Chapter 368. Saved him again (fourth update)

They partied until midnight before everyone dispersed.

Ji Mingqian and Feng Yi had consumed the majority of several cases of beer and three or four bottles of red wine between them, and when they left, both were slightly tipsy.

Jiang Yisheng held a scarf in her hand and glanced sideways at the person beside her, "Yi, are you alright? Do you need someone to get you a cup of honey water?"

To drink with such gusto, now you know how uncomfortable it feels, don’t you?

Feng Yi shook his head, reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose, and said, "I’m fine."

"Then I’m going back to my room." Jiang Yisheng stopped, fished out her room card from her pocket, and "beeped" it against the door.

She pushed the door open, walked in, and then closed it behind her.

Ji Mingqian watched the closed door, his brow slightly furrowed.

That night they hadn’t exchanged a single word, and Jiang Yisheng was acting quite resolute.

...

The next day, everyone woke up late, except for Jiang Yisheng, who got up early.

She took her violin for a walk and on the way back, she knocked on Feng Yi’s door but got no response, probably still asleep.

After putting away her violin, she went downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast.

She pulled the hood of her sweatshirt over her head and grabbed a plate, selecting her food from the buffet area.

"Good morning," a magnetic voice sounded beside her, with a distinctive intonation.

Jiang Yisheng’s hand, as she reached for the juice, stiffened, and without looking to the side, she replied, "Morning."

She placed the juice on the tray, picked it up, and walked away, her departure nonchalant.

Ji Mingqian watched as she sat down by the window not far away, the smile that had curved the corners of his lips gradually straightening.

The morning sunlight shone through the glass windows, bright and gentle.

With her hat on, Jiang Yisheng bowed her head slightly. Flecks of sunlight fell across her side profile, and one could just make out her faint, watercolor-thin lips.

She ate breakfast absently, her peripheral vision catching the tall figure approaching, making it even harder to concentrate.

Seeing him sit down at a table behind her, Jiang Yisheng pursed her lips, the delicious breakfast suddenly tasting bland as wax.

Ji Mingqian sat with one leg crossed, slowly sipping his coffee.

His deep gaze occasionally swept over the figure in front of him, the chestnut-colored hair obscured by the hat was somehow irritating.

"Yisheng, I really like you, could you give me an autograph?" A timid voice sounded across from her, with a hint of cautiousness.

Jiang Yisheng snapped back to reality and looked up to see a man in a cleaner’s uniform.

The man was dressed in a blue cleaner’s uniform and had a mask on his face.

Jiang Yisheng smiled faintly, accepting the paper and pen he offered.

The man watched as Jiang Yisheng took his pen and paper, a triumphant and vicious glint flickering in the depths of his eyes.

He suddenly reached into the cleaning cart beside him, pulled out a bucket, and lifted the lid.

His hoarse voice lost all its previous timidity, "Jiang Yisheng, you harmer, I’m going to make you pay."

As he spoke, he swung the bucket towards Jiang Yisheng, dousing her with its contents.

The pungent smell of paint spread through the air, and Jiang Yisheng’s breath caught in her throat.

Caught off guard, a hand with distinct knuckles suddenly grabbed her arm, and in the blink of an eye, a tall figure stood in front of her.

"Whoosh—"

Blue paint splashed onto Ji Mingqian’s back, from head to toe.

"Ah—" The other patrons in the restaurant were startled, screaming out loud.

Apart from getting some paint on her clothes, Jiang Yisheng was completely unharmed.

Her delicate green eyes reflected the handsome face of the man stained with paint. Jiang Yisheng’s voice trembled slightly as she spoke, "Mingqian, you..."

"It’s alright." Ji Mingqian released his hand, his deep voice lightening slightly.

"Stand back."

With those words, he turned to face the man who had thrown the paint, his gaze as sharp as a rakshasa emerging from the icy depths of hell.

The man shivered, his lips quivering as he said, "I, I didn’t mean to hurt you, it was you who ran out."

Ji Mingqian took a step forward, the blue paint slowly dripping down.

The man turned to flee, but with a long reach, Ji Mingqian grabbed him by the collar, effortlessly dragging him to the front.

Without asking for any reasons, he clenched his fist and smashed it down.

"Ah—"

With the weight of a hammer, a single punch knocked out two of the man’s teeth.

The surrounding people recognized Ji Mingqian and Jiang Yisheng, and one after another took out their phones to record.

Ji Mingqian didn’t care, his iron fists kept pounding on the man.

"Stop hitting me." The man begged for mercy, his face covered in blood, looking frightful.

Ji Mingqian ignored his pleas for mercy. Seeing the paint on himself, he hit even harder.

What the hell.

Dare to splash paint on me, I won’t be satisfied until I beat you senseless.

"Stop hitting him." Jiang Yisheng, seeing the growing crowd of onlookers, reached out to stop Ji Mingqian.

"What happened here?" At this moment, the hotel’s general manager arrived with security guards and was shocked by the chaotic scene.

Recognizing Ji Mingqian and Jiang Yisheng, the general manager quickly instructed the security guards to detain the bruised man on the floor.

"Mr. Ji, are you alright?" Seeing Ji Mingqian covered in blue paint, the general manager could guess the gist of what happened.

It was no secret that every celebrity had some anti-fans. Incidents involving paint-throwing had been heard of before, even more extreme cases, but he hadn’t expected to witness one today.

Ji Mingqian took the tissue handed to him by Jiang Yisheng and casually wiped the dripping paint from his hair.

"He intentionally hurt someone. Detain him for now; I’ll go change my clothes and then come back to discuss this with you," Ji Mingqian said with a steady voice.

The general manager nodded quickly, "Okay, you and Mr. Jiang go and wash up. We’ll handle this matter here."

For such people to make their way into the hotel and cause this scene, their hotel was also responsible.

Seeing the crowd recording with their phones, the general manager politely requested, "Please stop filming, and kindly delete the videos."

Having finally encountered such an incident, this was big news. Besides, having both Ji Mingqian and Jiang Yisheng present, and with Mingqian having saved Yisheng, every detail was juicy material. Who would easily delete their photos and videos?

Shedding his jacket, Ji Mingqian tossed it into the trash can.

He turned to the crowd and said with a cold voice, "Today’s incident was just an accident. Please delete your videos. Any photo or video that leaks from here today, you’ll bear the consequences."

Hearing this, the crowd looked at each other, some feeling intimidated.

Ji Mingqian was different from other artists; he spoke his mind and had a distinctively independent personality. Everyone remembered a few anti-fans who had done inappropriate things in the past. Later, they had all been personally dealt with by him. This was no secret in the industry.