The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Chapter 1391: Chapter 1408: How Much Do You Really Love Me? 1

The man’s handsome and pale face seemed somewhat out of place under the flickering lights in this decadent space tangled with desire.

It was as if he didn’t belong here, but rather... he should belong to... uh, a place with elegant piano music, red carpets, and where noble daughters and aristocrats came and went.

A flash of amazement crossed the girl’s eyes. Holding her wine glass, she stood up and walked over to the man.

”Sir, are you here alone? Did something unhappy happen to you?” the girl asked with a smile.

Shaochen was gulping down a glass of clear liquor. Hearing the voice, he merely glanced at the girl out of the corner of his eye, not even looking directly at her, and then continued to pour himself another drink.

The girl showed a disappointed look on her face, but she was not discouraged; boldly, she reached out and snatched the man’s wine glass.

”Handsome, treating a pretty lady like this, isn’t it a bit impolite?”

”What? How should he treat you to be polite, does he need to hold you in his arms and give you a few kisses to be considered polite?”

Suddenly, a cold voice came through.

The girl froze, looking at the newcomer, she couldn’t help but raise her chin: ”And who are you? What’s it to you? Trying to steal a man from me, you...”

Before the girl could finish her sentence, a glass of wine was suddenly splashed on her face.

Nangong Zhongli was holding an empty wine glass, looking at the girl with a sneer: ”Are you even worthy of asking who I am?”

The girl let out a scream, wiping the wine off her face, and pretended to charge forward.

But unexpectedly, Nangong Zhongli grabbed her wrist, her face turned pale, and she cried out in pain.

If she applied any more force, her wrist would break.

At this moment, another strong hand grabbed Nangong Zhongli’s arm.

”Enough, let me have some peace.” Liang Shaochen looked at Nangong Zhongli and said gloomily.

He had drunk a little, his face slightly flushed, and his tone somewhat gloomy.

Nangong Zhongli was stunned looking at his demeanor.

What’s wrong with Shaochen today?

He rarely showed such decadence, or rather, seldom revealed this aspect in front of her.

By now, the music in the bar had stopped, and everyone was coming over to watch the commotion.

Nangong Zhongli didn’t care, but suddenly flung the girl’s arm away and through clenched teeth said, ”Get lost!”

The girl stumbled back several steps, crashing into the bar behind her, the bartender hastily stepped aside, scared.

The girl rubbed her wrist, her face flushed, seeing Nangong Zhongli’s intimidating demeanor, clearly not an ordinary person, she was all alone, and discretion was the better part of valor. She gave Nangong Zhongli a fierce glare before covering her face and running away.

The little incident ended without reaching a climax, and when everyone saw the extraordinary woman in both demeanor and skill sit down, one cold glance from her caused them to withdraw their gaze, and they dispersed, losing interest.

Soon, the sounds of the audio system resonated in the bar, the giggles of flirting men and women reverberated, and everything returned to the lively scene from just before.

Nangong Zhongli looked at the self-absorbed Shaochen pouring his own drink, frowning, she took the glass offered by the bartender and poured herself a drink too.

”What’s wrong with you today? You seem off. Did you ask me here just to have a drink with you?” she said, clinking her glass against his.

Liang Shaochen tilted his head back and downed his drink, wryly smiling as he said, ”Yes, alcohol is really a wonderful thing, what’s there to relieve worries, only it...”

Nangong Zhongli looked at his furrowed brows, his handsome face revealing a sorrowful expression, and she couldn’t help but feel a faint pain in her heart.