Chapter 50: The Temper of the Beautiful Superstar

"Seventh Senior Sister, my body doesn't need any supplements. I'm strong and vigorous!" Chu Tian chuckled.

"A man working the fields can get really exhausted, especially when he's surrounded by beautiful women. He needs constant nourishment so he doesn't run out of strength when it's needed and can't last," Zhao Ling'er replied, immediately placing a large oyster onto Chu Tian's plate.

Chu Tian smiled awkwardly. He hadn't expected his seventh senior sister, a superstar beauty, to be so uninhibited. No matter what, she would always be his seventh senior sister; nothing would ever change that in his heart.

To Chu Tian, rather than living as repressed as she did, she might as well change jobs. But this was her own choice. As long as she was happy, Chu Tian would always respect her decision.

At that moment, a frivolous-looking young man with unsteady steps walked straight to Zhao Ling'er's side. He suddenly reached out and snatched off her sun hat. As the hat fell, the hair previously tied at the nape of her neck cascaded down. Zhao Ling'er was startled and instinctively turned her head, not wanting anyone to see her true face.

If someone discovered her identity, within ten minutes the restaurant would be surrounded by fans. Zhao Ling'er’s popularity was overwhelming; wherever she went, she attracted crowds. That was why she avoided revealing herself.

She quickly put on her sunglasses, hiding much of her face. The young man seemed not to recognize her identity; otherwise, things would have gotten even messier.

"Hey girl, why are you dressed so tightly in this hot weather?" he teased. "Take off those sunglasses and let your brother have a good look—are you pretty or not? Even if you’re ugly, it’s fine. With that hot, voluptuous body of yours, you could make your brother ecstatic tonight."

The young man’s name was Li Jie. Slightly tipsy, he eyed Zhao Ling’er’s curvaceous figure, his mind full of lurid fantasies.

"Li Jie, well done!" "Bring that girl over, let her drink with us," several thugs at the neighboring table jeered.

They were Li Jie’s companions, not only refraining from stopping him, but egging him on. Clearly, this group was trouble.

"Get lost," Zhao Ling'er said angrily. She had finally managed to get half a day off and wanted nothing more than to relax and enjoy some barbecue with Chu Tian. But now, she was being harassed by thugs, utterly ruining her mood.

"Don’t you want your hat?" Li Jie offered it, waiting for Zhao Ling'er to reach out.

Zhao Ling'er snatched the hat. Before she could retract her hand, Li Jie tried to grab her wrist. But Zhao Ling'er was quicker—she pulled her hand back, refusing to let him take advantage.

"Little junior brother, let’s find another place. There are too many annoying flies here," Zhao Ling'er said, rising with a flash of disgust in her eyes.

Chu Tian knew she didn’t want to expose her identity, so he didn’t act; he stood up with Zhao Ling'er, ready to leave the restaurant.

"Beauty, don’t go so quickly. Come drink with your brother!" Li Jie blocked her way, even reaching for her sunglasses. Zhao Ling'er dodged, stepping back two paces and easily evading him.

Seeing her retreat, Li Jie became bolder, advancing again, intent on tearing off her sunglasses.

Chu Tian grabbed Li Jie’s wrist, squeezing lightly.

Crack!

The sound of breaking bones echoed, and Li Jie screamed in agony.

"Let go!" Li Jie’s companions shouted, jumping up in anger.

Chu Tian released Li Jie’s wrist, only to seize his collar, lifting him into the air and tossing him at the thugs.

The three thugs scrambled to dodge. The next moment, Li Jie crashed onto their table, scattering food everywhere.

Their faces changed, and they drew knives from their belts, preparing to charge.

Before Chu Tian could act, a beer bottle flew through the air, striking one thug’s head.

"Ah!"

Blood streamed down his face as he collapsed.

The remaining two stared in shock toward the direction the bottle had come from.

Zhao Ling’er held another beer bottle, drained the last drops, genuinely enraged.

"Let’s go together," the two remaining thugs summoned their courage and charged.

Two more beer bottles hurtled towards them, knocking them down.

Zhao Ling'er dusted her hands as if she’d done something trivial.

Chu Tian smiled softly. The seven senior sisters were, after all, Wu Xingyan’s disciples. Even if they weren’t martial artists, they had some skill. Dealing with these thugs was no challenge.

"Seventh Sister, should we still leave?"

"No. We haven’t done anything wrong—why should we go?" Zhao Ling'er, now fired up, changed her mind. She didn’t want a few thugs to ruin her rare good mood, even if she preferred to keep her identity hidden.

"Boss, another half-dozen beers. Put the broken tables and chairs on my bill," Zhao Ling'er said as she sat down again.

"Yes... yes, of course," the owner replied nervously, hurrying to bring her the beers.

"You... you just wait. My big brother will never let you off," Li Jie snarled, writhing in pain on the floor.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, still threatening.

Chu Tian ignored him. Since Seventh Senior Sister wished to stay, he would accompany her to the end.

The two sat down again, raised another beer, and clinked them in midair.

Li Jie and his companions crawled out of the restaurant as quickly as they could. Outside, Li Jie pulled out his phone, clearly looking for reinforcements.

Chu Tian paid him no mind. If anyone else dared disturb his date with Seventh Senior Sister, he wouldn’t hold back.

Half an hour later, six vans pulled up on the food street. Forty thugs, armed with knives and clubs, piled out and headed straight for the restaurant.

"Who hurt my brother?" demanded the leader, Li Quan, whose triangular eyes and emaciated frame radiated menace. He was the kingpin of the area.

"Big brother, you’re finally here," Li Jie said, face full of grievance, leading his bloodied cronies to Li Quan.

"Hmph, they dare hit my people? They must have a death wish. Take me to them!" Li Quan growled, his expression darkening. As the local boss, he couldn’t let his brother be beaten without retaliation.