One of the fat and big-eared men saw Qi Yu and greeted him excitedly, "Hey, Qi Shao, are you here to join the fun today? Have a good time! Look at this face..."

Jiang Ying was touched on the face by him, and tears streamed down her face. She stubbornly said, "Let go of me, don't touch me..."

I turned my head and glanced at Qi Yu. His face had turned icy cold, and he looked at those men as if they were lifeless objects.

Someone noticed his expression and astutely asked, "If you like her, Qi Shao, would you like this girl...?"

Qi Yu looked at him coldly, then forcefully grabbed my hand and, with a twisted smile, said to him, "My fiancée is right here. If you speak nonsense again, I'll shut your mouth."

Jiang Ying looked at me, her eyes filled with unwillingness and resentment. She bit her lip tightly, and tears fell from her eyes like pearls, making people feel heartbroken.

At this moment, those men became even more unscrupulous, with more vulgar and obscene language coming out of their mouths.

He pulled Jiang Ying and said, "Follow me. Isn't it more comfortable than serving dishes here? Don't be ungrateful. So many people want to climb into my bed, but they don't have the chance. You, you filthy bitch, don't want to?"

Jiang Ying raised her head, staring fiercely at Qi Yu, and stubbornly said, "I just don't want to. I know the person I love will come back. Except for him, no one else can have me. If you dare to touch me, I'll die."

As Jiang Ying finished speaking, Qi Yu suddenly tightened his grip on my wrist, exerting a force that felt as if he wanted to crush my bones.

I furrowed my brows and tried to pull my hand away, but he held on tighter, and his aura became increasingly intense.

He was in pain, in anger, and he wanted to kill the man in front of him.

All of this was because of Jiang Ying.

Upon hearing Jiang Ying's words, that man became furious and raised his hand for a slap, saying, "You damn serving girl, you've gone too far. Today, I'll teach you a lesson in how to behave!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Jiang Ying and attempted to leave.

At this moment, Qi Yu finally let go of my hand. He couldn't hold back any longer.

He stepped forward and kicked the man to the ground, then grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it down fiercely.

His eyes were filled with a murderous rage as he cursed, "Did I give you face? How dare you lay a hand on someone related to Qi Yu?"

Jiang Ying hugged his waist and cried, "Qi Yu, stop it, please stop."

Qi Yu stopped his actions, turned to look at her with bloodshot eyes, and said, "Do you think I'm dead? I'm right here in front of you. Can't you ask me for help?"

Jiang Ying held his hand and choked, "Who am I to you? What right do I have to ask you for help?"

Their words seemed like a quarrel but more like a lovers' spat in the midst of a passionate relationship.

Qi Yu held her tightly in his arms, not allowing anyone to approach.

That day, Qi Yu didn't even cast a glance at me. In front of everyone, he took Jiang Ying and left.

Leaving me behind, facing the wreckage in silence, I smiled.

I laughed at myself for being a fool, at Qi Yu for being a selfish ghost, a coward.