A Jealous Showdown

“Hey, wait for me! Didn’t you say you weren’t going to dance? Why are you charging toward the dance floor like a maniac?” Liu Shengyue pushed through the crowd behind him, grabbed his arm, and panted in protest. “Did you hear a word I said?”

Just then, she saw Chen Ju standing there in a daze. Chen Ju also noticed Liu Shengyue and Jiang Zhou standing close together, their arms linked.

Damn! Li Qing spotted that things were going badly from afar and hurried over. He yanked Chen Ju behind him, shielding him from view with his body, puffed out his chest, glared at Jiang Zhou, and said, “Don’t look, Chen Ju! You’ll get a stye!”

After saying this, he put an arm around Chen Ju’s shoulders and headed out of the dance floor. “Let’s get out of this godforsaken place!”

“Chen Ju, just try walking away.” Jiang Zhou’s voice cut through the noisy music, carrying an unquestionable authority.

As if under a spell, Chen Ju’s feet rooted to the spot. He couldn’t take another step forward. The sight of Jiang Zhou and Liu Shengyue being so intimate was still burned into his mind, and he didn’t dare turn around and look again.

Li Qing snapped, “What does he think he is? Come on, Chen Ju. Let’s go. Forget about him!”

“Come here.” Jiang Zhou narrowed his eyes dangerously. “I won’t say it twice.”

Li Qing was about to say something else when his sleeve was tugged gently. He looked down and met Chen Ju’s warm, gentle eyes.

“Thanks, Brother Qing. I’m fine.” Chen Ju gave him a reassuring smile. Li Qing paused, held back what he was about to say, and lowered his hand...