Chapter 116: Burning with Fury, the Wife-Protecting Mad Demon

The revolving restaurant is called a revolving restaurant because everyone here turns like a waterwheel's axle, and everyone is busy.

The revolving restaurant atop the CCTV Building is like a brilliant pearl set on Earth.

Although this height offers tourists a 360-degree, unobstructed view, Yu An, the director who boasts of being extremely busy, obviously has no interest in the scenery.

He didn't even spare a glance at the beautiful woman standing beside him.

He treated the expensive caviar as ink, drawing dollar signs on a baguette, then instead of eating it, he picked it up to feed the pet dog crouching nearby.

He himself shoved the last piece of goose liver coated in black truffle into his mouth.

The beautiful woman standing beside him was Tang Jing, who performed 'Dream Returning to a Thousand Years' together with Chu Lingxi. Although she wasn't the lead dancer, learning that the dance program had been canceled, she felt a great disappointment.

She held a document.

She stood beside him, voice humble, pleading with Yu An: 'Director Yu, I know you're busy, could you spare some time to look at the dance background material? Our dance, whether in cultural depth or expressive level, has reached a certain height. To practice this dance, our whole team has worked hard for about half a year...'

'Since you know I'm busy, why are you still standing here?'

Yu An conducted himself like an elegant gentleman; after finishing the goose liver, he lifted the glass of Bordeaux red wine and enjoyed a smooth life.

'Damn it, eating a piece of goose liver took over an hour.'

'And this counts as having no time?'

Tang Jing suppressed her emotions and continued to plead: 'Director Yu, I don't want to disturb your meal, could you spare just two minutes, even just a glance?'

'You look pretty clever, so why are you so clueless?'

Yu An's eyeballs moved like an agile scanner; with a casual glance, he scanned Tang Jing from head to toe—no wonder she's a dancer, her figure is still quite good.

With food and drink satisfied, thoughts turn to that.

Yu An meaningfully reminded Tang Jing: 'You want me to look at the background material, but I don't have that time now. It's not that I don't want to learn about your dance; you need to pick the right time and place. For this, you should wait until I return to the hotel, then come find me there for an in-depth discussion—my time will be more flexible then.'

'Go... go to the hotel? This...'

Just as Tang Jing felt embarrassed, at a loss for how to deal with this old lecher...

Chu Lingxi and Lin Dongfan walked over.

Seeing the two, Tang Jing felt as if she had seen a savior; secretly delighted yet a bit surprised, she said: 'Lingxi, Brother Fan, how did you come?'

'Same as you.'

This time Chu Lingxi was sharp; seeing the dance material Tang Jing held, so familiar, she realized Tang Jing had come here to ask for help.

Chu Lingxi got straight to the point, asking Yu An: 'Director Yu, the rehearsal was fine today—why say it's canceled just like that? Is there something wrong with our dance?'

Yu An glanced at Chu Lingxi's figure, then quickly shifted his gaze to Lin Dongfan.

He asked Chu Lingxi: 'Who is this person?'

'He's my husband,' Chu Lingxi said.

Lin Dongfan politely extended his right hand: 'Hello, Director Yu, I'm Lin Dongfan.' He merely wanted to shake hands politely, but Yu An ignored him.

Yu An bent over and picked up the pet dog crouching nearby.

Held in his arms.

Holding the dog's treat, he teased: 'Oh dear, little cutie, why are you so clueless? If you want to eat caviar, you have to learn to lick.'

This arrogant scene made Lin Dongfan's face flush with slight anger.

'Mocking, 'Am I not even as good as a dog?'''

'Implying, 'My wife should learn to lick you?'''

In a flash, Lin Dongfan almost swung his fist, but worried that this punch would shatter his wife Chu Lingxi's dream—after all, performing on the Spring Festival Gala was her deepest wish.

Just as Lin Dongfan was suppressing his anger...

Chu Lingxi pressed on: 'Director Yu, could you give us a reason? If our dance has any shortcomings, please tell us plainly so we can improve.'

Yu An replied leisurely: 'Putting it nicely, the program schedule ran overtime, so we need to cut an act. Putting it bluntly, your dance isn't up to par—go practice a few more years and come back.'

'But you didn't say that before,' Chu Lingxi said, eyes welling with tears: 'The day we arrived in Jingcheng for the dress rehearsal, you said our program was excellent and fit perfectly with this year's Spring Festival Gala theme.'

'Did I say that? Arguing nonsense is useless, please leave.' Yu An chuckled while teasing the pet dog in his arms, not even looking at people.

Chu Lingxi still unwilling: 'We've put in so much effort, and now you dismiss it with a single sentence—we at least deserve a reason.'

'Reason? What reason? The reason is your program isn't impressive enough.' Yu An gave Chu Lingxi a sideways glance, then continued teasing the dog: 'These days, even cats and dogs want fame. You don't understand things; even if I teach you, you won't follow. You don't know any rules—you deserve to be messed with.'

'Director Yu, what do you mean? I don't understand.' Chu Lingxi asked directly: 'Is it that our program isn't impressive enough, or is someone pulling strings behind the scenes...'

'Don't say it.'

Before Chu Lingxi could finish, Lin Dongfan hastily pulled her back to his side.

For things Chu Lingxi couldn't understand, Lin Dongfan already saw clearly—this was definitely someone meddling behind the scenes, but whether the program could make it to the Spring Festival Gala ultimately rested in Yu An's hands.

This Yu An is just an old lecher, constantly hinting that Chu Lingxi should be sensible.

And being sensible means sleeping with him.

This is obviously not up for negotiation.

Damn it!

You don't even bother to take a piss and look at your own ugly face—dogs are more handsome than you! Acting all high and mighty is bad enough, but you actually want to defile my Lin Dongfan's wife!

Lin Dongfan gripped Chu Lingxi's hand tightly, struggling to contain his emotions; if he couldn't hold back, he'd just retort: 'Has your professional integrity been eaten by a dog? You're doing things so petty!'

'What the hell are you?! Dare to judge me here!'

Yu An finally lost interest in teasing the dog, his eyes staring at Lin Dongfan, each word like a needle.

Lin Dongfan bluntly raised a middle finger: 'Trash! I was just commenting on a dog that eats caviar—why are you getting worked up? Did I name you or mention your surname? Or are you saying you're just a mongrel dog?'

'Grass mud horse crossing the Gobi!'

Yu An slapped the table with a palm and rose angrily.

He pointed at Lin Dongfan's nose and shouted: 'Who are you calling a mongrel dog? If you've got the guts, say it again!'

Lin Dongfan smiled faintly, this time not responding verbally, but gesturing with his fingers and speaking lip-read: 'I just insulted you, you idiot—come over if you dare, come hit me.'

"Damn!"

Yu An grabbed the plate on the table and flung it at Lin Dongfan's face; the spinning plate traced a cream-colored arc in the air, and Yu An's ferocious expression was as black as caviar.

Lin Dongfan tugged Chu Lingxi aside, and the plate fell to the floor.

"Smack!"

The plate, smashed to pieces, instantly drew everyone's gaze.

Lin Dongfan kicked the chair at Yu An; it flew like a runaway car, and all that was heard was a muffled "Oh—" as Yu An grabbed his crotch and stumbled back two steps.

The chair back was just the right height, smacking him squarely in the groin.

I wonder if the eggs broke.

Anyway, Yu An's face had turned as dark as pig liver from holding it in, and his legs were squeezed into a painful X shape.

He covered his crotch with one hand and pointed at Lin Dongfan and the others, bellowing: "You'll never make it onto the Spring Festival Gala again in your lifetime—I said it!"

"If we don't get on, who cares!"

With the Spring Festival Gala prospect utterly dead, Chu Lingxi gave up, hooked her arm around Lin Dongfan's, and turned to leave.

Tang Jing trailed behind, glum and bewildered, wondering which deity she had offended.

In a corner of the revolving restaurant, the broadcasting leader Xie Yunxin, who was dining, was also disturbed by the clamor; when she raised her head and saw Lin Dongfan's appearance, she couldn't help but think: "This isn't……"

"He looks so familiar."

Xie Yunxin hastily called her husband Lin Zhenhua: "Zhenhua, do you have any photos of our Dongfan? Send them over so I can take a look—I think I just saw him."