The woman's eyes continued to wander, lingering on Fu Yinxiu's belt buckle with a mix of anticipation and curiosity.
Rumor had it that a man's size was proportional to the length of his fingers, and Fu Yinxiu's long, well-defined fingers only fueled her imagination.
She couldn't help but glance once more, eager to discover the truth for herself.
After taking a small sip of her drink, she left a red lipstick mark on the glass, a gesture of her intent to make her presence known.
Fu Yinxiu cast a disdainful glance at her, already growing impatient.
Yet the woman, oblivious to his discomfort, boldly leaned in closer.
She placed one hand gently on his shoulder and the other on his chest, her touch expertly trailing downwards.
She whispered in his ear, "Take me with you. Either to your place or mine."
As her lips neared his face and her hand almost reached his belt buckle, Fu Yinxiu remained unmoved. His mind was elsewhere, consumed with thoughts of Ming Yutong.
The woman's perfume was far from cheap, but it didn't compare to the fresh, sweet scent of Ming Yutong after a bath.
While this woman was attractive, her heavily made-up face did not hold a candle to Ming Yutong's natural, unadorned beauty.
He recalled the evening at Ming Yutong's house when she had looked so pure and unblemished without makeup, a sight that was far more enchanting.
Ming Yutong had an aura of clarity about her—her skin, her presence, and her scent were all refreshingly natural. It felt like basking in the gentle sunlight amidst lush greenery.
He remembered the first time he visited Ming Yutong's home after Little Jingshi had stayed there.
Ming Yutong had looked at him with wide, innocent eyes, momentarily stunned by his unexpected arrival. Her usual composure had given way to a cute, almost childlike confusion that he found irresistibly endearing.
Lost in these thoughts, Fu Yinxiu found himself comparing the woman next to him to Ming Yutong.
No matter how alluring this woman or any of the others around him might be, none compared to Ming Yutong.
He had intended to come out and prove that he was not exclusively bound to Ming Yutong.
However, once again, he realized that he desired no one but her.
Frustrated, Fu Yinxiu grabbed the woman's wrist tightly, causing her to wince in pain. Her face shifted from shock to pain as Fu Yinxiu pushed her away from him.
"Get out!" he commanded harshly, throwing her off the sofa.
Her face flushed with a mix of pain and humiliation as she stumbled, drawing the attention of those around them. The commotion she caused immediately caught the eyes of other patrons in the bar.
The nearby patrons turned their gazes towards the commotion, drawn by the sudden outburst.
The woman, now seething with indignation and pain, glared at Fu Yinxiu. "You're hitting women—are you even a man?"
"Get out!" Fu Yinxiu's tone was cold and merciless. He showed no sympathy for her, even as she sat on the floor, looking pitiful.
"Don't make me repeat myself!"
The woman, infuriated, got up from the floor and glared at him. "You!"
Fu Yinxiu responded by smashing his wine glass at her feet. The glass shattered with a loud crack, sending shards and spilled liquor all over her legs.
The woman screamed in shock and anger. "What's wrong with you!"
At her outburst, five burly men emerged from the surrounding tables, their tattoos visible from under their sleeves.
Regulars at the bar knew the woman well: she was an experienced hostess who could handle herself in difficult situations. She often employed these men for protection or to handle troublemakers.
Seeing her humiliated, the woman signaled these men, who now surrounded Fu Yinxiu, preparing to make their move.
The bar's bouncers, always quick to react, rushed over to shield Fu Yinxiu. Their leader, with a stern expression, addressed the men. "Trouble here?"
The woman was taken aback by the bouncers' intervention, as they usually ignored minor disputes. But this time, they were determined to protect Fu Yinxiu.
Fu Yinxiu stood up, rolling his shoulders and stretching his limbs. His frustration needed an outlet, and now it was presented to him.
He told the bouncer leader, "It's fine. I need to stretch my muscles anyway."
"Mr. Fu," the bouncer leader hesitated, "We have strict instructions from Mr. Nan to ensure your safety."
"Step back," Fu Yinxiu ordered.
Reluctantly, the bouncers withdrew but remained vigilant, ready to act if necessary.
Without further hesitation, Fu Yinxiu advanced towards one of the men. His speed was formidable.
The burly man, despite seeing Fu Yinxiu coming, couldn't react in time.
Before he could block the incoming punch, it was already too late. The sound of pain-filled grunts and groans filled the air as Fu Yinxiu dispatched the men swiftly.
Within moments, the five men lay on the ground, defeated. Fu Yinxiu, on the other hand, appeared only slightly disheveled, his shirt rumpled but otherwise unharmed.