Women who feel wronged usually look for a man to back them up,
except for a few exceptional cases.
Du Li was certainly not one of those exceptions.
A beauty from the drama college like her obviously wouldn’t be drinking alone.
a few guys and a few girls hurried back in a flurry.
"Ah, Du Li, what happened to you?!"
A girl rushed over, and with her eyes wide in shock, she looked at the clear handprint on her good friend’s face.
This showed how forceful Ran Yile’s slap had been.
You have to admit, sometimes women can be more vicious than men.
With her face covered, Du Li’s sobs grew louder, her delicate makeup now resembling tears on a pear blossom, eliciting a sense of pity.
Her close friends all gathered around to comfort her.
One of the guys, squinting and speaking in a calm but commanding manner, asked the question.
Shi Qianxi had already helped Han Jiayao to the sink and was wiping her face, seemingly oblivious to the group that had just arrived.
Ran Yile was also there helping.
Du Li seemed too choked up to speak, but in reality, it was anger that was more overwhelming.
After hitting her, Shi Qianxi and Ran Yile had left her aside to tend to Han Jiayao.
How was she supposed to feel about that?
Some of the girls there should also be from the Capital City Drama College, as they recognized Ran Yile by the sink.
"Ran Yile, was it you who hit Du Li?"
As friends, they naturally took Du Li’s side and began to question loudly.
Ran Yile glanced at them, showing no fear, and said directly, "Yes, I hit her."
The girls’ tone faltered, clearly not expecting someone who had hit another to be so defiant.
The guys didn’t share a strong sense of common enmity, but looking at the tall Ran Yile, there was something different in their eyes.
Had quite some personality.
The guy who had spoken earlier squinted and asked; clearly, he had some class and didn’t flare up immediately.
Without a doubt, he must be Du Li’s man.
"We accidentally dirtied her shoe, and said we would compensate her, but she didn’t agree, demanded someone to wipe it, and she didn’t agree to that either. Plus, she insulted us. She deserved it."
The current Ran Yile was starkly different from the one who just sat there drinking earlier.
Everyone fell silent.
"Ran Yile, we are all alumni. Did you really have to be so harsh?!"
A girl said indignantly, showing the deep bond between sisters, "Look what you did to Du Li’s face!"
Ran Yile didn’t waste words trying to explain. She wasn’t a naive girl unfamiliar with the world, and she knew explanations would be useless.
"What do you want to do?"
The intrigue in the men’s eyes grew stronger.
Seemed like a wild horse.
"That reason doesn’t seem sufficient enough."
The man who had spoken first spoke again, his gaze fixed on the unyielding Ran Yile, "Call your man. I’ll handle this matter with him."
He didn’t want to trouble a woman.
Ran Yile frowned and didn’t rush off to call her Brother Ye like Du Li had.
Passing bar patrons cast curious glances.
"Don’t look, there’s nothing to see."
This was Capital City.
Anyone might run into anyone else.
That’s why they were still polite in their tone.
This fact showed that Du Li’s friends weren’t disreputable characters; they at least had some class.
After all, as girls from the drama college, they had their standards when choosing men.
Seeing that Ran Yile was silent, Du Li’s man nodded, "If you’re not calling anyone, then you’ll have to ."
Several burly and sturdy men approached, suited and booted, clearly the bar’s security staff by their appearance and demeanor.
Even though people are indifferent these days, there are still some with good old-fashioned kindness.
It must have been the patrons who passed by earlier that notified them.
The bar’s intervention was of course a good thing for Ran Yile. Running a business, they wouldn’t want things to escalate, typically opting to mediate.
But Du Li’s friends remained indifferent, showing no reaction whatsoever.
Upon seeing Du Li’s man, the bar’s security staff’s expression instantly changed, and their tone became much more respectful.
"It’s none of your business."
Brother Mao said indifferently.
The security staff looked at Ran Yile, who was surrounded at the sink, clearly troubled.
"Alright, Brother Mao has things under control. You guys can go back to work," said one of the guys dismissively.
The security staff hesitated for a moment, but ultimately nodded and replied with a respectful smile, "Alright, Brother Mao. We’ll leave. If you need anything, just let us know."
Brother Mao remained silent.
The bar’s security, charged with protecting the customers, simply turned and walked away.
Comforted by her friends, Du Li’s emotions began to stabilize a little. She wiped her face with a tissue, all the while, she stared vengefully at Ran Yile, who was in a precarious situation, her eyes filled not only with resentment but also a hint of triumph.
The owner of the bar was her man’s brother. Here, her man was the absolute ruler!
She had already envisioned the delightful scene of getting back at Ran Yile in a private room later—so you refuse to clean a shoe, huh?
She was determined to make her kneel and beg for forgiveness!
"Come with us," Brother Mao said.
Ran Yile didn’t budge.
Brother Mao laughed, "Do we need to ask you politely?"
His words implied that if Ran Yile didn’t comply willingly, they wouldn’t hesitate to resort to force.
"Go and call for Young Master Ye."
Shi Qianxi finally finished taking care of Han Jiayao.