Shu Tingting’s face showed a hint of embarrassment. Faced with Young Master Liu’s teasing, she once again forced a smile and walked towards him.
Young Master Liu was known as a slick character in social circles, and he naturally invited Shu Tingting to take a seat.
Shu Tingting never really regarded Young Master Liu highly, but seeing him helping her out now, she reluctantly said, "Thank you!"
"Miss Shu being so polite, it’s really unusual for me," Young Master Liu feigned surprise, clutching his heart.
The room erupted in laughter.
"Stop the nonsense!" Shu Tingting’s gaze swept across the crowd, but her words were directed at Young Master Liu.
Everyone tacitly stopped joking.
The reason everyone dared to openly tease Young Master Liu and Shu Tingting was that nobody had the courage to joke about Bao Shaojin. Hence, they settled for the next best thing.
Moreover, Young Master Liu was known for his easy-going nature, and he wouldn’t mind whatever people said. As for Shu Tingting, they were all from the same circle and aware of the limits in their banter.
In contrast to Shu Tingting’s composed demeanor, An Yin appeared excessively reserved.
An Yin sat nervously, with Bao Shaojin standing beside her, his tall stature highlighting her petite and charming presence.
Soon, an attendant brought over a soft chair and gently placed it behind Bao Shaojin.
The next second, Bao Shaojin sat directly beside An Yin.
"Have someone bring in a glass of juice," Bao Shaojin coldly instructed the attendant standing by.
The attendant nodded, acknowledging the order, and left.
Shu Tingting, sitting on An Yin’s other side, paused upon hearing Bao Shaojin’s words. Her lips, painted with lipstick, parted slightly as if to say something, but seeing the man’s expressionless face, she pursed them and remained silent.
Inside the private room, the crowd exchanged strange glances. Everyone looked at one another, too hesitant to voice their suspicions. After all, it was the first time Bao Shaojin had shown such care for a young girl!
"Get playing, what are you waiting for?" Young Master Liu, seeing everyone silent, suppressed his inner doubts and tried to enliven the atmosphere with a chuckle.
Then, he pushed the scattered mahjong tiles back into the gaps on the table and pressed a button on the mahjong table.
Since sitting down, An Yin had obediently kept her hands on the mahjong table. Others around her chatted ceaselessly, and she felt utterly unable to join in. Moreover, she didn’t know any of these people, so she shrank a bit, trying to minimize her presence!
Even though she didn’t want to play mahjong, why did Bao Shaojin insist that she play? An Yin found herself increasingly unable to understand Bao Shaojin. Could it be that he inherently enjoyed forcing others into things they disliked?
As An Yin was lost in thought, she felt a vibration, and before she could react, a gap opened on the mahjong table in front of her, and her hand was about to get caught in the opening.
At this critical moment, Bao Shaojin quickly moved his hand to shield An Yin’s delicate one.
Amidst a feeling of pressure, An Yin screamed loudly, "Ah..."
An Yin’s scream drew everyone’s attention.
Before anyone could react, Young Master Liu, with a face full of shock, pointed at the mahjong table, his complexion changing, almost turning pale, "Blood, big brother you..." Young Master Liu turned his head and shouted to the attendant, "Quick, get someone here."
The attendant understood and hurried out. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝕟𝕖𝕥
The entire room gathered towards them, all looking at the scene.
The mahjong table, which had been operating moments ago, had stopped functioning by now, and Bao Shaojin’s hand was trapped in the narrow crevice of the table, even more severely than An Yin’s.
A faint red mark was visible on his wrist, bleeding slowly, with droplets falling down.
Young Master Liu had seen bloody scenes before, but if the injured person was Bao Shaojin, it made his heart tremble inexplicably.
"Take your hand out first." Bao Shaojin fixed his gaze on the pale girl, his tone dropping slightly, as if gently coaxing.
Unlike the others, who appeared scared, Bao Shaojin remained calm.
"It hurts..." An Yin looked at him pitifully, taking a while to utter a single word.
Her clear eyes reflected his cold face.
Both of their hands were stuck in the gap.
From the moment Bao Shaojin sensed approaching danger, he had placed his hand in front of An Yin’s, absorbing all the force of the machine’s pressure; An Yin had only felt a momentary squeeze at the start.
"Be good," Bao Shaojin’s expression was stern.
"Alright." An Yin obediently retracted her hand slowly. When she found it easy to pull back, she was about to cheerfully say something, but seeing the man’s hand still trapped and bleeding, An Yin exclaimed in surprise, "Your hand..."
Before An Yin could finish, several technical personnel entered the private room to resolve the malfunction.
"Make way," Bao Shaojin instructed her.
An Yin quickly stood up and moved aside, though her fingers still throbbed faintly.
Within ten seconds, Bao Shaojin’s hand was freed from the mahjong table’s gap.
Poor mahjong table, directly pried open, it looked pitiful! However, compared to Bao Shaojin’s safety, a mere mahjong table could be sacrificed without regret!
From the moment she saw Bao Shaojin in peril, Shu Tingting’s heart had been on edge, and only after seeing him safe did she slowly calm down, recalling the scene where he unhesitatingly saved An Yin.
Shu Tingting sat silently, never uttering a word. Her gaze occasionally focused on Bao Shaojin’s stern face, hoping to discern some ulterior motive, but she was disappointed. Bao Shaojin was a person whose emotions were inscrutable—how could she see through his mind!
Everyone there had experienced storms before, and the sudden situation caught them off guard, precisely because the injured was Bao Shaojin, which brought everyone a sense of alarm.
The crowd would rather the young girl suffered some injuries than have Bao Shaojin hurt even in the slightest!
If An Yin knew what everyone was thinking, she’d probably be frightened into tears!
Bao Shaojin raised his injured hand, looking at the group, "You all continue."
Everyone knew Bao Shaojin’s decisive nature, so they nodded in response and resumed gathering around the other mahjong table.
After speaking, Shu Tingting nervously approached him, focusing on the wound on his hand, "Bao, let me accompany you to the hospital!"
Shu Tingting’s gaze was so focused, solely fixated on him, that it was hard to ignore.
"No need." Bao Shaojin looked at An Yin beside him, "Come with me!"
Immediately, Bao Shaojin headed towards the hidden door.
An Yin quickly followed along.
Until the two disappeared inside the private room, Young Master Liu came up behind Shu Tingting, watching the scene playfully, and with a hint of teasing, "That little girl... is she really Bao Cheng’s girlfriend?"
After Young Master Liu asked, Shu Tingting was momentarily stunned. She also had doubts, but there was no reason for Uncle Wu to lie to her, "Hmm."
"This is interesting," Young Master Liu remarked with a meaningful tone.