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"After drinking this cup of wedding wine, you belong to me."
Chi Mu Jiu raised her glass, a bright smile illuminating her face as she looked at Du Heng Yan.
Wedding wine?
Du Heng Yan regarded the little woman with a playful expression, a ripple of intrigue stirring within him. It was the first time someone had spoken such words in his presence; she was indeed bold and unique. Could it be that she really thought of herself as a male model?
A faint smile tugged at the corners of Du Heng Yan's lips.
Just as Chi Mu Jiu was about to raise her cup, a series of loud bangs erupted from next door. The sudden and violent sounds were followed by the sharp crash of a broken bottle, interspersed with the sound of someone sobbing and wailing.
Clearly startled by the unexpected noise, she instinctively grabbed Du Heng Yan's hand. His hand was cold, revealing her inner unease.
Du Heng Yan was momentarily taken aback, but feeling the sweat forming in her palm, he instinctively tightened his grip on her small hand, wanting to offer her some comfort.
"Don't be afraid; it's just a mouse."
He tried to lighten the mood, speaking in a relaxed tone.
However, no sooner had he finished speaking than more cries echoed from next door, their piercing sound stark against the silence of the room.
"Huh? A mouse? Do mice in this country cry like humans?"
Chi Mu Jiu's voice trembled with fear, her tone laced with a whimper as she unconsciously leaned closer to Du Heng Yan, seeking a sliver of safety.
Du Heng Yan clicked his tongue in annoyance, his brows furrowing tightly. He pulled out his phone and dialed; the call connected almost instantly.
"Can you keep it down? Can't you understand? You're interrupting my wedding wine!" His voice brimmed with anger and authority, leaving no room for defiance.
Chi Mu Jiu was left speechless by his sudden outburst.
Once he hung up, the wailing from next door ceased entirely. The surroundings returned to a brief stillness, yet Chi Mu Jiu's heart continued to race uncontrollably.
"You... next door..."
She stammered, struggling to articulate her thoughts as she stared at him wide-eyed, confusion and fear evident in her gaze.
"This is a foreign country; it's not like home where such ruckus is common. I'm more familiar with this place."
Du Heng Yan's expression was calm as he tried to soothe her unease. To make her believe his words, he added, "I still have friends in this line of work."
"So, is this how you talk to your friends in this line of work?" she replied, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "That's quite bold."
Chi Mu Jiu swallowed hard and pointed at the phone in his hand, reminding him of the tone and attitude he had just used. Those friends in this line of work must refer to those involved in the gray or black market, right? If he spoke like that to those reckless thugs wielding weapons, wouldn’t he be asking for trouble?
Her mind raced with images from movies depicting the bloody scenes of gangsters fighting. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. And this was abroad, in a lawless area—those involved in such activities might not just carry baseball bats or knives; someone could easily jump out with a gun aimed at her.
Thinking of this made Chi Mu Jiu's face turn even paler.
"What are you thinking? Don’t worry; as long as you stay within my sight, no one will harm you," Du Heng Yan said, trying to reassure her. He couldn’t help but smile at her frightened expression but felt a twinge of sympathy deep down.
"Don't comfort me. Even though you're a big guy and your presence is indeed reassuring, can you really hold your own against those desperate criminals? You're just a male model; do you really think you're some kind of martial artist?" Chi Mu Jiu said, lowering her head. She was torn about whether to slip away first but couldn’t bear to leave such a handsome man behind.
"Oh my God! This is truly a dangerous game!"
Du Heng Yan's expression darkened as he sighed helplessly. This little one really thought of herself as a male model! He didn’t know whether to call her naive or innocent.
"Even if something happens, I won’t let you get hurt. Besides, it's not as bad here as you think. And you’re Chinese; our powerful homeland will protect any compatriot who finds themselves abroad."
Du Heng Yan looked at Chi Mu Jiu, his tone steady and reassuring.
"That makes sense. So, shall we continue?"
Hearing this, Chi Mu Jiu nodded slightly in agreement.
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