"Your mouth stinks so bad, you must eat from the toilet every day. I'll feed you myself. Eat, eat more."
The man's face was buried in the toilet, and all sorts of miserable wails came from his mouth.
Jiang Nanfang's scalp tingled, and she finally turned and walked out first.
Unexpectedly, as the door opened, two rows of uniformed security guards and a young, handsome man stood at the entrance of the restroom.
"Ah Jue?" Seeing the door open, the man peered inside with a serious expression.
A flushing sound was heard, and soon, Zhan Beijue, wiping his hands with a wet wipe, paced to the doorway.
Lu Qingxu's face turned pale with fright. "Why did you personally take action? You should have called me the first moment something happened."
Zhan Beijue threw the used wet wipe into his hand. "Raise the threshold for consumption. Don't let any trash, any cat or dog, in here anymore. The first time we have this, it ruins my appetite."
"Yes, yes, yes, starting tomorrow, I'll do as you say..."
"Throw him out. Remember his face, and don't let me see him in Nancheng again."
With a rustle, all the security guards rushed inside.
As the boss, Lu Qingxu turned and apologized to Jiang Nanfang. "I'm sorry, miss. I'm the bar owner, and I've alarmed you. All consumption tonight is on the house. I hope it hasn't ruined your good mood."
The man, with his head covered, was dragged out the back door like a dead pig. Jiang Nanfang frowned with a sense of nausea. "It's fine."
"May I ask which table you are at? I'll instruct the server to comp your bill."
She couldn't remember her table number and didn't care about the cost of drinks. She gave Lu Qingxu a smile. "No need to comp it. You go and be busy. I have something to say to Mr. Zhan."
When she came over earlier, she specifically looked. The woman Zhan Beijue brought was still sitting at the bar counter. How could another beauty suddenly appear?
Moreover, coming out of the men's restroom with Zhan Beijue, and Zhan Beijue personally beating someone... this scene, for any man, was hard not to make assumptions.
"Understood. You two chat first, I'll leave. Ah Jue, if you need anything, remember to call me immediately. Your hands aren't for throwing trash, don't get them dirty."
To ease the awkwardness, Lu Qingxu made a small joke and then quickly left.
Zhan Beijue didn't want to stay in such a trashy place for another second. He turned around arrogantly, lifted his long legs, and headed straight for the back door.
Jiang Nanfang followed him. "I have something to say to you. Where are you going?"
Zhan Beijue was full of anger. "Are we close? What do I have to say to you?"
"...I just returned from the Northwest project."
"So what? Haven't drunk, danced, or hooked up with men for too long, and you're desperate? Want to try any trash?"
"??"
How could this scoundrel speak so offensively?
They walked quickly and arrived at the back door in an instant.
Seeing Zhan Beijue approaching, the security guard quickly opened the large door.
The two went out one after the other, and the cool night breeze blew, finally allowing them to breathe fresh air. Zhan Beijue felt much better.
Seeing him standing in the streetlight in his white shirt, his tall figure, his eyes slightly closed, tilting his head to breathe the fresh air, his handsome profile almost identical to her son's, Jiang Nanfang's drunkenness cleared significantly.
The longing for her child suddenly surged back with madness.
"I haven't seen my child in over a month. Zhan Beijue, give me back my child."