He had thought his disposition was indifferent, believing he would never encounter a woman he liked in this lifetime.
But he had met her, a woman so strong and serene it made his heart ache delicately, a woman he very much wanted to bring happiness and joy to, and also a woman he longed to protect from ever getting hurt again.
He had found her, and he would never let go, not in this lifetime.
"Qiao Yiyang, I don’t like you, let go of me now!" Lin Xinlan was angry.
Just because he liked her, did that give him the right to hold onto her ?!
Hearing her words, the man’s eyes gradually darkened and became fierce.
He suddenly lifted her chin, looking at her with a somber expression that sent a shiver through her heart.
"No one can reject me, and no one can defy me!"
"Thud—" The man who was holding her tightly suddenly distanced himself from her body, having been viciously punched.
"Thud—" Before Qiao Yiyang could react, he was punched again.
The person hitting him had used all his strength, his fist colliding with his head, causing his vision to blur, his lip to split, and blood to unwillingly flow out.
Lin Xinlan turned her gaze to the newcomer, her face turning pale in an instant.
In that moment, his face was dark and terrifying, his eyes filled with intensity and violence.
He grabbed Qiao Yiyang by the collar and punched him as if he wished to beat him to death.
After taking several punches, Qiao Yiyang came to his senses, quickly grabbing Rong Shaoze’s swinging fist, raising his foot, and landing a kick on him.
Rong Shaoze dodged and with a twist of his captured hand, he broke free from his grasp and lifted his leg for a spinning kick at him.
Qiao Yiyang, who seemed to be skilled, narrowly avoided it and began to strike back fiercely.
His moves were sharp and swift, every action completed in one fluid motion—extremely smooth.
A cold smirk flashed in Rong Shaoze’s eyes—the fox’s tail was finally showing!
He countered move for move with agile and ruthless skill, quickly delivering a high kick that sent Qiao Yiyang flying, crashing to the ground.
Rong Shaoze advanced three steps at a time, leaped up, and with force, hammered his fist down; Qiao Yiyang’s pupils shrank slightly, and he rolled away from the spot, causing Rong Shaoze’s fist to smash into the carpet with a thud.
Lin Xinlan listened, her heart trembling with fear, half-expecting his hand bones to be shattered.
Qiao Yiyang rose to his feet, engaging in a fierce fight with him once again.
Everyone had forgotten to breathe, watching them stupidly as if viewing a heart-pounding cop thriller.
Some staff tried to intervene, but no one dared to step forward to pull them apart; they were both viciously attacking each other—anyone who went up there would end up seriously injured!
It wasn’t clear who had called the police, but soon three officers arrived and were shocked at such a scene. Not even the most skilled officer in their police force could compare.
The backgrounds of the two men were not simple, which they could tell at a glance, with their years of case-handling experience.
"Stop, or I’ll shoot!" one of the officers drew his gun, aiming at them with a voice full of severe threat.
The two fighting paused slightly, turned their heads to look towards them, and then, as if by tacit agreement, let go of each other.