Chapter 616: Waiting for Someone, Coffee

Yu Shanghen's expression gradually turned exceptionally gloomy.

"Lu Lingwei, I remember you're an art student majoring in fine arts, right? You didn't study acting, did you? Heh, I never thought you'd be such a genius at acting. Should I add you to this year's filming schedule?"

"Let you be the female lead, with the plot being your state after being gang-raped?"

He took a few fierce drags of his cigarette and slowly walked forward.

Impatiently grabbing the Middle-aged Man by the collar, he said coldly, "Is the extraction done yet?"

The Middle-aged Man nodded hesitantly. "Um... it should be, right? It's extracted. Anyway, we collected as much biological evidence as possible, but since so much time has passed, a lot might have been absorbed. If it really happened, collecting his DNA shouldn't be a big problem."

Yu Shanghen nodded.

He handed the phone to him. "Stand over there and record everything. Make sure to get close-ups of her face. Heh, since you like performing so much that your throat is hoarse from screaming, letting me see it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

As he spoke, he threw his coat onto the sofa.

He tore open the condom packaging provided by the hotel.

Watching Yu Shanghen pounce over, fear flickered in Lu Lingwei's eyes.

He had never treated her like a human, and neither had Master...

...

After leaving the hotel, Zheng Qian did not return to the company.

He arrived at a coffee shop.

It was very secluded, the decor wasn't luxurious, and it certainly wasn't the Instagram style favored by this city of petty bourgeoisie. It felt more like a home workshop, but it was very cozy. There weren't many people here, and he quite liked that feeling.

In the entire coffee shop, there was only a waitress at the bar.

She was the waitress, the barista, and even the cashier and cleaner.

This reminded Zheng Qian of his conversation with Aunt Fang yesterday.

When she spoke about breeding, etiquette, and propriety, she also mentioned coffee. She said, the coffee you love should be about its taste and the shop owner's dedication. Anything else, any criticism or praise, stems entirely from vanity.

And vanity is the complete opposite of breeding.

A cozy coffee shop like this is just fine; there's no need to go to those globally popular brands.

Miss Zhu Faluo is truly a person of great taste.

Aunt Fang told him that this was the last place anyone had spotted Zhu Faluo, and it was a coffee shop she had opened in Shanghu out of boredom; it was very much in Zhu Faluo's style. Zheng Qian hadn't come here hoping to run into her, of course; he was just curious and wanted to take a look.

At the same time, he was waiting for someone.

That person seemed to come here often.

The girl at the bar looked at Zheng Qian curiously; she was very familiar with every regular customer here. Occasionally, new faces would appear, but she never paid them any mind. Because she knew that those new faces were simply strangers.

But Zheng Qian was different. She could sensitively sense this; there was a unique aura about him.

Or rather, it was her instinct for this type of person.

Could he also be an admirer of the young lady? But she had never seen him before.

He looked different from the usual gentlemen like Shang Yanxiong and Yun Yexi. He didn't give off that overbearing sense of nobility; instead, he made people feel very comfortable. It was as if he never had any worries, always so indifferent.

The young girl shook her head; she still felt that Shang Yanxiong and the young lady were a better match.

One look at Shang Yanxiong and you knew he came from nobility. Whether it was his attire or his speech and demeanor, he was the standard template of a gentleman in the hearts of the people of Shanghu. Anyone who wanted to become a proper gentleman only needed to observe Shang Yanxiong's conduct, sitting, and walking.

Just then, a flurry of panicked footsteps interrupted her train of thought.

A panicked girl ran into the coffee shop.

She looked around, then hurriedly ran to the corner where Zheng Qian was sitting.

She was dressed very fashionably, though she looked slightly disheveled. Her lipstick was smeared all the way to her jaw, and there was a slap mark on her face. The buttons on her clothes were all missing, her stockings were torn to shreds, and the heel of her left high heel had even broken off.

"Please, please save me!"

"Excuse me, handsome, I, I really have no other choice! I broke up with my boyfriend, but he still won't let me go. He chased me all the way here just now, and I... I have nowhere left to hide! I beg you!"

The girl gripped Zheng Qian's arm tightly, trembling violently.

She opened her imploring eyes, looking pitifully moving.

Zheng Qian unobtrusively pulled his arm away. He took a sip of coffee and said indifferently, "Are you married?"

The girl was stunned, not knowing why Zheng Qian would ask such an irrelevant question. She subconsciously shook her head and said miserably, "I, I told you it's my boyfriend chasing me. Don't believe anything he says; he wants to kill me..."

Before she could finish, Zheng Qian used his indifferent gaze to cut off what she was about to say next.

At this moment, a man rushed in.

His eyes seemed to be spewing intense flames.

He went straight to the girl, grabbed her hair with his left hand, and violently slapped her face with his right. The force was so great that she was knocked directly to the ground. Her head hit the corner of the table, and she let out a miserable, heart-wrenching scream.

The girl at the bar frowned slightly, her Favorability toward Zheng Qian dropping repeatedly.

She hadn't expected that someone would actually turn a blind eye to such a pitiful girl's plea for help. Just as the girl at the bar was about to call for others to help, Zheng Qian stood up, blocked the man's hand that was about to strike again, and gently pushed him away.

"Who are you? Her lover?"

The man stared fixedly at Zheng Qian.

Zheng Qian did not answer him but looked down at the girl. "There are marks on your ring finger from wearing a ring. If I'm not mistaken, he must be your husband, right? And that wedding ring is in your bag."

"You probably took it off while having an affair because you were afraid of being recognized as a married woman."

"Oh, perhaps you'll say you're still young and just wore it on your ring finger for fun. That explanation is certainly correct, and indeed, some girls wear it there while dating. But they, also out of fun, wouldn't take it off."

"Wait, I know what you want to say."

"You want to say it was knocked off when he hit you just now, right? Heh, is a ring that leaves a mark on your ring finger so easily knocked off? It must usually be tightly fitted; it probably wasn't very easy for you to take off, was it?"

These words left the girl completely stunned.

Even the girl at the bar was taken aback; she frowned and began to seriously consider what Zheng Qian had said.

It seemed to make a lot of sense?

The man frowned but still spoke up, "You're not her lover?"

Zheng Qian said indifferently, "Watch your language. I've known her for less than a minute. Also, don't beat women like this; it makes you look classless. You should be like a gentleman. Even if she made a mistake, you should use a different way to punish her."

"Are you teaching me how to do things? Saying I'm not a gentleman? Haha, my clothes..."

"A proper gentleman isn't defined by the clothes you wear or the watch you sport, but rather..."

Just then.

Someone seemed to have overheard Zheng Qian's remarks.

In a corner on the other side, he pushed up his tortoiseshell glasses, his pupils contracted sharply, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He nodded slightly to the person beside him.

The man in black understood, and strode toward where Zheng Qian was.