Chapter 43: Chasing Him Into the Men's Restroom

Zhou Yao and Zhuo Tongtong appeared at the doorway, Zhou Yao’s face flushed deep red as she bit her lip tightly.

“Lin Yiming, you still dare deny there’s nothing between you and her! No wonder you didn’t answer the phone—you were busy sneaking around!” Zhuo Tongtong shouted furiously, about to lunge forward, but Zhou Yao held her back.

“What are you doing here?” Lin Yiming didn’t want to see her. “Leave. I don’t want to see you.”

“Of course you want Yao Yao to leave, so you can spend sweet time with this old woman.” Zhuo Tongtong spoke up for Zhou Yao.

At that moment, Zhang Xiluo suddenly understood: Zhou Yao brought Zhuo Tongtong along as a brainless machine gun, someone who could both highlight her own innocence and kindness, and provide a chance to protect her friend.

“Don’t talk nonsense! There’s nothing between me and my sister,” Lin Yiming said, hugging Zhang Xiluo tightly and warning Zhuo Tongtong angrily, “If you slander my sister, I won’t let you get away with it.”

“Xiao Ming…” Zhou Yao’s eyes filled with tears as she bit her lip.

Only then did Lin Yiming realize what he was doing. He let go of Zhang Xiluo and looked at her apologetically.

“What are you here for? Isn’t it enough to humiliate me?” Lin Yiming turned to Zhou Yao, his expression shifting to anger.

Zhang Xiluo thought to herself, are all men so quick to change their faces?

“Are you really going to treat me like this?” Zhou Yao clutched her chest in pain, struggling to speak, “Is there truly no way back for us?”

“The moment you said you wanted to break up, it was over,” Lin Yiming said ruthlessly.

Zhou Yao stepped back, so heartbroken she was lost for words.

Zhang Xiluo watched from the side, secretly impressed by her acting.

“Yao Yao, he’s not worth your tears.” Zhuo Tongtong whipped out her phone and snapped several pictures. “I’ll post you two shameless people online—just wait to become famous.”

“And you, record a video and clear Yao Yao’s name! Before she was with you, she was never kept by any rich heir. After she was with you, she was devoted; you’re the one who cheated!”

“Tongtong, stop it.” Zhou Yao tried to intervene. “Let’s just go.”

Zhang Xiluo hadn’t expected Zhou Yao to be so thick-skinned as to make such a demand.

Zhuo Tongtong, however, refused to leave and kept up a barrage of words, finally infuriating Lin Yiming so much that he kicked them out.

After Zhou Yao left, Lin Yiming couldn’t hold back and collapsed against Zhang Xiluo’s shoulder, sobbing bitterly.

She didn’t comfort him. She knew it was useless. Letting him vent would help him feel better.

Zhang Xiluo originally wanted to take Lin Yiming out for a meal, but he refused—he just wanted to go home and sleep.

So Zhang Xiluo went to eat alone, choosing a vegetarian restaurant with a lovely atmosphere and sitting by herself in a private room.

In the next room, the men’s voices were loud and unrestrained, making no effort to be discreet.

“Brother Hai, is it true you’ve landed yourself a sugar mama?”

“A real one—generous, loaded with cash,” the man called Brother Hai boasted. “She’s also very pretty, just a bit fiery.”

“Have you slept with her?”

“Not yet. She’s hard to trick into bed,” Brother Hai replied shamelessly. “But soon. I want both her money and her body.”

“Such a good thing, and you don’t even bring your buddies along? Not cool.”

“Relax, once I’ve had enough, I’ll let you have a taste. I want to see if there’s any real difference between a rich woman and a cheap one!” With that, both men laughed slyly.

Zhang Xiluo felt utterly disgusted. Men this shameless and filthy deserved nothing less than chemical castration.

A few minutes later, Brother Hai’s phone rang. He cleared his throat. “Hello, Xueting? Need something?”

Zhang Xiluo’s mind buzzed—Xueting?

Could it be just a coincidence in names?

“I’m busy today, let’s meet another day.” Brother Hai hung up, then smugly continued, “When you chase a woman, you have to keep her hanging…”

Zhang Xiluo stepped out of her room just as food was being served next door. She paused at the door for a glimpse inside.

At that moment, her phone rang—Jiang Xueting was asking to go shopping.

She hadn’t eaten yet, but hurried off to meet Jiang Xueting.

Jiang Xueting seemed unhappy, glued to her phone, and not even Zhang Xiluo’s arrival could lift her spirits.

“What’s wrong?” Zhang Xiluo hoped she was overthinking, that the Xueting mentioned by that man wasn’t her friend.

“It’s that awful man! He’s been ignoring me lately, never comes out when I ask him,” Jiang Xueting pouted, kicking a stone hard.

A chill ran through Zhang Xiluo. She forced a playful scowl, “Serves you right. You won’t even tell me his name.”

“Gao Sihai.”

It was him. There was no doubt.

She couldn’t stand by and let Jiang Xueting be hurt by a scumbag.

“Xueting, I haven’t had dinner—let’s go eat.” Zhang Xiluo dragged her back to the vegetarian place, but Gao Sihai and his friend were already gone.

They ate a little, then went shopping until evening, when Jiang Xueting received a call from Gao Sihai.

“Luoluo, I can’t eat with you tonight—Gao Sihai just asked me out!” Jiang Xueting waved her phone excitedly.

Zhang Xiluo moved close, linking arms with her. “I’m coming too. I want to see what kind of man he is.”

Jiang Xueting paused, touching Zhang Xiluo’s forehead. “Luoluo, are you alright? Do you have a fever?”

“Oh, come on.” Zhang Xiluo pulled her hand down. “Let’s invite Xinyi too—just to keep an eye out for you.”

“I’m not even dating him yet,” Jiang Xueting blushed. “If you all come like this, he’ll be scared off.”

Zhang Xiluo ignored her protests and called Xu Xinyi, telling her the time and place.

With no other choice, Jiang Xueting brought her two “third wheels” to the date.

Gao Sihai arrived wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with broad brows and deep eyes, looking solemn and proper.

When he saw Zhang Xiluo and the others, his expression turned awkward. “Here, and these two are…?”

“My good friends, Zhang Xiluo and Xu Xinyi,” Jiang Xueting introduced them. He shook hands with each, polite and gentlemanly.

After ordering, Gao Sihai excused himself to the restroom, and Zhang Xiluo followed.

She stood by the men’s room door and called out to him as he emerged. “Brother Hai, a word?”

Gao Sihai looked confused. “We don’t really know each other, do we?”

“Brother Hai, you just scored yourself a rich woman—money, looks, and you want her body too. Not bad,” Zhang Xiluo said coldly, staring him down. “I suggest you leave on your own, before things get ugly.”

“You…” Gao Sihai was rattled for a moment, but quickly regained his composure. “Miss Zhang, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Drop the act. I heard everything you said. I won’t let you hurt Xueting,” Zhang Xiluo exposed him and warned him to get lost.

Gao Sihai’s face darkened, his gaze turning vicious. He sneered, “With nothing to prove it, do you think she’ll believe you? I could just as easily claim you came onto me, even followed me into the men’s room.”

He grabbed her, blocking her way, “You’re even prettier than her—how about you serve me instead?”

“Disgusting!” Zhang Xiluo spat at him, her voice icy. “Scumbag, you’ll regret this!”

“You bitch, you’re looking for trouble!”

Enraged, Gao Sihai raised his hand to strike her—only to have his wrist seized by someone else…