Rong Yanqiao opened the bag, and the aroma of barbecue wafted into their noses.
These were some grilled items from the seaside, they smelled delicious, but weren’t filling.
Besides, it was almost dinner time. Rong Yanqiao had noticed a restaurant when she passed by earlier, and she had a plan.
So, she only bought a small amount of food to tide them over.
The photographer was also a bit hungry, he stared at the food in Rong Yanqiao’s hand but was too embarrassed to ask.
"Brother, you’ve really helped us a lot just now. We could take so many beautiful photos thanks to you. Please, join us and have some."
Rong Yanqiao opened the bag wide and generously said to the photographer.
The photographer, being very hungry, accepted without hesitation.
The three of them sat on the ground by the beach and quickly finished the barbecue.
The photographer had other clients to attend to, so he bid them farewell for now.
Rong Qingze and Rong Yanqiao sat by the beach for a while longer, enjoying the scenery, then decided to take a walk together and head to the restaurant Rong Yanqiao had spotted earlier.
As the sun set, the number of people on the beach gradually increased. They strolled leisurely along the shore.
A little way ahead, a crowd had gathered, and the two of them approached to see what was happening.
Pushing through the crowd, they saw a beautiful girl in a white dress playing the guitar.
In front of her was a hat filled with money, and as Rong Yanqiao and the others arrived, they saw a girl placing a hundred-yuan bill into it.
The girl’s singing was enchanting, and Rong Yanqiao also wanted to contribute.
As she reached into her pocket to see if she had any cash, a short man suddenly dashed in from the other side, stabbing the guitar-playing girl with a sharp knife.
After a brief moment of pause, screams erupted from the crowd.
People scattered in all directions, each wearing a look of panic.
The short man pulled out the knife, took the hat filled with money, and turned his gaze upon Rong Yanqiao.
They were simply too conspicuous.
Rong Yanqiao, having just recovered from an illness, looked frail.
Rong Qingze, strikingly handsome like a celebrity, didn’t seem capable of much physical confrontation.
Rong Yanqiao and Rong Qingze exchanged a glance, knowing it wasn’t wise to confront him directly as he was armed.
The short man charged towards Rong Yanqiao, but without a second thought, Rong Qingze quickly delivered a kick.
His kick landed directly on the man’s wrist, sending the knife flying into the nearby sea.
By now, the sky was completely dark.
The people’s visibility was extremely low, and Rong Qingze could only barely discern the short man’s movements using the light from distant vendors.
Rong Yanqiao stood aside, her heart racing, she quickly took out her phone to call the police, then glanced at the girl lying on the ground.
Among the tourists was a doctor, who was helping to provide simple first aid for the girl.
A few young men also stepped forward, assisting Rong Qingze in subduing the increasingly frantic short man.
The police car arrived, but entering the beach proved troublesome.
This caused a bit of a delay.
When the police arrived, Rong Yanqiao breathed a sigh of relief.
Only then did she take a good look, finding the man somewhat familiar, though not the same one who had harassed her before.
Soon, an ambulance arrived, and the girl, covered in blood, was lifted onto a stretcher.
Once everything regained its calm, Rong Yanqiao exhaled a heavy breath of relief. Follow current novᴇls on novel fire.net
Rong Qingze approached Rong Yanqiao.
Rong Yanqiao nodded, without saying a word.
Returning to the hotel with Rong Qingze, Rong Yanqiao mentioned, "Uncle, we should head back as soon as possible."
At this moment, watching Rong Qingze, her clear, black-and-white eyes appeared exceptionally calm.
Rong Qingze frowned slightly, knowing that the recent incident had affected her mindset.
He spoke softly, "It’s not the right time to return now."
Their outing had already been captured by the media, even dominating North City’s trending topics.
If they returned now, they would certainly be mobbed by reporters.
Moreover, the old man might come to cause trouble for them.
Rong Yanqiao frowned slightly, "Why isn’t it the right time? We’re not a secret now. Besides, with your capabilities, Uncle, can’t you deal with those rumors?"
Rong Qingze did not respond.
He brought her out to relax a bit.
Actually, Rong Yanqiao understood.
She came along also hoping for an opportunity.