Chapter 186

"I'll lead the way for the young lady." The stiffness on Fan Siyi's face flashed by, and then he still stood in front of He Lele with a full face of smiles.

"No need." He Lele frowned, saying as she intended to bypass him.

"Need to." Fan Siyi's tone was tough. With a long arm, he pulled He Lele into his chest. Seeing her beautiful back exposed, he looked at Producer Shentu Mo with a look that all men understood. "Old classmate's friend, Fan will naturally entertain well."

He Lele looked at the arm around her waist in astonishment, pushed Fan Siyi away suddenly, and the cocktail in her hand rippled, splashing beautifully all over his face and chest—

The hall suddenly quieted down.

Who is this woman?

This woman is finished!

What is her status! So bold?

The Fan family's Crown Prince won't let her go!

Poor woman!

Countless gazes mixed with pity and gloating shot at He Lele like thousands of arrows, as if watching a rabbit that had rushed into a wolf's den.

Fan Siyi, the third generation of the military and political combination, neither joined the army nor entered politics, but insisted on getting involved in the entertainment industry and doing it well. Usually, he was considered a gentleman and had no bad habits, but whenever he met Producer Shentu Mo... According to friends around Fan Siyi, Fan Siyi wished he could eat Producer Shentu Mo but had nowhere to start, so he could only find opportunities to disgust him, for example: as long as it was a partner Producer Shentu Mo brought out, he would trick every one of them into bed!

And Producer Shentu Mo, who had always treated women as nothing—never paid attention. Even if his partner angered the Fan family's boss, he would definitely not save her—

Everyone's eyes blurred, and they held their breath instantly.

What did they see? Producer Shentu Mo grabbed the hand the Fan family's boss was about to swing at that woman?

"Hmph! So you also have a time when you cherish beauty!" Fan Siyi stared at Producer Shentu Mo with hatred. "I have been waiting for this day for a long time. I will definitely repay the humiliation you gave me back then!"

"... What matter?" Producer Shentu Mo was indifferent.

"You, you! Don't play dumb with me!" Shaking off Producer Shentu Mo's hand, Fan Siyi's eyes were full of humiliation.

"Are you talking about the time I slept with your first love girlfriend?" Producer Shentu Mo pulled He Lele back and tidied her slightly messy hair.

Fan Siyi's face turned iron-blue as he glanced at the suddenly enlightened crowd around him, his hatred for Producer Shentu Mo reaching its peak! The only woman he had ever truly loved, the woman he still couldn't forget, the woman he had spent so much effort to pursue, the woman he was preparing to propose to at the graduation dance, was slept with by Producer Shentu Mo on the eve of graduation!

Looking at the pair of beauties in front of him, the unwillingness in Fan Siyi's heart burned like fire. "Hmph... I won't let it go like this. Whoever you want to protect, I will definitely move!"

"You can." Producer Shentu Mo smiled, his handsome face showing no displeasure. "You move her, I move you."

The smile of the God of Death... appeared, appeared! Several Muse directors and executives felt cold as soon as they saw Producer Shentu Mo's smile at this moment, and although the crowd didn't understand the terror behind Producer Shentu Mo's smile, they could all hear the threat in Producer Shentu Mo's words!

Producer Shentu Mo went against the Fan family's boss for a woman!

Everyone blinked in disbelief, and the person among the crowd who couldn't believe the scene in front of him the most was Jiji, who had personally brought He Lele to Producer Shentu Mo!

Producer Shentu... could it be that he also... no, how is that possible!

Just when the whole hall was waiting to watch the fun, the host of the banquet finally came out to invite everyone to take their seats. And when everyone's attention returned to the center of the storm just now, only Producer Shentu Mo was left there, as if everything just now was their illusion.

Jiji held He Lele and walked toward the parking area with big strides, full of impatience.

He Lele frowned, trying hard to pull back the hand that was about to be crushed by him, but Jiji held it tighter and tighter—

"Ah..." He Lele couldn't help but let out a soft cry of pain.

Jiji finally stopped, turned around and stared at her deeply. After a moment, he suddenly stepped forward, hugged her waist, and kissed her lips, gnawing and invading as if venting.

"Mm..." Pain, pain!

Not until he tasted blood in his mouth did Jiji let her go, staring at her red lips that were stained with blood and even more eye-catching and seductive. A strong impulse surged in his heart. "I'll marry you! Give up on Producer Shentu!"

"... You're crazy!" He Lele touched the wound on her lips lightly.

"Even if Producer Shentu is interested in you, he can't marry you! Didn't you say you wanted to find a man who loves you and can accept you to marry? I'll marry you!"

"..." He Lele looked at the excited man in front of her. It was the first time she had been proposed to, and she couldn't deny that she was moved for a moment, but—"You're drunk."

"Do you want me to hold you here to prove whether I'm drunk or not? I'll take you to register tomorrow. From now on, you must forget Producer Shentu!"

The arrogant roar, the domineering command, thundered into He Lele's ears like deafening thunder. Her body, which hadn't fully calmed down, her right hand that had been swollen again by him, and the wound on her forehead that was aching faintly—under layers of stimulation, He Lele's long-suppressed temper finally exploded.

"Who do you think you are? You want to marry, and I should be grateful and marry you? You tell me to forget someone, and I should obediently listen and forget? Besides pain, what else can you give me if I marry you? And what right do you have to ask me to marry you!"

"... Just because I fucking fell in love with you, this ungrateful slut!"

"..." He Lele bit her teeth hard, suppressing the words that were almost about to blurt out, and walked toward Jiji's Lamborghini with big strides.

"What else do you want?" Jiji's figure paused, then chased after her and grabbed He Lele's arm. "Money, status, status, and love, I can give you everything. What else do you want? Stars? Moon? You fucking speak!"

Clenching her fists, letting go, clenching again, letting go again, the breath in her chest was still stuck there. He Lele smiled bitterly. "What do I like most? What do I hate most? What am I most afraid of? What do I want most? What do I value most?"

Jiji opened his mouth, just about to answer, but his heart suddenly shivered.