He had never seen Chi Xingyu this angry. His behavior had slipped beyond rational control, his profile tense and the gloomy, indifferent expression overlapping with many images from Tong Sui’s memories.
In that moment, he seemed to see his former lover standing before him, blocking his path.
Tong Sui got up, walked over, crouched down, and embraced Chi Xingyu from behind, resting his forehead against his back. “Chi Xingyu, calm down.”
Tong Sui could feel Chi Xingyu’s rigid body, so he tightened his hold slightly and whispered, “I’m fine, just relax.”
It seemed that Chi Xingyu understood Tong Sui’s reassurance; his body relaxed, and he turned to firmly hold Tong Sui in return, his hot breath quickly falling onto his neck.
“Are you an idiot? Can’t you see he’s trying to touch you?”
Chi Xingyu’s hurried tone betrayed his fear that Tong Sui would get hurt, but at the same time, he couldn’t bear to see him being bullied without knowing how to fight back.
If not for being held back, Chi Xingyu definitely wouldn’t have let this reckless guy off so easily.
The small model lying on the ground attempted to get up and slip away, but was pinned down by Zhong Yi, who stepped firmly on him.
“I’m going to call the police! I’m going to get all of you arrested!”
“Go ahead, don’t think no one saw what you did,” Zhong Yi replied. “Hand over your phone; I’m calling the police right now.”
The small model’s heart trembled for a moment, then he remembered there were no surveillance cameras installed here. Even if he called the police, he couldn’t produce any evidence.
He quickly regained his confidence. “Fine, go ahead and call the police. What evidence do you have to prove I did anything to him?”
“Evidence?” Zhong Yi was so furious that he punched him again, saying, “My eyes are the evidence!”
Tong Sui communicated with the system in his mind, “Do you have any footage of me and him alone earlier?”
The system searched and replied: [Yes, but the angle from the nearest camera is quite off, and the quality isn’t very clear.]
Tong Sui asked: [Can it be remade?]
The system responded: [It should be possible; let me give it a try.]
It was no longer the lowest-level system it once was. Moreover, this time it was its own host who was being taken advantage of; if it couldn’t do anything, wasn’t that a waste of its upgrades?
After a while, the system announced: [Okay, there’s already footage from the diagonal camera.]
Tong Sui thanked it and walked toward the camera, saying to the cameraman, “Can I take a look at the footage you recorded earlier?”
The cameraman blushed and stuttered, “B-but I don’t think it caught anything over there…”
He regretted not recording something that could help Tong Sui.
Tong Sui gently encouraged him, “It’s okay, let me see. Maybe we can discover something unexpected.”
He looked like a white rose glistening with dew, pure and beautiful, naturally attracting people who wanted to pick it, but it shouldn’t be something that trash could covet.
The cameraman nodded immediately.
The model pinned to the ground suddenly panicked, never expecting that other cameras were present. If something was caught on tape, his career would be ruined.
When the playback started, the cameraman momentarily forgot everything; had he recorded this so clearly?
But soon, everyone around was captivated by the content on the screen.
The young boy sitting in the corner stood out even in silhouette. It seemed that the earlier filming had tired him, as he curled comfortably in the chair, so beautiful that it felt wrong to disturb him.
But soon, another uninvited guest appeared on the screen, causing the boy to sit up in alarm and politely greet him.
What awaited him, however, was direct and blatant malice.
Even through the screen, the boy’s discomfort and resistance were palpable, making viewers clench their fists. When Chi Xingyu charged out to teach someone a lesson, everyone felt unspeakable relief.
Listening to the playback of his own voice, the model on the ground turned ashen.
Chi Xingyu couldn’t contain the fury in his chest and struck the model’s face again with several punches, grabbing him and saying, “Well then, is this the evidence you wanted?”
The model’s manager rushed over upon hearing the commotion and nearly fainted at the sight.
Especially upon seeing the four powerful figures standing nearby.
He felt his legs weaken and almost knelt down; what a stroke of bad luck this was.
Jiang Ciyang glanced coolly at the slightly balding manager. “Is he your subordinate?”
“Mr. Jiang, don’t worry. We’ll terminate his contract immediately. This trash will never appear in your line of sight again.”
Jiang Ciyang said: “Not just in my sight, but others’ as well.”
“Understood, understood.”
The manager wiped his sweat; he was about to completely blacklist this person. After Jiang Ciyang said it, no one in the industry would dare to hire him again.
Naturally, the subsequent shooting couldn’t continue, and everyone hurried to the nearest police station.
Also joining were reporters who had rushed over.
When Tong Sui and Chi Xingyu finished their coordinated interviews, they were met with a barrage of flashing lights and questions from the crowd. “Chi Xingyu, can you explain the reason behind this incident of hitting someone?”
“Is it true that there are rumors about your violent tendencies?”
“Tong Sui, what is your stance on the incident of Chi Xingyu hitting someone?”
The crowd pushed and shoved, nearly squeezing Tong Sui to the point where he couldn’t move forward. Yet he couldn’t afford to lose face with these people; if he spoke harshly, it could lead to reports with no bounds.
A hand landed on Tong Sui’s shoulder.
Tong Sui was startled and looked down at the bony hand, the fingertips wrapped in bandages, with new abrasions on his knuckles.
Even like this, Chi Xingyu remained unhesitant, sheltering him in his embrace, his cold face addressing all the reporters, “Step aside.”
Perhaps his voice was too chilly, as the group of reporters actually took a few steps back, allowing the two to get into the car and leave without issue.