Tyrant Son-in-law

"There's an assassin!"    

"Protect Miss Mengdieh!"    

The bar was in a mess. People were screaming in panic as they furiously searched for the murderer. They formed an iron wall of defense, protecting Mengdieh behind them.    

Everyone was suspicious, staring at the people around them.    

However, Hu Yiming knew that their worries were unnecessary because the assassin, seeing that the assassination failed, had blended into the crowd and slipped into the bathroom.    

An Ontario team finally arrived, evacuating and controlling the crowd.    

Many people had furious expressions on their faces. Of course, they were not the culprits. They were Mengdieh's loyal fans. They never thought that they would be treated like this!    

The security chief stepped forward and said, "Miss Mengdieh, I'm so sorry!" "Someone told me that there was a dispute in front of the bar, so I went over to take a look …"    

Mengdieh raised her hand and interrupted him, saying, "Go back to your work, you don't have anything else to do here!"    

"But the murderer hasn't …."    

Mengdieh glanced at him, and the latter immediately shut up obediently and led his men to maintain order, questioning him one by one.    

As for Mengdieh, she grew lotuses with every step and walked around the crowd.    

The guests were all surprised. Previously, Mengdieh had never stopped singing and left after that.    

Although something unexpected happened this time, she shouldn't have come down from the stage!    

Under the puzzled gaze of the crowd, Mengdieh walked up to Hu Yiming and stopped.    

"Many thanks!"    

Mengdieh bowed and left, expressing her gratitude.    

"You're too polite, I just happened to notice someone sneaking up on you!"    

"Shall I buy you a drink?"    

After Mengdieh finished her sentence, two bodyguards brought over a plate with a bottle of red wine and two cups.    

The guests were jealous and resentful.    

They had been here for so long, and some of them were never absent. However, they didn't even have the chance to talk to each other. Hu Yiming actually wanted to drink with Mengdieh?    

Just thinking about it made him want to tie Hu Yiming up and cut him into pieces.    

Mengdieh personally woke up the wine. A red liquid flowed down the mouth of the bottle and into the cup.    

He handed one cup to Hu Yiming, then picked up the other cup himself, raised it high and finished it in one gulp.    

"Thanks for the reminder, do you want anything?"    

The guests were stunned. They had never seen Mengdieh drinking before. She only sang and walked in and out, doing nothing else.    

Today was a fortuitous encounter, and he felt that he had no regrets in this life.    

However, what made their hearts clench was that Mengdieh wanted to repay Hu Yiming's reminder!    

This … Something was not right with the development. The guests couldn't help but want to strangle Hu Yiming and then make a request on his behalf.    

Mengdieh was expressionless. She came here to express her gratitude but it was just a formality. As long as Hu Yiming dared to ask for too much, she would immediately fall out with him.    

"I don't have anything I want!"    

"Hu Yiming put the empty glass back in its place," "This glass of 1994 Baudolino is already a thank-you."    

"Besides, you saved yourself. Even without my reminder, the result would have been the same!"    

The customers were all confused. They didn't know what was wrong with Hu Yiming, to actually refuse a great opportunity to get close to Mengdieh.    

He didn't notice the subtle changes in Mengdieh's expression.    

Hu Yiming's three sentences shocked her.    

She knew that the customers in the bar had dirty thoughts about her. She thought that even if Hu Yiming didn't dare to mention it, he would at least be a bit shy because drinking a glass of wine was really not worth mentioning.    

For example, eating dinner together or taking the opportunity to ask for a large sum of money. These were things that she could afford to ask too much of.    

What he didn't expect was that Hu Yiming rejected her directly and didn't care about her thanks at all!?    

And then there was the wine. There were plenty of people who knew of the Baudolino brand, but how many were there that were accurate to their age?    

She didn't believe that Hu Yiming was right because he said one more sentence.    

When she was stabbed on the stage, she only slightly leaned to the side. Normal people wouldn't be able to see her movements, but Hu Yiming clearly saw it.    

However, if not for Hu Yiming's reminder, her reaction would have been slower by half a beat, and her movements would have been much bigger.    

"Do you really reject my thanks?" Mengdieh decided to give Hu Yiming another chance.    

She did not believe that there was someone who had no designs on her.    

Hu Yiming frowned. Whether it was her appearance or singing, this girl was pretty good. She even had kung fu skills.    

This time the guests answered before him.    

"Did I really give you the face to act so shamelessly? Did I use all of my trump cards?"    

"This kind of person is really disgusting!"    

"Don't thank him, Mengdieh. People like him usually ask for too much!"    

Mengdieh was also a bit angry because Hu Yiming didn't look like he had any intention of accepting her thanks!    

It was very embarrassing.    

She felt that it was too noisy, so when she raised her hand, the surroundings immediately quieted down.    

In this bar, she was the queen admired by all.    

"Hurry up, don't let me repeat myself a third time!"    

"Then let's not talk about it anymore!" Hu Yiming's words shocked everyone.    

This … The guests were speechless. They could only observe the goddess that they could not laugh at from afar. She was nothing in front of this person?    

He actually had this kind of attitude!?    

"How can you speak to my young lady?" The attendants behind Mengdieh were also displeased.    

Hu Yiming could tell the moment that person made a move. He was not weak, and would not be able to practice until he had trained for ten years.    

Mengdieh stopped the servant from trying to teach Hu Yiming a lesson and said, "Since you don't want to, then I won't force you." "I'll give you the material the assassin drew for you as a souvenir."    

Mengdieh stretched out her hand and the attendant placed the material on top of it.    

The silk was flawless and white, like a handkerchief, with a blurry cut at one corner.    

Hu Yiming thought for a while and accepted it.    

This piece of cloth was already useless, so he might as well take it with him!    

Seeing Hu Yiming accept it, Mengdieh then smiled and left the hall with her attendants.    

The guests excitedly surrounded him.    

"Bro, are you selling this for a million?"    

"Don't listen to him!" "Bro, let me buy you a drink. My dad is an executive at Universal Logistics, so he can guarantee you a lifetime's worth of food and drinks. As long as you give me clothes and materials!"    

"I have a house in Dolphin Bay. I'll give it to you for the pain …."    

All of them started talking at once towards the silk cloth in Hu Yiming's hand.    

Hu Yiming sneered. This piece of discarded cloth, was it that valuable?    

If he had known earlier, he would have asked Mengdieh to give the dress to him.    

Hu Yiming wouldn't give the cloth to these crazy people, so he said, "Not even one hundred million!"    

Then he left the bar.    

He had already found out that Huixiong had some ulterior motives towards this woman, so he only needed to investigate Mengdieh. There was no need for him to stay here any longer.    

As for the rags, he had no interest in them.    

He walked a little further away and threw the cloth into the trash can beside him.    

As soon as he left, a footman went to the trash can and pulled out a cloth. He reported to the walkie-talkie, "Miss, he threw the cloth you gave him into the trash can!"    

"Oh?" "No need to follow me, come back!"    

The corners of Mengdieh's mouth curled up in a smile as she felt it was extremely interesting.