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n513 Zhang Wei making a scene?

nMurong Jinxiang’s initial encounter with the monks left her thoroughly bewildered.

nThey had appeared unannounced at her doorstep, presenting a curiously odd bowl brimming with a shimmering liquid and requesting that she dip her hand into it.

nThis wasn’t a solitary event; they had been canvassing the neighborhood, diligently testing every household for several days.

nDriven by curiosity, she submerged her hand into the mysterious liquid, which erupted into a radiant white glow, leaving her utterly astonished.

nFrom that moment, these persistent bald monks became a constant annoyance in her life, harassing her to undertake a journey to Xing Cheng and visit the Shaolin Monastery.

nTheir insistence grew more unsettling when they mentioned that the Abbot himself wished to meet her personally, intensifying her suspicions and deepening her reluctance.

nIn truth, the entire ordeal was surreal.

nThe bald monks’ solemn chants of “Reverend Sister” echoed oddly in her ears.

nHad they presented themselves in a slightly more conventional manner, perhaps she might have been more inclined to heed their peculiar request.

n“…”

nAfter listening to her animated rant about the monks and her refusal to follow them simply because they addressed her as “Reverend Sister,” Zhang Wei found himself utterly speechless.

n“Huh? What’s wrong, is there something on my face?” Murong Jinxiang’s eyes twinkled, her cheeks flush with a beautiful rosy tint as she caught him staring, even while she recounted her experience.

nZhang Wei deliberately nodded with exaggerated slowness. “Yes.” He reached out, his hand moving toward her intrigued face, and—

nPinch!

n“—”

nMurong Jinxiang was struck silent, fixing him with a deadpan stare. “So funny, isn’t it?” she retorted, her tone laced with annoyance yet melodious to the ears.

nZhang Wei’s response was teasing, “More than you,” as he casually pulled a cigarette and lighter from his pocket, igniting Murong Jinxiang’s frown into a deeper crease.

n“Smoking is not allowed here,” Murong Jinxiang said, her discomfort apparent as she watched him place the cigarette between his lips.

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nZhang Wei offered a sly smile. “I need something for taste.”

n“Then eat food,” Murong Jinxiang retorted sharply.

n“My food is there; do you want me to go ahead and eat it?” Zhang Wei teased, his tone playful.

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nMurong Jinxiang fell silent, speechless.

nShe glanced over her shoulder, following his pointed finger, but when she spun back around in bewilderment, she found him pointing at her rosy lips and gently touching them.

nA flush of embarrassment mixed with annoyance colored her face. “Don’t mess around,” she snapped, slapping his hand away.

n“Haha…” Zhang Wei chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye.

nHe pondered whether he possessed a natural talent for provoking their kind.

nMurong Jinxiang had already lost her appetite, yet the only way to feign indifference towards Zhang Wei was to pretend to eat.

nSince he stubbornly clung to her left hand, she resorted to using her right.

n“Mm?”

nAt that moment, Zhang Wei finally released her hand, surprising her and drawing a relieved sigh as she turned to him with a look of quiet gratitude.

nBut her moment of relief was abruptly shattered.

nScreech.

nIn an instant, Zhang Wei seized her waist with a firm grip, encircling his arm around her and pulling both her and her stool closer to him.

n“…”

nMurong Jinxiang’s face darkened, her anger simmering just beneath the surface.

nZhang Wei grinned mischievously at her, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Oh, I forgot this,” he chuckled, nodding towards the plate of spaghetti that now seemed to be left alone on the table, without any owner.

nWith a swift movement, he grabbed the plate and placed it squarely in front of her, as if reinstating its owner’s claim.

n“Xiaowei, please, let me go,” Murong Jinxiang whispered with deliberate softness, her voice tinged with a hint of desperate urgency.

nShe twisted her waist gently, trying to slip from his grasp without causing a scene, her movements cautious and hushed to avoid drawing any unwarranted attention.

nZhang Wei, however, appeared utterly unbothered by her discomfort. His grip remained firm, his voice low and slightly teasing as he leaned in closer

n“Women shouldn’t be wandering alone at night. Where do you think you’re going? Let me be your escort—for your safety,” he suggested, his tone laced with a protective edge that bordered on possessiveness.

nAs he spoke, he squeezed her waist a little too firmly, silently cursing the layers of clothing that denied him closer contact.

n“Ah!?” Murong Jinxiang couldn’t help but let out a surprised gasp.

n“!!”

nHer hand flew to her mouth, muffling the sound abruptly.

nShe froze, her eyes darting around in panic before a sigh of relief escaped her as she realized they remained unnoticed.

nHer complexion, which had drained to a ghostly pale, flushed back to life as she ceased her struggles and leaned in closer to Zhang Wei, her voice soft and pleading.

n“Wei, I’ve told you, there’s nothing between us. It can’t happen,” she murmured, her eyes moist with unshed tears as she gazed into his, begging for understanding.

nInside, Murong Jinxiang’s mind raced. ‘Is he high?’ she wondered nervously.

nThe girl who had arrived with him was clearly intoxicated, and it was possible Zhang Wei was too, though it was hard to tell through his usual stoic demeanor.

n‘If I push him away too harshly, he might make a scene. Better to handle him with care,’ she reasoned silently. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

n“Listen, Wei,” Murong Jinxiang continued, her voice a careful blend of firmness and soothing tones, crafted to calm the brewing storm without inflaming it further. “Let’s not cause a scene tonight. I promise to join you for a drink another time, okay?”

nZhang Wei’s face darkened, his eyes flickering an unsettling red as his voice escalated.

n“You think I’m making a scene?” he demanded, his tone growing louder, filling with a mix of hurt and anger.

n“!!”

nMurong Jinxiang flinched visibly, her lips pressing tightly together in a subtle display of fear. “N-No—”

nBang!

nZhang Wei’s hand slammed down on the table, making a sharp, resonant sound that cracked through the ambient noise.

n“Jinxi, I asked you something!” he spoke louder, his expression intense.

n“!”

nMurong Jinxiang frowned as he gripped her hand tighter, causing a painful noise to escape her lips.

nShe turned to find the eyes of everyone in the vicinity on them, a mix of confusion and surprise etched on their faces.

nWith a sigh of frustration, she stood, her expression steeling with resolve. “Xiaohan, if this customer faints, please escort him somewhere safe,” she directed firmly.

n“Y-Yes, madam!” Xiaohan, the second waitress who had arrived earlier, responded nervously.

nHer eyes darted between Zhang Wei and Murong Jinxiang, sensing the tension and uncertainty of the situation.

nMurong Jinxiang then turned to leave, her posture rigid with suppressed emotion, prompting Zhang Wei to raise an eyebrow in surprise.

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