There’re Always Paranoid Thoughts to Monopolize Me - Chapter 51.1

Outside the private room, where half of the door hinge had been directly kicked off, the waiter stood trembling. 

——

Unlike the previous one, a few dozen seconds ago, this madman had directly grabbed him and brought him up. After hearing the commotion inside, he had leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

The waiter asked shakily, “Sir, are you going in?”

“…”

The young man lazily lifted an eyelid at the question.

Just then, there was a “bang” sound of something hitting the floor inside.

The waiter was stunned, but the young man laughed unsurprisingly, his lips curling into a smile that revealed teeth so white it sent chills down the waiter’s spine.

“Seems like I won’t be needed.”

Then there were more sounds from inside.

“So smooth.”

“You can’t escape.”

Between these two sentences, in less than five seconds, the waiter felt he had witnessed the angel-faced young man instantly transform into a fierce-looking asura.

He didn’t even have time to utter half a word of protest before the door was groaning as it was kicked open.

A few seconds later, the young man had already entered the room, grinning viciously as he stepped on the wrist of the hand that was grabbing the girl’s ankle. He even ground his foot when the person on the floor started screaming like a pig being slaughtered after realizing what was happening—

“Say that again to me, you bastard?”

Everyone had already been dumbfounded.

Even Qin Ke was stunned, taking several seconds to react amidst Song Qingzhuo’s cursing and screaming.

“Huo… why are you here??”

Qin Ke almost blurted out Huo Jun’s full name, but fortunately, she remembered at the last second that even if she forgot about the director’s team and the few guests in the private room, Song Qingzhuo lying on the floor was indeed from the Song family of the Sijiu City.

If the other party heard Huo Jun’s name, it would definitely be most unfavorable for Huo Zhonglou’s future return to the Sijiu City.

Qin Ke could only swallow the young man’s name midway.

Huo Jun didn’t answer.

He turned his head towards the doorway behind him, raising an eyebrow.

“Where’s the wine I ordered?”

“……”

The waiter at the door knew better than anyone how arrogant and domineering the person lying on the floor had been earlier, and now this young man who looked even younger was no less intimidating – the waiter had no doubt that if the wine came late today, this young man wouldn’t mind trashing their entire restaurant along with it.

“Coming, it’s coming right away.”

The waiter trembled as he turned his head, calling over to his colleague at the end of the corridor who was carrying the wine. He turned back and hurriedly brought the expensive bottle of foreign wine, with even the bottle made of crystal, to the young man.

Meanwhile, others in the private room came to their senses.

The chief director of the production team and several deputy directors hurriedly stood up, frowning as they were about to step forward–

“Qin Ke, do you know this person? Quickly ask him to step back, help Young Master Song up… Ah!!”

Drowning out the end of one deputy director’s words, a bottle of wine worth tens of thousands shattered with a bang next to the table.

Crystal shards scattered, and the extremely expensive wine spilled all over the floor.

Everyone froze on the spot, pupils constricted as they looked at the young man holding the broken bottle neck.

The young man’s eyes were fierce, a half-smile playing on his lips as he looked at that deputy director.

“Who were you just ordering around?”

“……”

Looking at the “weapon” in the young man’s hand, that deputy director ingloriously gulped and shook his head, not daring to speak.

The most composed person in the private room was still that chief director surnamed Lin. He cautiously glanced at the shattered bottle with its jagged edges, then fixed his gaze on the young man.

“This… sir. Whatever you want to do, I suggest you don’t act rashly. The person on the floor is our program’s investor. He might have had too much to drink and offended your… friend.”

The chief director spoke while signaling to Qin Ke with his eyes, simultaneously trying to persuade in a gentle voice, “Even if you don’t consider yourself, for the sake of your friend, you’d better not do anything irreversible. After all, he is…”

An abrupt laugh interrupted the chief director’s words.

Huo Jun looked at him coldly, as if he had heard a great joke.

“What, you want to threaten me with his identity?”

Huo Jun applied pressure with his foot again, and the previously subsided wailing rose to a new height.

The chief director and others paled – thinking this young man was simply a reckless fool with no regard for his life.

But at this moment, they heard terrifying words seemingly drill into their ears-

Huo Jun bent one knee, crouched down, and smiled fiercely with lowered dark eyes.

The sharp bottle edge almost touched Song Qingzhuo’s wrist as he laughed softly-

“Forget Song Qingzhuo, even if Song Qingyue dared to do something like this, I’d still cripple one of his hands.”

“………..!”

The young man’s tone was light, but it was enough to freeze everyone in the private room who had heard of Song Qingyue’s name.

Song Qingyue, the eldest young master of the Song family.

Unlike the good-for-nothing second generation rich brat lying on the floor, that was a talented and promising elite figure who had long been seen as the heir to the Song family.

If a comparison had to be made, the difference in status between the two in the Song family, or rather in the eyes of the Song family patriarch, was like the difference between a crown prince already designated to inherit the throne and the most incompetent son of a concubine in ancient times – and that concubine’s son might even have been born to a palace maid.

So when they heard this suddenly intruding young man casually mention Song Qingyue’s name, the chief director and the other deputy directors exchanged guarded glances.

Half of it might be bluster.

The other half…

The chief director signaled to a deputy director beside him, who understood and carefully asked with a fawning smile, “S-sir, please don’t be rash – may I ask how we should address you?”

“…”

Huo Jun lazily lifted an eyelid.

He opened his mouth, about to speak.

But Qin Ke suddenly crouched down as well, her gaze meeting his.

After staring for two seconds, Qin Ke got her answer.

She frowned slightly.

“No.”

Huo Jun raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes showing a hint of irritation. “What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“…” Qin Ke ignored him and turned back to look at that deputy director. “You should have heard of him,” Qin Ke pointed at the young man. “Huo Zhonglou.”

“—!!”

The people in the private room were stunned for a second, then all changed color simultaneously.

“Young… Young Master Huo??”

That deputy director lost his composure, anxiously wanting to spin around on the spot.

But the young man behind Qin Ke narrowed his eyes slightly.

—

The previous exchange was actually quite simple.

He was about to say his real name, which would have also messed up his father Huo Shengfeng’s plans.

But Qin Ke said “No.”

A hint of dejection and resentment flashed in the young man’s eyes. He leaned forward and bit the tip of the girl’s finger that was pointing at him.

Qin Ke: “……”

Qin Ke expressionlessly withdrew her hand. She glanced at Song Qingzhuo, who had already passed out from pain on the floor, then fixed her gaze on Huo Jun.

The girl lowered her voice, “Haven’t you gone crazy enough?”

“……”

“Give me the bottle.”

“……”

“Give it to me.” The girl held out her hand.

The air stagnated for a few seconds. The young man shot a dissatisfied and fierce glance at Song Qingzhuo, who had passed out on the floor, then tossed the bottle aside and grabbed the girl’s hand, pulling her up.

“You can’t touch it,” he frowned, “Don’t cut yourself.”

The others in the private room were even more stunned.

It wasn’t until the two had fully stood up that the deputy director who had spoken earlier came to his senses. He hurriedly stepped forward, “Oh, Young Master Huo, Young Master Huo, this is truly a case of ‘family not recognizing family’… Young Master Song didn’t know, if he had known Miss Qin was your friend, he certainly wouldn’t have spoken out of turn.”

The others had already helped Song Qingzhuo, who had passed out from pain, to his feet.

Huo Jun sneered at these words, “Who’s family with whom?”

“…”

The deputy director’s smile froze.

Among the wealthy families in the Sijiu City, there was clearly a hierarchy, and the difference between the Huo family and the Song family was evidently not as simple as just one or two Song families.

As the deputy director was feeling awkward, Qin Ke reached out to pull Huo Jun.

“Stop causing trouble, let’s go.”

Huo Jun frowned slightly but eventually allowed the girl to drag him away. Only before leaving, when Qin Ke was already outside, he turned back to look at Song Qingzhuo, who had been helped to one side, his eyes frighteningly cold.

“When he wakes up, tell him if he has any more ideas about Qin Ke, I’ll make sure he spends the rest of his life in a wheelchair.”

“…”

Outside the door, Qin Ke was quite angry.

As she turned back to drag him out, the girl’s soft voice could be heard from afar—

“You’re really something, wanting to end up in juvenile detention or jail…”

After about ten seconds, everyone in the private room looked at each other, speechless.

After who knows how long, someone from the director’s team laughed awkwardly.

“True masters really don’t show their hands. Qin Ke’s background… it’s a bit terrifying.”

The chief director frowned at the deputy director beside him, “You didn’t know about this situation?”

The deputy director looked troubled, “She didn’t write on her information form that she was associated with the Huo family’s young master. How could I have known she had connections with the Huo family?”

“That’s true, with such a background, why would she come to participate in our small show under a pseudonym?” another person muttered, “Who could have imagined that in one group there would be two such…”

The sentence was left unfinished midway.

The speaker evidently realized their slip and didn’t continue, but among the guests, Ling Shuang, who had just come to her senses, let out a cold laugh.

“Deputy Director Qi, did you see clearly? Just now, looking at how Qin Ke interacted with that person, do you think her situation is the same as Qi Tian’s?”

“…” That deputy director’s face changed slightly.

Ling Shuang turned back, “It’s a good thing they’ve left. Otherwise, with that temper, I think he probably wouldn’t have been able to be held back after hearing those words.”

The deputy director came to his senses, thought for a moment, and his face changed.

Even the chief director beside him couldn’t help but glare at him.

After the dinner party dispersed, the unconscious Song Qingzhuo was sent back by the director’s team, and Qi Tian had long been scolded away by that “get lost”. Now only Ling Shuang and the other two returned to the tour bus.

After the car had driven for a while, July suddenly chuckled.

“Hey, do you think our Qin Big Thigh will come back to record the show?”

“…” Gu Yuncheng’s gaze fell back from the window, “Probably not.”

Ling Shuang: “After today’s scene, I think it’s impossible too. Song Qingzhuo doesn’t have the qualifications to challenge someone from the Huo family, even if his arm was broken, he can only accept his loss. But on Qin Ke’s side… if she were my girlfriend, I definitely wouldn’t let her come back to a place like this.”

July: “That’s really a shame then.”

“…”

The car was quiet for a few seconds, then Ling Shuang suddenly smiled.

“Not necessarily.”

“?”

“Wait a few more years, no matter how we end up in the industry, maybe one day we can point at the headlines and say that the Huo family’s newly appointed madam once recorded a show with us, and we can call her a friend.”

At these words, Gu Yuncheng and July were stunned for a moment, then they also laughed lightly.

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