This statement was incredibly brave, and everyone around listening wanted to give Lu Ming a thumbs-up.
Although everyone knew Jia Wenhao was being overly sentimental, no one dared to say it to his face. They had to be cautious even when speaking about him behind his back.
No one expected Lu Ming, a mere security guard, to directly confront Jia Wenhao.
Putting aside everything else, his courage alone was something an ordinary person couldn't possess.
Amazing!
Jia Wenhao was clearly stunned. No one had ever dared to speak to him like this before.
After a three-second pause.
Jia Wenhao suddenly came to his senses, furious.
"Geneva! You scumbag, you're looking for death!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand to strike Lu Ming's face. But at that moment, Ma Xiaoling walked over with two cups of water.
"Jia Wenhao, what are you doing?"
Hearing Ma Xiaoling's voice, Jia Wenhao immediately calmed down.
He coughed and said with a smile, "Oh, Xiaoling, is this your new friend? I was just greeting your new friend."
Greeting?
His raised hand clearly indicated he was about to strike.
Ma Xiaoling's expression turned displeased as she said, "Stay away from my friend!"
"Fine, I'll stay away then." Jia Wenhao gave Lu Ming one last glare and whispered in his ear, "Hillbilly, this is your last warning. Ma Xiaoling is my future wife, Jia Wenhao. You'd better scram. If I ever see you with Ma Xiaoling again, I'll break both your legs!"
With that.
He took a few steps back, shrugged, and said, "Xiaoling, your friend seems a bit dull. A man like that can't be relied on."
Then, Jia Wenhao laughed wildly and left the hall.
Ma Xiaoling returned to her seat indignantly, handed the water to Lu Ming, and said, "Don't mind him, he's just an extremely annoying person."
Lu Ming smiled, "He said you're his future wife, that he's chosen you."
"Pfft!" Ma Xiaoling said crossly, "He always talks nonsense, which makes my relationships at school terrible. The male classmates in my class are afraid to talk to me, for fear of getting beaten up."
Such things were not uncommon.
They chatted and laughed as time passed, and soon, the time for the dance arrived.
The school staff checked everyone's invitations, and after confirming they were in order, the dance officially began.
Although it was called a dance, the school's ambitions were evident everywhere.
By hosting such a dance, the school aimed to showcase its strength, letting other schools see how many remarkable individuals they had.
Furthermore, it was to build closer relationships with students from these prominent families, who could bring significant benefits to the school once they entered society.
The dance officially commenced.
Lu Ming, dressed in a black tuxedo, stood alone in a corner, inconspicuous.
Seeing this, Jia Wenhao was pleased.
He nodded and said, "Hmph, he actually has some self-awareness. After I taught him a lesson this afternoon, he's finally behaved. Look at him, so timid. How could Xiaoling possibly like him? Hilarious."
Before he finished speaking, a girl in a white evening gown emerged.
She was pure and moving, like a lotus emerging from water.
"So beautiful!"
Jia Wenhao's jaw nearly dropped. This person was none other than Ma Xiaoling! Tonight, Ma Xiaoling was exquisitely made up, stunningly beautiful.
After all, a woman adorns herself for the one she loves.
While Ma Xiaoling usually dressed up, she had never been as meticulously groomed as tonight. It was evident she was very happy tonight, perhaps even wanting to capture someone's heart.
"She must want to capture my heart!" Jia Wenhao shamelessly declared. "Haha, Xiaoling knows she was wrong and deliberately put on beautiful makeup to please me, hahahaha."
In reality...
Ma Xiaoling walked past Jia Wenhao without even glancing at him, leaving him standing there awkwardly.
Extremely awkward.
Ma Xiaoling walked directly to Lu Ming's side.
She smiled and extended her hand to Lu Ming.
Normally, it was the man who would take the initiative to extend his hand to a woman, inviting her to dance, and the woman would be the one invited. But at this moment, Ma Xiaoling put aside her feminine reserve and proactively invited Lu Ming to dance!
This scene envied everyone present.
"What the hell, who is that guy? How did he get the aloof Ma Xiaoling to lower herself and invite him to dance!"
"Look, Ma Xiaoling is smiling so brightly. It's obvious she really likes that guy."
"This is big news, incredibly big news! Hurry up and take more photos!"
Others, who loved to watch a spectacle, cast meaningful glances at Jia Wenhao, filled with mockery, disdain, sympathy, and pity.
"What do you think Jia Wenhao is feeling right now?"
"Hahahaha, it must be agonizing."
"He always boasted that Ma Xiaoling was his future wife, and now his wife is actively dancing with someone else right in front of him. It's hilarious."
Hearing the various sarcastic remarks, Jia Wenhao's already fragile heart could barely bear it.
He resentfully downed a glass of red wine.
"Lu Ming, you're asking for it!"
Jia Wenhao beckoned to his lackeys, and they swarmed around.
Jia Wenhao said, "When the music starts, all of you go to the center of the dance floor and dance. Surround Lu Ming in the middle, and as you dance, beat him severely! I want to beat the man she likes to a pulp right in front of Ma Xiaoling!"
A warning to others.
He wanted to make an example of Lu Ming to warn the crowd.
Soon, the melodious dance music began to play, and the students knew what this meant. They paired up and walked onto the dance floor, twirling to the music.
Lu Ming and Ma Xiaoling also entered the dance floor.
At this moment, Ma Xiaoling was ecstatic, feeling it was the happiest moment of her life.
If she could remain like this with Lu Ming forever, she would be willing to die.
However.
As they danced, the students began to feel something was amiss.
Jia Wenhao's lackeys had also entered the dance floor, their faces fierce, eyes bulging, staring intently at Lu Ming.
Ignoring everyone else, they pushed people aside and gradually surrounded Lu Ming.
Finally, everyone realized they were targeting Lu Ming!
The moment was ripe.
A lackey discreetly pulled out a utility knife and, amidst the swaying crowd, viciously slashed towards Lu Ming's thigh! This strike was meant to draw blood.
But how could the Dragon Warlord be so easily bullied?
Before the knife could get close, Lu Ming, in sync with the dance steps, retreated two steps with Ma Xiaoling, then spun around and kicked forcefully with his heel.
His heel struck the lower edge of the utility knife, causing it to spin and embed itself into the lackey's own thigh!
"Mmmph~~"
The lackey covered his mouth, tears streaming down his face from the pain.
Failure.
He retreated, but the other lackeys pressed forward.
Amidst the lilting music, on the romantic dance floor, a bloody conflict was unfolding.
Yet, Ma Xiaoling noticed nothing. Her eyes were solely on Lu Ming.
She was completely immersed in the dance.
She enjoyed the moment.