Journey to the End of the Night

Chapter 1597 - 971: Son of a Prince and Marquis

Ye Shu’s hand froze in midair for a moment before he retracted it.He looked at Lin Zheng, who was sitting on the ground in defeat, and said blandly, "Aren’t you embarrassed enough?"

Lin Zheng wasn’t appreciative at all. He turned half his face, unable to hide his disgust, and said with a cold, mocking ting in his voice:

"What, you think just because you paid my bar tab and helped me out of trouble, you can replace my father and lecture me?"

Lin Zheng’s words were full of cold hostility, causing Ye Shu’s eyes to slowly lower.

His dark and gloomy nature kept him from getting angry, and he held his emotions in check.

"If I hadn’t come, were you really planning to take a life?"

"Do you think I can’t accomplish anything without you?"

Lin Zheng inhaled sharply and looked straight at Ye Shu, sneering:

"Ye Shu, stop being so full of yourself. You’re nothing more than a house dog raised by my Lin Family!

The clothes you’re wearing, the Spirit Stone money in your pocket, isn’t all of it given to you by my Lin Family?

I drink, you pay. I start fights, you cover it up. That’s the way things have always been!

If not for my father risking his life to save you from the North back then, do you think you’d have a chance to be in the spotlight like today?

Ye Shu, you owe me! You owe me for a lifetime! I have no reason to be grateful to you.

You owe my parents, so you’re destined to slave for me your whole life! Destined to... "

Tonight, Lin Zheng was extremely provoked, becoming more agitated as he spoke. But Baili An, who had been a longtime bystander, finally couldn’t take it anymore and didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence.

He rushed forward like an arrow, his clenched fist landing hard on Lin Zheng’s face.

Struck by intense emotions, Lin Zheng suddenly felt a strong wind on his face and instinctively tried to block it.

But the punch was so fast, giving him no time to react, hitting him square in the face.

The sharp pain hit, as if his nasal bones and lips were splitting apart, plunging his mind into Chaos.

Ye Shu was momentarily dumbfounded by the sudden emergence of the shadowy figure.

Baili An straightened up, flexing his wrist, and glanced at Ye Shu: "At times like this, words are less effective than a swift punch."

Lin Zheng, lying on the ground with swollen cheeks and blood dripping from his nose and mouth, faintly heard the cheers of the onlookers around him.

He propped himself up, furious: "Are you crazy! Why did you hit me?"

Ye Shu’s expression shifted slightly, but before he could speak, Baili An kicked Lin Zheng hard in the face again, rendering him defenseless, and then lifted him onto his shoulder.

"This isn’t a place to talk, let’s get a private room and discuss this."

Ye Shu’s eyes flickered as he nodded.

Inside the private room, Baili An tossed the angrily cursing Lin Zheng to the floor and clapped his hands: "Alright, what happened tonight to cause this mess?"

"Who is this short-sighted brat! How dare he use me, a Marquis, as a punching bag! Ye Shu, are you blind? Where’s all your usual fierceness gone?"

Lin Zheng’s face was extremely unpleasant, his brows drawn tight with fierce anger, ready to retaliate.

That is, until he watched Baili An calmly remove the fake mask from his face.

The moment Baili An’s true face was revealed, Lin Zheng’s rampant cursing abruptly stopped.

The anger in his eyes quickly turned to surprise as he exclaimed, "Si Chen?! How can it be you?!"

Baili An picked up a cup of cold tea on the table and poured it over Lin Zheng’s face, "Have you calmed down a bit? Now, tell me, what’s all this about tonight?"

Seeing it was Baili An, Lin Zheng’s arrogance and anger immediately subsided.

Wiping the tea from his face, he awkwardly smiled, "Nothing... really nothing, just wasn’t in a great mood today and had a few too many drinks."

Baili An said blandly, "A few too many drinks wouldn’t push you to force a girl to death."

Being reminded of his absurd behavior just moments ago, Lin Zheng was suddenly at a loss for words.

Ye Shu, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke, "There’s something wrong with the wine Lin Zheng drank."

Lin Zheng abruptly looked up at Ye Shu, his brows gradually knitting together.

Ye Shu said, "Don’t look at me like that. Don’t you know your own drinking capacity?

You, who are usually not drunk even after drinking three jars of strong liquor, lost your mind after just a few cups tonight.

Lin Zheng, you are normally unreasonable and violent, but when have you ever laid a hand on a woman?"

"Who’s unreasonable, you say?!" Lin Zheng angrily prepared to explode.

Ye Shu’s eyelids dropped, his gaze sharp: "Are you saying that you like Chang’an, but because Chang’an doesn’t like you back, you got drunk and lost control?"

"Chang’an?" Baili An lifted his chin, his eyes questioning.

He remembered that Chang’an was a mute girl selling tofu flower on the streets and alleys of the capital of Ze Country.

Disabled, orphaned, and fending for herself as a street vendor, she was often harassed and bullied by street thugs.

Lin Zheng had once hung a family emblem Jade Pendant at the mute girl’s door to intimidate those thugs.

It seemed he had fallen for the mute girl named Chang’an, and it was serious, too.

But from what he heard tonight, Ye Shu seemed quite familiar with the girl named Chang’an as well.

Mentioning Chang’an stirred Lin Zheng’s emotions, which he had managed to calm somewhat, all over again.

He propped himself up like a jaguar, "Si Chen, anyone with eyes could see my interest in Chang’an. Ye Shu is under my family’s employ; I’ve mentioned Chang’an many times in front of him, yet he never admits knowing her.