After the Beautiful Young Master's Arranged Marriage, He Was Targeted by His Ex-Boyfriend - Chapter 2

The washroom door creaked open, and the boisterous private room instantly fell silent. One by one, the younger generation turned their heads toward the sound, simultaneously putting down the cards they hadn’t finished playing and shedding their previous, lackadaisical demeanor.

The man was dressed in a crisp, sharp suit. His facial features were stunning and peerless, his deep-set profile appearing somewhat cold and indifferent under the dim lighting. An enduring air of aloofness lingered around him.

Chi Mingzhou wore a faint smile, his eyes cool and indifferent as he looked at the crowd not far away.

The moment he appeared, the relaxed atmosphere in the room turned heavy and oppressive.

Chi Chen was the first to regain his composure; he curled the corner of his lips and hurriedly stood up to liven the mood. He walked toward Chi Mingzhou with a grin, gesturing for him to sit. “Little Uncle, I haven’t seen you for a while. We were just talking about you; I thought you had already gone home.”

Chi Mingzhou followed him over, glanced at Chi Chen’s fair-weather friends sitting on the opposite sofa, and said half-jokingly, “I felt like my presence here was making you all tense. There’s a generation gap, after all. The moment I stood here, everyone went quiet.”

At these words, the expressions of those present shifted instantly.

If one counted by seniority, they were all juniors to Chi Mingzhou. Although Chi Mingzhou was only in his early thirties and looked young—hardly older than them—the achievements he had attained were worlds apart from their own.

Chi Mingzhou had carved out his own path abroad, possessing a ruthless and decisive style. Upon returning to the country, he was highly regarded by the head of the Chi family, who directly handed him the position of Chairman of the Group. The Chi family was destined to reach even greater heights, and Chi Mingzhou was rightfully entitled to be addressed as “Little Uncle” by everyone.

While Chi Mingzhou appeared easygoing, he was, in reality, unpredictable.

Looking across Ning City today, who didn’t want to take this opportunity to curry favor with the Chi family? They were all terrified that a slip of the tongue would cause offense.

Chi Mingzhou took in the expressions of everyone present. He raised a hand to touch his chin and brought up the subject, feigning nonchalance: “Just now, what were you all talking about?”

Someone gathered their wits and spoke up, eager to please, “It was about the Feng family wanting to arrange a marriage—they sent their son over to A-Chen. By the way, A-Chen, where is your little fiancée?”

Chi Chen’s eyelids twitched in fright at these words. He hurriedly turned his head to glare at the man, his tone laced with displeasure. “Nothing is set in stone yet. Did anyone in the Chi family agree to their shameless request? He’s just a plaything. If you speak nonsense again and cause others to misunderstand, I won’t let you off!”

The man shrank his neck, not daring to utter another word.

Everyone’s attention was fixed on Chi Mingzhou, and no one noticed the rustling sound coming from the direction of the washroom.

Feng Mian struggled to hold onto the vanity to stand up. Both of his legs were trembling, his waist felt sore and weak, and his entire lower body seemed to have lost all sensation.

He looked up at his reflection in the mirror.

The young man in the mirror had delicate features and a refined face, but his stunning appearance was now in a state of utter disarray. His hair was messy, the corners of his eyes were flushed red, and his lips were swollen. As soon as he stepped out, any veteran of the dating scene would see at a glance exactly what had just happened.

He splashed water on his face over and over again, and only after a long while did the remnants of lust fade somewhat from his face.

Feng Mian struggled to pull his trousers back on; every movement sent a tearing pain through him. He stood there, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

Outside, the others were laughing and chatting, while he was the only one hiding in the washroom, in a state of total misery.

Feng Mian’s eyes felt hot and sore. He sniffed, suppressing the rising tide of tears.

He muttered in a hoarse, quiet voice, filled with grievance: “Chi Mingzhou…”

The room remained lively for a long time before Feng Mian, having finally composed himself, emerged from the washroom. Everyone’s attention was still focused on Chi Mingzhou, and no one noticed his figure.

Chi Mingzhou sat there with a refined and proper air, and no one could have guessed what he had just done. However, Feng Mian, who emerged after him, was unsteady on his feet; his clothes were wrinkled and his complexion was as pale as a sheet, looking as if he had been tormented to the point of losing half his life.

The dark-colored trousers concealed the traces of his ordeal, and the strange scent became less noticeable amidst the mingled smell of smoke and alcohol in the room.

Feng Mian stood there like an invisible person, unnoticed by anyone.

He watched them from a distance, not daring to approach. The shameful pain in a certain area made it nearly impossible for him to stand. He bowed his head slightly, his nails digging deep into the flesh of his palms. Just as he turned around and intended to slip away quietly, the man’s low voice suddenly resonated from not far behind him.

“A-Chen, is that your little fiancée?”

“Introduce him to your Little Uncle, shall we?”