tired of his babbling, Ji Mingqian swung a punch to his abdomen.
"Bang--"
In an instant, the man’s features twisted in agony, unable to make a sound.
But this was only the beginning.
Ji Mingqian, one hand gripping his collar, the other balled into a fist, continuously swung at his face, each punch crueler than the last.
"Aargh aargh aargh--"
The man screamed miserably as he was beaten, truly sobering up, nearly passing out.
"Cough cough, that’s enough," Jiang Yisheng said as he glanced at the man’s unrecognizable face, the corners of his lips slightly raised.
At that, Ji Mingqian released his grip.
"Thud--"
The man fell back to the ground, curling into a shrimp-like shape, moaning softly in pain.
The commotion was not small, quickly drawing bystanders.
Doors of adjacent private rooms opened one after another, with people peeking out to check what had happened.
"What’s going on?"
"Come on, someone’s making trouble at Jiangyue Restaurant? That’s some serious guts."
"Isn’t that the young master of the Yao Family lying there? Looks like he’s bitten off more than he can chew, all bruised and swollen—I bet his own family couldn’t recognize him now."
"That’s Jiang Yisheng, wow, he’s so handsome, even more so in person than in photos."
The whispers around grew louder, and many recognized Jiang Yisheng; some young girls rushed over to surround him for autographs.
Jiang Yisheng pinched the bridge of his nose as more people crowded around, the air became stuffy, and his head felt dizzy.
"Excuse me, please make way."
A deep voice reached his ears, and a slightly cool hand touched his wrist; Jiang Yisheng paused for a moment.
Before he could react, a forceful strength pulled him over, shielding him behind.
At this point, the restaurant manager arrived with security.
"Make way, don’t block here any longer."
"Since you’re here at Jiangyue Restaurant, please enjoy your meal properly. Don’t let these incidents spoil everyone’s mood, I ask you all to return to your private rooms to dine," the middle-aged manager said, his face wearing a polite smile, but a fleeting sharpness in his eyes revealed he was not to be trifled with.
Hearing this, the crowd eager for a spectacle dispersed one by one.
What a joke, Jiangyue Restaurant was not a place for spectating; they didn’t want to invite trouble for nothing.
The girls yearning for Jiang Yisheng’s signature reluctantly glanced at their idol one more time before leaving, looking back with every step they took.
