l chefs, everyone enjoyed the meal immensely, clinking glasses and chatting with smiles lighting up their faces."I heard this restaurant only serves less than 30 times a year, it doesn't even take res..."Lord Shepherd, don't you recognize me"

"Should I know you"

His low voice, laced with sarcasm, came as he effortlessly stepped out of the pool. A waiter immediately handed him a bathrobe, which he wrapped around his waist without looking at her once, his head still down.

"The shepherdess, she is Qiao Bao'er."

Lu Qinan frowned, he helped Qiao Baier up and couldn't help but say, "She is your wife."

"Wife"

As if the word had caught his attention, he turned his head, his short hair still damp against his chest, and took a step closer to her. His eyes narrowed as he looked her up and down, "Why did I marry you in the first place" he asked, bluntly and coldly.

Why did I marry her in the first place.

This question suddenly made Qiao Bao'er freeze.

"...because Bao'er is pregnant with your child..."

Xia Chui Xue brought over another clean bath towel and smiled as she handed it to Qiao Bao'er. She didn't take it, and the word "child" in her eyes trembled uncontrollably at the bottom of her pupils.

"The child is dead, isn't he" Junzhimu said matter-of-factly.

Pop—

As soon as the words left his mouth, Qiao Baoer's face turned pale, and she slapped him hard.

At this moment, everyone present seemed caught off guard. Witnessing the red handprint that appeared on Jun Zhi Mu's left cheek, they all stared in stunned silence.

"Dare you..."

The man before her, enraged and humiliated from the beating, exuded a cold and ruthless aura. He swiftly grabbed her wrist with his right hand, tightening his grip with vicious force. The pain caused Qiao Bao'er's brows to furrow tightly, her face alternating between shades of green and white.

"Let go of her, let go of her..." Lu Qinan saw the urgency in his eyes and strode forward, quickly shielding himself between them.

"Don't hold it against her, she's just...just having a bad day...don't lay a hand on her."

This way, they remained in a stalemate. He didn't let go of her.

And Qiao Bao'er raised her head, forcing back the tears that welled in her eyes, and looked straight into his, filled with anger and aloofness. This kind of him felt so unfamiliar to her.

A hurried set of footsteps ran towards them. Zhu Xiaowei shouted in a panic, "Junzhimu let her go! You bastard, don't touch her!"

Finally, Qiao Bao'er looked at him impatiently glancing forward. She looked up into his eyes and saw disgust and contempt in them before he abruptly pulled away her hand.

Suddenly, the atmosphere around the jacuzzi became eerie. The surrounding guests looked curiously, but none dared to approach.

"Joe Bao'er, how are you Your clothes are all wet. Are you hurt" Zhu Xiaowei rushed over anxiously.

Tang Yu also came over. He stood on Qiao Bao'er's left, grabbed her wrist that was red and swollen, his brows furrowed.

"It was just a misunderstanding..."

Xia Chuixue, fearing another conflict, tried to smooth things over with an explanation.

Jun Zhi's face was gloomy, as if he didn't want to see Tang Yu and the others at all. He didn't even want to stay with them for a second longer, so he turned around and left.

Zhu Xiaowei subconsciously went after him, angrily wanting to scold him, "Hey, you..."

"Let's go back," Qiao Baoer said suddenly, her head bowed.

"Joe Bao'er, he…" Zhu Xiaowei hesitated her steps, and finally didn't chase after him. She usually wouldn't dare to provoke Jun Zhi Mu, but today seeing him so arrogant towards Joe Bao'er, she was angry and wanted to hit him.

"Jiao Bao'er, he really doesn't recognize you"

"You think he went crazy after that surgery in Seattle How could he say such things Why don't you confront him and get some answers You waited for him for so many days..."

They left the boisterous Firework Bar, and on the way back, Zhu Xiaowei kept complaining angrily.

But the parties involved seemed unusually quiet.

qiao Bao'er didn't shout or cry. Her face paled, and she tilted her head, quietly looking out the car window.

It was already 10 pm, the orange-yellow streetlights flickered on her cheeks one after another. For some reason, Zhu Xiaowei felt particularly distressed looking at her like this.o resist, but seeing them leading him into the palace, Samba immediately stopped resisting. His steps were unsteady as he followed them into the palace.Lao Gui was seething with anger. He ran ahead of...