A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

Jiang Chu was looking down as she flipped through the menu.

The menu here is exquisitely made, with a thick leather cover, and the dishes are described in both Chinese and English, accompanied by beautiful photographs of the actual food.

"...Miss Jiang."

Old Liang whispered a suggestion, gesturing for her to look behind her.

Jiang Chu turned her head slightly and saw a young man in a dark casual suit walking towards her slowly, holding a drink.

She had seen Xie Qingyang before and thought that everyone could just eat their own food, but she didn't expect trouble to still arise.

The man's route bypassed all the other tables in the restaurant, his destination was extremely clear.

Jiang Chu did not recognize him.

But she recognized that look.

...It's a bit like Lin Yuwei's maliciously excited look whenever she's picking a fight.

She put down the menu, sat up straight without making a sound, adjusted her chair, and sent a message to call the bodyguards downstairs.

Old Liang also changed his sitting posture.

He is a retired professional rally driver, and the reaction speed and sense of danger honed on the track have not faded with the passage of time.

Qiao Yi walked to Jiang Chu's table.

A deep look of amazement flashed in his eyes. He stared at her for a few seconds before putting on what he thought was a charming smile and speaking in a flippant tone.

"Miss, are you eating alone?"

As he spoke, he raised the hand holding the hot drink.

Just as the angle of that hand began to shift—

"Bang!"

With a speed so fast it was almost imperceptible, Lao Liang suddenly stood up and shoved Qiao Yi's arm away.

At the same time, Jiang Chu darted to the seat on his left.

The scalding hot drink arced through the air, spilling most of the liquid onto the table and chair, with only a tiny amount splashing onto the edge of her sleeve.

In the restaurant, the eyes of several tables of guests immediately turned to this.

Jiang Chu looked down at the small wet patch on her cuff, then at the large patch of dark liquid on the carpet, and at the edge of the liquid where a thin ring of hot air was rapidly evaporating.

Her breathing gradually calmed down.

"Holy shit!"

Qiao Yi was an ordinary young master, not very strong. When Lao Liang shoved him hard, he stumbled back several steps and crashed into the table behind him, almost falling over.

The fake smile on his face had completely crumbled, and he was now staring at Lao Liang with a livid face, his eyes flashing with a fierce light of anger and embarrassment.

"What the hell are you doing—"

"This stuff," Jiang Chu interrupted him, "is it hot? Are you trying to splash it on my face?"

Qiao Yi straightened up, gave a wry smile, and said, "I didn't hold it properly."

Jiang Chu was absolutely furious.

Wherever this stuff lands, as long as it's on exposed skin, the consequences are terrifying.

Regardless of the other party's reason—

Is she trying to please Xie Qingyang, or does she simply dislike him?

...Do I really have to let these idiots provoke me?

Going a step further, will it turn into the original story, where they directly kill him?

Jiang Chu: "Excuse me, what are you trying to do, coming all this way with a cup of scalding hot, inedible stuff? Are you trying to offer me a toast? Can you even drink that?"

Qiao Yi rolled his eyes. "I wanted to treat you to a drink, but who knew this guy wouldn't appreciate it!"

He pointed at Lao Liang.

Old Liang looked at him expressionlessly.

Jiang Chu sneered, "Inviting me to drink? You could have just had the waiter bring it over. Bringing it here like this, who knows if you've spat in it or drugged it? Who would dare drink it?"

"Damn it," Qiao Yi said, his anger rising at her words, "you bitch, don't push your luck—"

Jiang Chu picked up the heavy glass jug filled with ice water from the table.

She swung her arm and smashed it down squarely on Qiao Yi's head.

boom!

The bottom of the pot slammed into Qiao Yi's forehead with a dull thud that made one's teeth ache.

Qiao Yi's head suddenly tilted to the side, and a gash instantly appeared on his head.

Blood gushed out from his brow bone, mixing with the icy water and flowing down, staining his expensive suit a shocking deep red.

The restaurant fell silent.

Qiao Yi clutched his head, staggered a couple of steps, and nearly fell.

He raised his hand and saw the bright red bloodstain on his palm. In an instant, his anger and shame completely turned into madness.

"you!"

He roared, his eyes bloodshot, and raised his foot to rush towards Jiang Chu.

However, before he could take a step, a large hand suddenly reached out from the side, gripped his shoulder tightly, and pinned him firmly to the spot.

Qiao Yi suddenly turned his head and saw a strong, expressionless stranger.

Several other people approached from all directions, quietly forming a circle around each other.

"Let me go! Do you even know who I am?!"

Qiao Yi was held down tightly and unable to struggle, so he began to hysterically curse, one swear word after another, his foul language like a flood that had been released.

Jiang Chu secretly started recording.

Qiao Yi cursed her from head to toe, the insults becoming increasingly vile and unrestrained, until finally he even yelled at the top of his lungs:

"You filthy bitch! You just wait! I'll kill you! Do you know how many people I know?! You fucking kept slut, you dare to stand in front of me—"

Jiang Chu looked at the bodyguard and said, "Beat him up."

The bodyguard glanced down at her, then looked away, raised his other hand, clenched it into a fist, and aimed it at Qiao Yi's abdomen, slamming it in solidly.

"puff!"

Qiao Yi's howling stopped abruptly, and he instantly curled up like a shrimp.

His stomach churned violently, and he vomited up everything he had eaten that day, splattering filthy liquid all over the floor, looking utterly pathetic.

He could no longer utter a single curse; he could only clutch his stomach, gasping for breath, his face a mixture of pale and ashen.

Over at the booth, Xie Qingyang and her group of friends had all stood up the moment the first muffled thud sounded.

Some people were so startled that they slammed their wine glasses on the table, covered their mouths, and stared in disbelief.

They originally thought Qiao Yi was just going to flirt with them, but they never expected things to turn out this way.

Some people took two steps back, while others started secretly reaching for their phones.

Xie Qingyang's face turned ashen.

She had already guessed that Qiao Yi probably wanted to vent his anger for Lin Yuwei.

But seeing Qiao Yi's extremely disheveled state and Jiang Chu's appearance, Xie Qingyang also felt a lump in his throat.

"stop!"

Xie Qingyang's face darkened, and he stepped forward, his voice carrying an undeniable force, "Let him go!"

Jiang Chu didn't turn around and ignored her completely.

Qiao Yi recovered a little and started muttering profanities again. Although his voice was much weaker, his reckless and suicidal attitude remained undiminished.

"...I'm going to kill you...you fucking wait..."

"Hit again."

Jiang Chu spoke calmly.

The bodyguard raised his hand.

The punch landed squarely on Qiao Yi's mouth.

A crisp, chilling sound.

Qiao Yi let out a scream, spitting out a mouthful of blood and two white teeth with blood roots, which clattered to the ground.

Xie Qingyang's face was extremely ugly.

How dare Jiang Chu ignore him like this?!

She turned to her two bodyguards and said, "Go and take control of those people over there."

The two people, who had been sitting at a distance, had approached when the chaos began, and looked at each other in bewilderment upon hearing this.

The Xie family's bodyguards are all top-notch experts who have undergone rigorous selection.

Xie Qingyang was very confident that the people Jiang Chu brought were no match for his bodyguards.

However, the two bodyguards exchanged a glance but neither moved.

Xie Qingyang frowned. "What's wrong?"

One of the bodyguards lowered his head. "The current situation does not threaten Miss's safety. Our duty is to protect Miss; this matter is outside our scope of responsibility."

Xie Qingyang stared at them for several seconds.

She opened her mouth, intending to threaten to fire them, but quickly realized that she wasn't the one paying their wages.

And it doesn't seem like Assistant Zhang has been bribed by her.

"..."

Xie Qingyang gritted his teeth and walked directly towards Jiang Chu.

Qiao Yi, who had been pampered since childhood and had been beaten like this before, was now unable to speak and could only wail in pain.

The club restaurant staff remained quiet, seemingly oblivious to what was happening, and no security personnel appeared.

"Jiang Chu, that's enough. Give me some face and tell them to stop."

Jiang Chu turned her head to the side.

She slowly sized up Xie Qingyang for a few seconds, then said, "No."

Xie Qingyang was taken aback. "Jiang Chu, stop making trouble. Let me tell you, this club is owned by my father. How dare you cause trouble on Xie family territory—"

"So what?"

Jiang Chu was also furious.

She raised her voice, "Miss Xie, aren't you an adult? I thought only little kids would call me 'Dad' and 'Mom.' If you're still breastfeeding, then let your father talk to me."

The entire room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.