67: dog and woman

Zhang Yingying, her face full of rage, rushed towards the couple and, raising her hand, slapped the pretty girl hard.

Immediately after, the man grabbed Zhang Yingying's hand and slapped her back.

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Zhang Yingying grabbed the woman's hair and started punching her.

The woman looked as if she was resigned to her fate, not moving, not even trying to dodge, as if she was atoning for something.

The man desperately tried to protect the woman and even laid hands on Zhang Yingying.

Wu Fan didn't react at first; only after seeing the three of them already in a brawl did he quickly rush over.

With his left hand, he grabbed the man's belt and lifted him completely into the air.

Wu Fan's explosive move not only terrified the man but also stunned everyone around them.

"Oh my, this guy is incredible, a weightlifter?"

"He's a strongman, so terrifying."

"How can he lift a man like he's carrying a Grass Chicken? What kind of explosive power is that?"

"Is this an Olympic weightlifting champion?"

"That man is done for; he's run into a true master."

"It's probably a love triangle, right?"

"Could it be a drama about beating the mistress?"

"Shh, keep it down, don't talk nonsense, be careful or he'll lift you up too."

...The guests had long forgotten the stage performance and began to chatter amongst themselves.

Even Zhang Yingying stopped hitting the woman and turned to look at Wu Fan.

Wu Fan, however, was completely oblivious: "Yingying, what's going on? How do you want to deal with this man?"

"A grown man hitting a woman, and enjoying it so much, it's a disgrace to us men."

The man, suspended in mid-air, struggled, clearly terrified.

Zhang Yingying looked up at the man, sighed, and said, "Forget it, Brother Fan, let this pair of dogs go."

What? Just let them go like that?

This pair of dogs?

That must be Zhang Yingying's Ex-Boyfriend and her Best Female Friend, no doubt.

In Zhang Yingying's heart, perhaps her hatred for her Best Female Friend outweighed that for her Ex-Boyfriend.

That's why she attacked and slapped her Best Female Friend so fiercely.

Even though the man hit Zhang Yingying, she didn't want to hit back and even said to let him go.

This shows that in her heart, she still hadn't let go of this man.

Wu Fan looked at Zhang Yingying, "Are you sure? Do you want me to slap him a few times?"

Zhang Yingying said, "Forget it."

Wu Fan could only say coldly to the man in mid-air, "Prepare yourself, I'm letting go. Don't blame me if you fall to your death."

With a gentle toss, the man fell to the ground like a toad.

It was a good thing Wu Fan had warned him, otherwise, it was entirely possible he could have suffered a concussion or something else.

Wu Fan turned to look at Zhang Yingying's Best Female Friend; she wasn't as pretty as Zhang Yingying, was short, and naturally had a delicate, pitiful appearance.

Perhaps it was because she looked more petite, charming, and feminine than Zhang Yingying.

Men are always like this; what they can't have is always the best, and a Girlfriend's Best Female Friend is also the easiest to pique curiosity and attract attention.

There are simply too many stories of men secretly getting together with their wives' Best Female Friends.

The man lay on the ground for a while, then got up, grabbed the woman's hand, and fled in a hurry.

Zhang Yingying remained expressionless, standing in a daze for quite a while before turning to return to her seat.

Wu Fan raised his hand, signaling the guests that the show was over, and they should return to their places.

Fei Wei, Grass Chicken, and Shan Xiaojie, however, remained calm; they ignored the chaotic events below the stage, focusing wholeheartedly on their performance, which was truly impressive.

Wu Fan saw that Zhang Yingying was in a bad mood, so he filled her glass with beer and toasted her: "You're usually so carefree, why are you still hung up on this? It's all in the past, why take it to heart?"

Zhang Yingying drank it all in one gulp, sighed, and said, "I thought I had let go, but when I saw them appear in front of me, being so affectionate, I realized my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. You wouldn't understand."

Wu Fan smiled, "How could I not understand? When I passed through Shanghai on my way back home this time, I saw my Ex-Wife Liu Yue, her husband, and her son. But I wasn't as impulsive as you."

Zhang Yingying said disbelievingly, "Who would believe that? You definitely hit her husband, didn't you?"

Wu Fan laughed heartily, "That's another story, but my heart didn't ache as much as yours did at the time."

Zhang Yingying's expression softened a little, and after a moment of silence, she said, "Losing a Best Female Friend and a Boyfriend all at once feels terrible. It's like the whole world has betrayed me, and everyone around me is untrustworthy. Can you understand this feeling of loneliness, loss, and betrayal?"

For the first time, Wu Fan felt that this woman in front of him also had such a sensitive side.

In his fixed impression, he had always thought of her as a carefree, bold woman who didn't care about smoking, drinking, or telling dirty jokes.

Perhaps Wu Fan didn't truly understand her; they had merely shared one night of pleasure, nothing more.

Wu Fan raised his glass and drank it in one go, then gently pinched her cheek and said, "Hearing you say that, I think I understand too, but you shouldn't be that fragile, right?"

Zhang Yingying slapped Wu Fan's hand away: "Stop it, you don't understand me."

Wu Fan lowered his voice and said, "I understand every inch of your skin, really."

Zhang Yingying rolled her eyes at him and said nothing more.

Wu Fan offered her a cigarette, but she waved her hand, declining it.

It seemed this woman was truly sad; she didn't even want to smoke.

Wu Fan had no choice but to put it in his own mouth, lit it, took a few deep drags, and also remained silent.

Both of them, by unspoken agreement, turned their gaze to the stage.

At this moment, the three of them were performing "I Finally Lost You," written by Jonathan Lee... I forgot to tell you, you were always in my heart... I finally lost you, in the crowded streets, I finally lost you... Wu Fan secretly glanced at Zhang Yingying; there seemed to be tears in her eyes.

It was almost one in the morning when they left the bar. Outside, a light rain was falling, and the air was chilly with a cold wind.

Zhang Yingying seemed a little drunk, yet also very sober.

Wu Fan asked her, "How are you getting back?"

Zhang Yingying put her arm around his shoulder: "Of course, you're taking me back."

Wu Fan joked, "Aren't you afraid of another 'accident' like last time?"

Zhang Yingying giggled for a long time before saying, "Was last time an accident?"

Wu Fan was speechless for a moment.

As they walked towards the parking lot, Zhang Yingying clung to Wu Fan, her steps unsteady.

Wu Fan couldn't help but say, "It's raining, and the road is very slippery. How about I carry you to the car?"

Zhang Yingying said, "I'm very heavy, can you carry me?"

Wu Fan directly held her by one thigh, lifting her upright.

Zhang Yingying giggled and said, "Who carries someone like that?"

"How do you want me to carry you? A princess carry? I can't do that; what if I get carried away, you wouldn't be able to handle it?"

Zhang Yingying raised her hand and lightly hit Wu Fan's head, saying, "You're bad! You're doing it on purpose! You clearly want to freeze me to death by making me stand upright like a utility pole."

Wu Fan gently lowered her, holding her horizontally in his arms, then leaned close to her red lips and softly said, "Is this better?"

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