Chapter 301 You Have No Choice (1)

"How can this be? Who is so arrogant?"

Wen'er slammed the table, furious, like a little adult.

Mu Zhongqing sighed and said, "Wen'er, forget it. Don't argue when you go out. It's better to have less trouble than more. Let's go!"

Although Caiwei was indignant, she was with her parents and family, so she didn't want to cause trouble. She had to pick up Wu'er and go downstairs with her parents.

As soon as they went down the stairs, the guests who were cleared out of the private rooms were coming down one after another. Everyone complained, and occasionally one or two were glad that they had eaten a meal for free.

Mu Zhongqing and his family followed the crowd to the door of the restaurant. Just as they were about to leave, a group of Liaodan people came from the opposite side.

The leader was tall and strong as an ox. He wore a black wide-waisted robe with snow wolf fur on the cuffs and collar. He wore an eagle ring on his left ear and a scimitar on his waist. His eyes were as deep as the abyss. A hideous scar ran through his left cheek, which ruined his originally handsome appearance and added a bit of cold-blooded cruelty.

Behind that man was a group of Liaodan people with braided hair and colorful beads, wearing fancy clothes. They were laughing wantonly and talking loudly in Liaodan language. They all had scimitars commonly used by Liaodan people hanging on their waists.

Further back were some tall and strong Liaodan guards, and among the guards were a dozen young girls with heavy makeup, all dressed like people from the Great Jin Dynasty. They looked like prostitutes.

The group had already walked to the door of the restaurant and met the guests who were walking out.

"Get out!"

A Liaodan man shouted at the diners opposite him.

Many guests were frightened by their ferocious appearance. Although they were indignant, they dared not say anything and had to retreat to the side. Mrs. Du also hurriedly pulled the children back. Mu Zhongqing looked at his wife, then at the children, sighed, and also retreated to the back.

Caiwei had long passed the age of blood and vigor, and would not lose her mind because of someone else's words or attitude, so she also calmly held Wu'er and followed her parents to hide by the door.

For a while, the door was cleared cleanly, and the Liaodan man in the lead strode in, followed by the group of Liaodan people in fancy brocade robes. The prostitutes followed in small steps, and the bursts of strong fragrance on their bodies instantly spread throughout the restaurant, and lasted for a long time. The Liaodan guards finished.

After the group came in, the original diners went out one after another, and Caiwei also held Wu'er and walked out. As she was walking, just as she stepped over the threshold, an arm suddenly appeared in front of her.

She raised her head and saw a Liaodan man wearing a dark blue brocade robe and a string of beeswax hanging around his neck. He was the one who had just scolded everyone. He said stiffly in the unfamiliar Dajin dialect: "Woman, our master invites you to drink!" Caiwei turned her head in surprise and saw the man with a scar on his face standing on the stairs, looking at her wantonly, with eagle-like eyes with innate sharpness and arrogance. When he saw Caiwei looking back at him, he grinned and smiled at Caiwei. That smile reminded Caiwei of the look of a wild wolf on the grassland when it saw a rabbit. She shrank back, not wanting to cause trouble, so she smiled apologetically and said to the man in the dark blue brocade robe: "I'm sorry, I can't drink!"

Seeing their daughter being harassed, Mu Zhongqing and Du Shi walked over quickly, with a humble look on their faces, and begged the big man: "Hero, my daughter is still young and can't drink yet, please be gracious and let her go!"

Caiwei was very uncomfortable with her parents' humble attitude. Her ideal was to let her parents live gloriously in front of the world and be admired and worshipped by thousands of people. Now she saw them trying to please a rude foreigner for her, and her heart couldn't help but feel uncomfortable and distressed.