Volume 1, Chapter 48: He Has a Girlfriend

"No chance, he has a girlfriend."

Seeing the few short words on the screen, Lu Miao raised her head in confusion.

The man had already left the room, and Lu Miao only caught a glimpse of his profound back. In the blink of an eye, the door was pulled shut.

"Ding ding ding!"

Her phone vibrated continuously, pulling Lu Miao's thoughts back.

"Ahhh! Your uncle has a girlfriend? When did this happen?"

"Didn't you tell me he was single just a few days ago? How much time has passed? So fast?!"

"I even spent ten thousand yuan just now to hire a psychic to do a divination for me. The master said there is a major trial between him and me, and once we overcome this trial, we can smoothly be together. He asked me to pay another 99,999 yuan, and I was hesitating, which is why I'm frantically tagging you!"

"Wuwuwu, after all, we missed our chance..."

Xu Jin started flooding the screen again, crying about how her unrequited love had ended before it even began.

Lu Miao sighed.

She had always felt that Xu Jin had the destiny of a formidable heroine and would never waste her emotional energy on men, yet she had stumbled over Fu Shiyue.

That night, Lu Miao accompanied Xu Jin in chat until late.

Unsurprisingly, the next day, Lu Miao lingered in bed, unwilling to go to school, and was forcibly dug out of the covers by Fu Shiyue.

Lu Miao was still dozing off in the car. Before the engine started, she even plugged her own seatbelt into Fu Shiyue's buckle.

Seeing the full fatigue on her face, Fu Shiyue asked gently, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Lu Miao lifted her heavy eyelids, gave him a bland, blank look, and said, "Isn't this all your fault?"

Fu Shiyue let out a low chuckle. "Were you overthinking things?"

Lu Miao lifted her eyelids in confusion to look at him.

She saw him slowly move his lips to say, "Since we've agreed on it, nominally, you are my girlfriend."

The confusion in Lu Miao's eyes turned into astonishment.

He rubbed the top of her head.

Bearing his stiff, heavy hand, Lu Miao felt utterly baffled.

When on earth had she been overthinking because of this?

...

In the evening, Lu Miao was invited to the bar again to play the drums.

This time she didn't wear heavy, flashy makeup, nor did she wear bizarre clothes. She just wore the short sweatshirt and retro jeans from earlier in the day, simply touching up her makeup in the restroom.

When she went on stage, the people applauding and cheering were noticeably fewer than last time.

But Lu Miao didn't pay attention to that; her gaze was drawn to a single figure.

That person was leaning against the dark corridor at the entrance. His impeccably tailored suit accentuated his deep, sharp facial contours. He wasn't drinking; instead, he held a cigarette between his fingers, its glow dimming and brightening in the gloom.

Why was he here?

Could it be that he came to catch her?

Nervously, Lu Miao gripped her drumsticks tightly, pretending not to see him, and hit every beat in time with the music's rhythm.

As soon as her set finished, Lu Miao hurried off the stage, wanting to slip away quietly through the back door.

Just as she pushed open the back door of the bar, several figures blocked her path.

"Student Lu, where are you thinking of running off to?"

Lu Miao raised her head and spotted Wang Mingcheng, wearing a wretched smirk, amidst a group of hooligans.

"Wang Mingcheng, the mark on your face hasn't even faded yet, and you've brought a gang of people to block me?"

Wang Mingcheng's expression turned abruptly ferocious. "Heh, you bitch dared to hit me, I'll fucking finish you..."

He raised his hand, preparing to slap Lu Miao across the face.

"What kind of man hits a woman!"

At Lu Miao's shout, Wang Mingcheng's hand stopped abruptly. Glancing sideways at Lu Miao, who was ducking to avoid the blow, he sneered, "Fine, then I'll show you what a real man looks like."

Wang Mingcheng grabbed Lu Miao by the collar, causing her heart to skip a beat. "What do you want to do?"

"Didn't get to do you yesterday, we'll continue today." Wang Mingcheng violently shoved Lu Miao against the wall, saying viciously, "Once I've had my way with you, I'll tie you up and make your uncle pay three million yuan to ransom you."

With her back pressed against the wall by Wang Mingcheng, Lu Miao was pinned down and unable to move. Amidst her panicked struggle, her peripheral vision caught sight of a tall figure emerging in the back alley corridor.

Her panicked heart instantly steadied. "My uncle won't give you money."

Wang Mingcheng gave a cold sneer. "We'll see about that after I've dealt with you."

Wang Mingcheng couldn't wait any longer. This cheap bitch Lu Miao really was a slut, always running around seducing people outside. Catching the scent on her, he couldn't control himself anymore.

Swelling uncomfortably, he eagerly unbuckled his belt, laughing with a perverted, excited expression, "If he doesn't pay up, I'll lock you in the basement and have my way with you every single day."

Lu Miao remained exceptionally calm. "If you don't let me go right now, you won't even have a chance to barely survive."

"Ha, still daring to threaten me? Then let me shut that mouth of yours."

Wang Mingcheng grabbed Lu Miao's hair, intending to kiss her alluring lips.

"Bang!"

Wang Mingcheng's nape was suddenly gripped by a large hand, and the next second, his entire body was flung out with fierce force, violently crashing into several municipal garbage bins.

So fast that no one had time to react, Wang Mingcheng lay sprawled like trash amidst a pile of refuse.

Looking at the man standing guard before her, Lu Miao's heart finally settled completely. She glanced down at Wang Mingcheng, who was reeking with stench, and said, "Now that my uncle is here, didn't you want to ask him for three million? Go ahead and ask him directly."

Wang Mingcheng was thrown so hard his vision went black in flashes. Once his sight cleared and he recognized the man who had rescued Lu Miao, he was so frightened he scrambled backward in a hurry.

He crawled to the side of a mafia boss's legs, trembling as he pointed a finger at Fu Shiyue. "Brother Biao, h-he's the one! He beat me up and even threw my entire family into prison. You mustn't let him off tonight!"

The man called Brother Biao was smoking a cigarette, his listless eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty, ruthless glint. He gave his subordinates a look, and they instantly drew long machetes, surrounding Lu Miao and Fu Shiyue.

Brother Biao looked at Fu Shiyue, his raspy voice hoarse and chilling. "Three million for a life. If you both want to live, six million. Otherwise, I'll chop you both to pieces tonight."

Lu Miao's heart skipped a beat as she reached into her pocket for her phone, wanting to call the police.

Her phone was suddenly snatched away. Panicking, she raised her head to meet Fu Shiyue's pitch-black gaze.

Why wouldn't he let her call the police?

With bare hands, they couldn't possibly win against this!

Brother Biao lost his patience. "Damn it, I hate mutes like you the most. Chop off both his hands first."

The street thugs rushed forward with knives.

Fu Shiyue pulled open the back door of the bar and shoved Lu Miao inside.

"Go in, go find your friend."

"She's in 807."