A Billion Stars Can't Amount to You

A familiar scent instantly enveloped her from behind.

Ji Yi was stunned for a moment, thinking it was an illusion. She was stunned for a moment but then turned her head back.

He Jichen happened to be looking back at her with his head lowered, wearing a white shirt.

Ji Yi was stunned again when their gazes suddenly met then she asked in disbelief, “How come you’re here?”

He Jichen’s eyes quivered slightly when he heard Ji Yi’s voice, but he didn’t reply to what she said. Instead, he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back behind him. Then he raised his head and looked at the drunk middle-aged man ahead.

The middle-aged man stared at He Jichen who popped out of nowhere and said in annoyance, “Who are you? I saw this lady first. Even if you want some, first come first serve...”

Before the middle-aged man could finish, He Jichen punched him hard on the face.

The middle-aged man was pushed two steps back by the punch as his words turned into a shriek. He felt some wetness in his nostrils, quickly followed by a trickle of hot liquid. He instinctively raised his hand to wipe his nose and saw the red on his fingers. Then he started screeching, making a fuss about nothing. “I’m telling you... it’s a crime to hit someone. When the police get here, they’ll fine you at least a thousand, no that’s not right...”

As the middle-aged man spoke, he pointed over at Ji Yi, who He Jichen dragged behind him. “... I’ll also report that lady, so it won’t be as simple as a thousand. They’ll keep ya’ll in custody...”

He Jichen’s fist smashed into the middle-aged man’s face hard again.

This time, he didn’t give him any chance to ease up. After the punch landed, he grabbed his collar and punched him violently again.

He Jichen punched the middle-aged man six whole times before he stopped.

He clutched the middle-aged man’s collar and stared at the blue, swollen face he just punched. Then his tone of voice turned cold. “A thousand yuan per punch? Do you want me to give you three more punches to make it even?”

As he said this, He Jichen raised his hand again.

By instinct, the middle-aged man raised his hands to cover his head then started to shake his head.

“Apologize!” He Jichen pushed the middle-aged man in front of Ji Yi.

The middle-aged man didn’t say anything, so He Jichen raised his foot and kicked him, almost making him crouch in front of Ji Yi. “Apologize!”

The middle-aged man was so afraid that he trembled with fear and immediately cried out, “Sorry!”

With that, the middle-aged man was afraid He Jichen was going to hit him again as he ran over to Ji Yi’s side.

The middle-aged man drank too much – he ran while swaying back and forth and bumped into the wall, making a “Dong!” sound.

Ji Yi couldn’t help but glance back at the middle-aged man as he disappeared around the corner, into the restrooms. Then she turned her head and looked over at He Jichen.

There was blood on his hands. It must’ve been blood from the middle-aged man’s nose.

Ji Yi pulled out some tissues from her pocket and handed them to He Jichen.

He Jichen was stunned for a moment until Ji Yi’s gaze fell to his hands again. That was when he noticed the blood and quickly took the tissue. “Thank you,” he said in a quiet voice.

He raised his head while wiping his hands then looked at Ji Yi, who was standing in front of him.