Chapter 779: Chapter 779: Please Save Me
Yin Zhiping stared at Song Yinyin with a gaze that wished to devour her whole.
The latter was so frightened she almost cried; the glimmers in her eyes were real this time.
She helplessly looked at the enraged man before her, wanting to plead for mercy, but couldn’t say a word under his ominous glare.
"Cough, cough—"
At this moment, a light cough was heard.
Qiu Qianghai recognized Yin Geping’s identity.
He extinguished the cigarette in his hand and tossed it into the ashtray on the trash bin nearby.
With graceful steps, he slowly walked towards the crowd.
Qiu Qianghai greeted proactively, "Young Master Yin, long time no see."
From afar, he had seen several men bullying a woman. If nothing happened, it would be fine, but if something did, it would ultimately be Night Paradise’s responsibility.
"So it’s Boss Qiu." Yin Geping’s gloomy expression turned into a distant friendly smile.
Qiu Qianghai nodded slightly and asked with a smile, "What’s going on here with such anger? Is it that the drinks at Night Paradise aren’t to your taste, or is the service unsatisfactory?"
Yin Geping showed his sleeve that had been pulled and frowned lightly, "It’s neither. Today, I just didn’t check the almanac before going out and got entangled with a mad woman."
Hearing it wasn’t because of Night Paradise, the smile on Qiu Qianghai’s face deepened slightly.
He shifted his gaze to the woman restrained by the Yin family’s attendants.
Song Yinyin cried like a weeping beauty, looking utterly miserable.
However, just one look made Qiu Qianghai’s expression change dramatically.
Only because this girl looked too much like Gu Minmin, with the same small face and roughly similar brows and eyes, especially that tear-reddened nose, which had a five-point resemblance to Gu Minmin when she was aggrieved before him.
Qiu Qianghai’s composure vanished, his pupils constricted abruptly.
The girl before him was the most similar person to Minmin he’d encountered in over a year.
Song Yinyin sensed a deep and complex gaze on her; she slowly lifted her eyes to meet Qiu Qianghai’s eyes filled with sorrow, pain, and deep longing.
Recalling the earlier conversation between Yin Geping and the other, she remained indifferent on the surface, but her mind was quickly scheming.
All of it happened in an instant. Song Yinyin’s tears became dazzling, falling profusely.
She looked helplessly at Qiu Qianghai, pitiful and pleading, "Please save me, I beg you to save me—"
The helpless and pitiful voice reached Qiu Qianghai’s ears.
His deep eyes trembled slightly.
He wondered if this was how helpless Minmin felt when she left.
He wondered if she too had thought of seeking help from others.
Yin Geping sensed something was amiss.
He signaled to the Yin family attendants, and they immediately released Song Yinyin.
As soon as she was freed, she rushed over to Qiu Qianghai.
She hid behind Qiu Qianghai, her gaze fearfully fixed on Yin Geping and his group, as if looking at a bunch of bandits, while she was the weakest party.
Afraid those people would come for her again, she extended her hand to tightly grasp Qiu Qianghai’s sleeve, as if she had found the only reliance.
Qiu Qianghai caught a strong scent of alcohol; he slowly lowered his eyes, his deep eyes fixed on her fair hand, tightly gripping his sleeve.
In the depths of his memory, there had also been a girl who clung tightly to him like this after getting drunk.
Her reliance, her cuteness, and that deep attachment still left a lasting impression on him to this day.
Coming out of his reverie, Qiu Qianghai looked into Song Yinyin’s face.
At this close distance, this girl indeed bore a five or six-point resemblance to Minmin.
If only her eyes held less calculation, less sinister glow, she might look even more alike.
Qiu Qianghai pulled her hand away from his sleeve.
