The Devil Doctor's Spicy Love
Chapter 333: Huayuan (3)

Chapter 333: Huayuan (3)

Bojing didn’t realize when the tide swept him away from Jia and Mingshen and before he knew it, he was in a completely unfamiliar area with unfamiliar people around him.

"Sis? B-Boss?"

He looked all around him but couldn’t find them anywhere. He hugged his trembling hands near his waist, hoping to find them somewhere. His eyes were close to bursting into tears.

A-Am I lost...?

He quickly took out his phone to call Mingshen but it slipped from his hands when a man almost violently bumped into him from the back.

"Hey! Why are you standing like a statue over there!"

Bojing paled, seeing his phone lost on the ground somewhere.

"My phone!"

He bent and kneeled everywhere, trying to figure out some sense amidst the clicking sounds of the walking passersby but couldn’t find it anywhere.

O-Oh no...What am I supposed to do now? How will I call sis and Boss?

He covered his face in his hands, shedding tears over his lost phone.

I am so sorry Boss! I am so useless!

The women walking by couldn’t help but chuckle. "Oh my that beautiful man is crying."

"Did he lose something?"

"Ah, don’t tell me he got dumped by a woman here. That happens so often here," another sighed.

Bojing tremblingly stood back on his feet and wiped his eyes with a determined gaze.

I-I am an adult now! I will definitely find my way back...

He nodded to himself with renewed resolve.

But the streets in front of him confused him to no end. He couldn’t remember from where he got swept by the tide of crowd and which turn was his best guess to reach back to Jia and Mingshen’s side.

Bojing didn’t give up. He went by his gut instinct and navigated through the alleys, his eyes always on alert. But his journey towards finding his way back wasn’t without hiccups.

Now and then street vendors would practically pull him to their store and adeptly used every sales skill at their disposal into making him buy their products. At this point Bojing held four bags, two in each hand with a completely helpless expression.

B-Boss will kill me! We were supposed to be shopping for sis Jia, not for myself!

Sniffling and crying, he continued walking when he heard an outburst at a distance.

"Fuck, what is this bitter tea!? Is this what you serve to your customer?" A middle-aged man lashed out by smashing the tea cup to the ground.

Bojing jolted with the loud shattering noise. He meekly peeked at the commotion where a man gruffly faced the young waitress serving him. She wore a pretty pink orchid-pattern Hanfu with the tray hugged to her chest.

She anxiously bowed before the man. "I am sorry that you didn’t like it. Should I prepare some different tea for you?"

"I don’t want some different tea! I want my money back! That was horrible. You almost ruined my taste buds! You have to compensate me!"

She nervously said, "B-But it’s already paid for-"

"So give me my money back and with interest!" He sneered.

"I am afraid that it’s not possible..." her expression paled further.

"You dare deny me?" He growled. "First you serve shit to your customer and now you won’t compensate me either?"

The man suddenly grabbed her wrist, making her gasp. "Well I won’t mind a different type of compensation from you," his eyes glinted with desire.

The young waitress quickly shook her hand off his grip. "I am from the Ian Hua house."

"So? I don’t care," he sneered.

She bowed. "We, from Ian Hua house, don’t engage in...those activities."

His eyes widened and he looked at her, stumped. Then he burst into a loud laughter.

"What a joke! You little rabbit serves in the most famous red light district in the entire country and you say you don’t serve customers with sex? Heh, don’t play so hard to get."

He grabbed her hand again and pulled her to his side. "Since you served me with such a bitter tea, it’s your responsibility to do something sweet for me in exchange~"

The young woman tried to squeeze her hand out but every attempt went fruitless.

"Heh, you come with me and we will-"

"H-Hello..."

The two looked up and found a delicate looking man standing before them.

Bojing looked at the middle-aged customer and said, "Like she s-said that she d-doesn’t involve h-herself in sexual activities so-so please let go o-of her hand."

"Huh? Who the fuck are you?" He threw him a disdainful look at his feminine features.

Is he really a man?

"I-I was passing by a-and saw the commotion here...Can you please l-let her go?"

His gaze darkened. "Who are you to tell me anything? Don’t interfere in my business!"

"But s-she is uncomfortable a-and she doesn’t like you..."

The customer’s expression worsened.

"Doesn’t like me?" He jeered. "Don’t worry. That sentiment won’t stay for long once we enter the bedroom."

"B-But she said she doesn’t go into the b-bedroom for that..." his brows scrunched up, tense.

"Shut up!" He roared. "Don’t waste my time!"

Bojing’s eyes widened, startled. They soon pooled with tears as his body trembled. "It’s n-not nice to t-talk rudely..."

"So do you expect me to be all nice to a stammering man like you!?" He kicked the table away, enraged.

The waitress let out a shriek while Bojing covered his ears, tears falling from his eyes.

"Pl-Please listen to me. Y-you are scaring her...Please l-let her go. I-I will pay you y-your money back...!"

Instead of arguing with Bojing further, the man started dragging the waitress away.

"Let me go!" She cried, resisting with all her might.

Bojing blocked his way, spreading his arms out, urging him. "Please re-release her. She is crying..."

He gritted his teeth and grabbed Bojing’s shoulder, wanting to push him away. But for some reason he couldn’t.

Hm? What was that?

Before he could try again, Bojing held his wrist with tears plopping down on the ground.

"Please..."

He squeezed his wrist and with a sudden jolt, twisted his arm so ruthlessly that sent shockwaves all up to that man’s clavicle. He felt an excruciating pain of his nerve and blood vessels akin to tearing apart and a crackle of the bones from within that only added to his misery. The man watched Bojing look at him with misty eyes and wet cheeks akin to a helpless damsel in distress but exerting a vicious force that was beyond his understanding.

"Please release her, w-will you?"