The Mafia King's First Love

Chapter 438 - Behind The Mask (1)

Chapter 438 - Behind The Mask (1)

Lihua put her hand in his and smiled. "Sure."

Wei beamed. He took her to the dance floor and was, of course, extremely careful of not letting anybody bump into her. He stared at her as softly pulled her into his hug and wrapped his arm around her waist.

Lihua felt her breath get stuck into her throat. It felt as if everything else got obscure, and only the two were dancing on the soft melody. He twirled her once and pulled her back, this time even closer than before. He slowly lifted a lock of her hair that fell on her cheek.

Lihua slightly trembled as his fingers brushed past her cheek like a gentle ripple on a lake and pushed the lock behind her ear. She looked up, and sucked into the pair of his beautiful eyes that seemed to fix his gaze on nobody but her.

Once again…

He reminded her of Wei. He was the only one who used to stare at her like she was his whole world. His irises only reflected Lihua in them. There was no place for anybody else.

She slowly lowered her head with an unreadable expression. Even in that slight darkness that was only illuminated with the flashing lights in the club, Wei still caught the presence of a tear that shone upon her eyelid.

He panicked. "Are you hurt anywhere?" His voice was full of anxiousness and concern.

Lihua shook her head. "...Nothing."

Wei still wasn't convinced. "Then are you feeling nauseous?"

"No," she faintly smiled. "I am okay."

She saw him pursing his lips and watched his expression grow restless. "Let's go back. You should sit down and rest," he seriously said.

"I am fine. I will just head to the washroom for a minute."

He nodded. He followed her too and stood by some near the ladies' room. He patiently waited. The other who entered and exited the washroom suspiciously looked at him. When she returned, Wei walked up to her and checked her from head to toe.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"I wasn't sick anyway."

"Good."

They silently walked along the corridor. Wei was peeking at her from time to time. Lihua asked, "Shall we head to the terrace? It's a little stuffy here."

Wei immediately agreed. "Of course."

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At the same time, Meng Ya wanted to curse Fu Renshu to death. Now that Ziruo was with her, it was Fu Renshu this time who showed no sign of coming to meet them.

Her mouth twitched.

"I don't know what the problem is with you men! Now that we are finally here, why is that hooligan getting late?"

She was impatiently waiting for him to arrive. Her shoulders began to droop when she still didn't see his presence anywhere. Her gaze dimmed, and she hunched back.

She took a glass of wine and gulped the drink with one go. She shrugged. "Well, it's okay. Whether it's you or him, nobody cares about me anyway. Both of you must be thinking that I am so childish."

Fu Renshu paused. "It's not like that."

Meng Ya shrugged. She got up, but he pulled her wrist. "Where are you going?"

She shook off his hand. "Leave me alone…"

He saw her shoulders trembling, and her eyes were on the verge of tears. He felt his heart sharply twist in pain. She randomly went on the dance floor, trying to mix in the crowd. Suddenly, a man grabbed her hand, and she looked at him in shock.

"What? Leave me."

"Come on. Dance with me," the man spoke in a higher pitch because of the loud music.

"No, thanks."

He pulled her back, and now she was extremely furious. "I said I am not interested."

"Don't be such a bummer. We will have a good time."

She felt disgusted. The man almost pulled her in his arms when he was suddenly punched in the face. Meng Ya's eyes widened in shock.

Hao Ziruo coldly said, "Didn't your mother teach you the meaning of when a woman says no? Or were you deaf not to hear it?"

The temperature plummeted so rapidly that the man felt a chill. The commotion drew everybody's attention. He stood up enraged and flung his fist at him. Fu Renshu grabbed his wrist and blocked it while also jabbing his own fist on the man's solar plexus. He coughed in pain and stumbled back.

"Are you done or should I smash your head next?"

He gritted his teeth. "It was just a fucking dance!"

"Doesn't matter. Even if you want to just fucking 'look' at any woman, you must have her permission. Should I teach you what the word permission means?"

Meng Ya quickly pulled him back. "Forget it. Don't get into trouble."

"He is the one who will get into trouble."

"..."

She sighed and dragged him away from all the stares directed at them. At the back, she said, "Thank you. And I am sorry too. It's not your fault. I just dragged you into my own mess and got angry at you for no reason. I am sorry. The things between him and I have got nothing to do with you."

"...They have everything to do with me."

"Hm?" Then she just shrugged. "Anyway, the hooligan didn't come, so I don't care about the plan anymore. Let's dismiss it. I won't bother him anymore."

Even though she said it as if it didn't affect her, the truth was the opposite.

Ziruo held her wrist and pulled her into a nearby room. He shut the door and faced. "He wouldn't like it if you won't bother him anymore."

"How do you know?"

"Why don't you try calling him?"

"I don't want to."

"Just try. Please."

Meng Ya furrowed her brows and relented. She pressed on the green button. A moment later, she heard a phone ring.

She blinked her eyes. "Your phone is ringing, Ziruo."

He smiled and took it out. Then he showed her the screen. Meng Ya stared at her own name flashing on his phone.

She looked at him. "What's going on?"

Fu Renshu stared back at her. He then slowly removed his mask, and the more his real face was revealed, the more Meng Ya froze. He kept the mask aside and faced her again.

This time, he said as Fu Renshu, "I really wouldn't like it if you won't bother me anymore."