The woman was holding onto Ouyang Hao’s injured thigh. Ouyang Hao gasped in pain, wanting to push her away, but his female companion was quicker to act.
The female companion saw Ouyang Hao sweating from the pain and urgently asked, "Young Master Ou, are you okay?"
As she spoke, she gave the woman a fierce glare, "Let’s go, don’t bother with this crazy woman."
With Ouyang Hao supported by his female companion, they were about to leave when the man chasing the woman had already caught up. The man seemed to have drunk a lot, his steps were unsteady, his appearance menacing, and he slapped the woman hard.
"What, you take the money and run? Still dreaming of being a chaste woman while being a whore?"
"Sir, I can’t continue anymore, I can’t. I’ll return the money to you, will that be fine?" With that, the woman took out a check from her handbag.
The man took the check from her hand, smiled, and then viciously threw it back into her face, gripping her jaw, mocking, "I’m not short of this money. Since you agreed to sell yourself to me back then, now you can’t regret it."
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"Since your mother is ill, now you have such a good opportunity to make money, shouldn’t you seize it tightly? If you want to be a filial child, do it thoroughly. Don’t you agree?"
"No, there are other ways, there must be other ways! Sir, I beg you, be merciful, let me go, alright?"
But her plea was answered with a loud slap, "Bitch, don’t act pitiful and chaste in front of me, I’m not falling for it! I’m telling you plainly today, you will sell yourself whether you want to or not!"
The woman staggered and fell heavily to the ground. In the next moment, the man pulled her up again, dragging her towards a certain room.
Ouyang Hao watched everything that was happening before him. He stared intently at the woman in the white dress, saying nothing, yet as the two passed by him, he saw the despair in the woman’s tear-filled eyes.
In that moment, his heart trembled violently, and Lin Yixun’s pale face suddenly flashed in his mind.
Four years ago, when she was bullied, was she also as helpless and desperate as this woman before him? Did she also seek help from a stranger? Was she also coldly watched and then wantonly humiliated?
"Wait a moment!" Ouyang Hao suddenly spoke, stopping the man.
The man was displeased by the interruption but considering the people who could be on this floor were either rich or powerful, and Ouyang Hao looked somewhat familiar, he refrained from acting out, "What’s the matter, sir?"
"Leave her here," Ouyang Hao pointed at the woman.
Ouyang Hao’s female companion couldn’t sit still any longer, she said coquettishly, "Hao, let’s go!"
Ouyang Hao ignored her, his narrow eyes locked on the fat-faced man in front of him, and he said in a low voice, "I don’t like to repeat myself."
The fat-faced man was no pushover either, he said coldly, "Why should I leave her? This is a private matter between her and me, you’d best stay out of it."
"Since I stumbled upon it, it’s now my business."
"What if I don’t let her go?"
"That’s very simple." Ouyang Hao’s lips curled into a wicked smile, followed by a fierce gleam in his eyes, and he threw a punch at the man.
He had trained before, even if he was somewhat drunk and using only eighty percent of his strength, it was more than enough for an ordinary person, and the man was quickly knocked to the ground.