C9 Bring Her Back!

Qin Manrong snapped open the man's repulsive hand, causing him to yelp in pain. His small eyes narrowed, ready to explode in anger. But then, Manrong suddenly smiled, her already striking face blooming like a peony. The man's anger dissipated, replaced by a goofy grin.

"So, you like playing hard to get, huh? No wonder I picked you. You're a real treat! Come with me, sweetheart. I've got plenty of money. All you need to do is keep me happy, and you'll be rolling in fame and cash. I'll make sure you can count money in bed until your hands are sore!"

Manrong swirled the wine in her glass, a hint of a smirk on her lips as she calmly looked at him. "You have money, huh? How about this: see that window? If you jump out and end up paralyzed, I'll make sure you can count money in bed until your hands are sore, a million dollars a day. How does that sound?"

The man finally realized Manrong was mocking him. His face turned red with rage, and he lashed out, slapping her. "You ungrateful witch! You think you can disrespect me? I'm telling you, today you're coming with me whether you like it or not!"

Manrong sneered, thinking this disgusting pig was not only ugly but also brainless. She wasn't afraid. She grabbed his incoming hand, twisted it, and with a graceful turn, slammed him to the ground with a resounding thud.

The man screamed like a stuck pig, lying on the floor and cursing loudly. "You dare touch me! Do you know who I am? Just wait, I'll make you wish you were never born! Where are my bodyguards?"

Vile words kept spewing from his mouth. Qin Manrong felt disgusted and was about to step forward to shut him up with another kick when suddenly, her vision darkened as a figure stepped in front of her.

Gu Jingming looked down at the middle-aged man, who resembled a bloated pig, with a cold, indifferent tone: "Sir, please apologize to the lady."

Qin Manrong raised an eyebrow. "Lady"?

Was Gu Jingming so uninterested in even pretending to have a connection with her?

A group of burly men in black sunglasses and suits surrounded them.

The middle-aged man, seeing his bodyguards arrive, suddenly felt emboldened. He scrambled to his feet and sneered at Gu Jingming, "Who do you think you are to make me apologize to a woman like her?"

With a shout, he ordered, "Get her for me! I want to have a taste of her today!"

The bodyguards charged forward. Although Qin Manrong knew some self-defense, she was no match for these professional fighters. She quickly found herself overwhelmed, and in the struggle, her dress tore, revealing a glimpse of her pale skin, which made the middle-aged man nearly drool.

Just as she was about to be overpowered, a large, warm hand grabbed her wrist, and a long men's coat with a faint pine scent was draped over her, covering her exposed skin.

Qin Manrong looked up and met the strikingly handsome face of Yan Feibai.

He frowned, exasperated, and complained, "I was only gone for ten minutes, and you managed to stir up this much trouble. Impressive!"