Chapter 4: Attending the Banquet

"Brother Chen Ming, how did you get in here? This is the women's restroom... What if someone comes in and sees us?" Luoshui, her face tinged with anger, stretched out her delicate hand, trying to remove the hand that was almost clinging to her body, but her strength was no match for Chen Ming, who continued to touch and caress her.

"Didn't I tell you to call me husband? This is something the old man at home has tacitly agreed to. Sister will marry Brother Chen Ming, making us even closer." Chen Ming's face showed a cunning smile as one of his hands actually reached under Luoshui's skirt.

"You are Brother Chen Ming to Luoshui... No... " Luoshui's cheeks turned red, and she breathed softly.

"What's there to be afraid of? There's no blood relation between us. The old man at my house is your adoptive father. What's wrong with an adopted daughter becoming a daughter-in-law? Or shall we do it right here in the restroom..." Chen Ming's wandering hand actually touched the small underwear under Luoshui's skirt, gently touching through the soft cotton fabric.

"…No." Luoshui's blushing face felt slightly hot, and her slender, delicate legs slightly clamped Chen Ming's hand, preventing him from moving freely.

"At least... at least wait until I'm of age..." Luoshui finally gave up resisting, her voice soft and filled with a strong sense of crying.

"Alright, alright." Seeing that he was about to make Luoshui cry, Chen Ming quickly stopped, withdrawing his wandering hand from the edge of Luoshui's lace skirt. He patted Luoshui's silky soft hair and said in a deep voice, "Brother Chen Ming won't touch you anymore. By the way, is there anyone who dares to bully you, defying the world?"

Luoshui pouted, her eyes filled with resentment as she looked up at the man who was a head taller than her, seemingly making a difficult decision. Finally, she slowly closed her eyes and said softly, "Here, let you kiss me as compensation."

As soon as he saw the beauty offering herself, Chen Ming became incredibly excited. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, immediately feeling the slight tremors of her frail body.

Luoshui, eyes tightly closed, her face flushed, her heart racing, waited quietly for Chen Ming's affection.

Chen Ming's expression was quite smug. He leaned down, gently capturing Luoshui's rose-petal-like soft lips, his tongue skillfully probing into her mouth, which exuded a delicate fragrance, licking her fresh saliva, and shamelessly occupying her tender lips.

"Come, tell me, good sister, obedient wife, tell me, has anyone bullied you?" After kissing his beloved Luoshui, Chen Ming seemed to transform, from a rogue into a righteous protector of the weak.

"Someone has designs on me, Brother Chen Ming, what should we do?" Luoshui smiled, her beauty captivating and enchanting.

"Just a bunch of clowns, kill them." Chen Ming casually waved his finger, then took Luoshui's delicate, slender hand and walked out of the women's restroom at the end of the corridor with a grand gesture.

The waiter standing in the corridor of the private room saw Chen Ming holding a stunningly beautiful girl coming out of the women's restroom, his face turning green and purple, feeling a deep regret that such a pure and beautiful girl would do such things in the restroom.

When Chen Ming, holding Luoshui, pushed open the door to the private room, he instantly became the focus of everyone. The few girls present were so shocked that their eyes widened. They couldn't believe that someone would dare to directly bring Luoshui in at this moment, which was essentially slapping Young Master Tang Xiaoran in the face.

"What..."

"Master Tang... Look... This..."

"Really, there are people who don't care about their lives..."

Tang Xiaoran's subordinates whispered to each other, their eyes filled with hatred, wishing they could immediately rush over and chop Chen Ming to pieces.

"Feather, you, go and guard the door. As soon as I give the order, don't let anyone leave today." Tang Xiaoran's face was filled with a fierce light, cold and icy.

"Yes, Master Tang."

Feather nodded, his eyes sharp and vicious like a hawk, one hand slipping into his coat, the glint of a dagger barely visible.

"Brother, what's your name?" Tang Xiaoran stood up, picked up two glasses of wine, and walked toward Chen Ming with apparent politeness.

"Chen Shubao." Chen Ming smiled calmly, taking the glass of wine from Tang Xiaoran, his eyes filled with a playful smile.

There was no scene like in the movies where the wine was thrown in someone's face. After a polite and distant clinking of glasses, no conflict erupted.

Chen Ming's smile was extremely sincere, seemingly without any ulterior motives, but in reality, his mind was already making plans, calm to the extreme. Chen Ming was not the kind of rich second generation who would impulsively kill or set fires. Unlike the little tyrant of Haidian, who acted on impulse and repeatedly got his father into trouble.

As for the name "Chen Shubao," it was a pseudonym Chen Ming used when he was out and about. "Using a pseudonym won't get you investigated" was a truth Chen Ming always adhered to. First, Chen Ming didn't like relying on his family background for everything; second, it made it easier for him to follow his life principle that "low-key is the most impressive way to show off."

And the real historical Chen Shubao, with his charming and numerous concubines, was something Chen Ming envied greatly. However, besides that, Chen Ming was determined to protect his women, something he didn't want to be like Chen Shubao.