Ye Luo picked up his wine glass, nodded at Shi Yanran and downed it in one gulp.

"Don’t chug red wine like that," Shi Yanran chuckled softly, "you think it’s beer?"

Watching Ye Luo finish his drink in one go, Shi Yanran couldn’t help but playfully laugh, sipping gently from her own glass.

"In my eyes, this red wine is no different from tap water."

Ye Luo curled his lip and started eating without any concern for maintaining a gentlemanly image.

Mingyue, standing by, rolled her eyes at Ye Luo’s behavior, her gaze filled with disdain.

"I’m going to the restroom."

After a while, Shi Yanran got up and said she was heading to the restroom, while Ye Luo continued to eat.

"Can’t you be a little more concerned about your image, show some gentlemanly grace?"

Mingyue couldn’t hold back any longer, watching and speaking to Ye Luo.

"Gentlemanly grace? What’s that, can you eat it?"

Ye Luo looked at Mingyue blankly, and she was immediately deflated by the retort.

"I see you’re nothing but a rogue," Mingyue pouted, "I really don’t know what Miss Shi sees in you, dining here with you at a candlelight dinner. It’s like a fresh flower stuck in cow dung."

"Are you calling me cow dung?"

Ye Luo’s gaze turned towards Mingyue.

"Who is what is clear in one’s heart." Mingyue raised her head and looked away.

Smack!

A sharp sound suddenly rang out, and Mingyue’s pretty face turned red as she covered her ample behind, angrily staring at Ye Luo.

"Jerk, what are you doing?"

"Who told you to call me cow dung, this is just a little punishment for you."

Ye Luo smirked as he continued with his meal.

"Jerk, hooligan, you..."

Mingyue clenched her fists, glaring furiously at Ye Luo, wishing she could kill the bastard. Her backside, which had never been touched before, had been violated by this man, and even slapped—it was outrageously contemptible.

"By the way, forgot to mention, great feel—very bouncy and quite substantial, good for bearing sons."

Ye Luo smiled at Mingyue as he said that.

In a flash, Mingyue felt like exploding, but Shi Yanran had just returned, so she forcibly contained herself, striving to regain a calm expression.

"Mingyue, what’s wrong with you?"

Shi Yanran noticed Mingyue’s odd expression and couldn’t help but ask.

"It’s nothing."

Mingyue forced a smile and replied.

Half an hour later, the dinner came to a smooth conclusion, and Shi Yanran looked at Ye Luo, saying, "Ye Luo, my Capital City concert is starting in a month. Will you have time to come?"

"A concert, huh? I got it, if I’m free, I’ll definitely support you."

Ye Luo thought for a moment and replied.

"Good, I will be waiting for you in Capital City. Make sure you come and don’t disappoint me, okay?"

Shi Yanran smiled faintly, her eyes twinkling with an unusual glint as she spoke to Ye Luo.

Just then, Shi Yanran’s face suddenly turned pale, her body trembled, and she fainted.

"Miss!"

Seeing this, the loyal guard’s expression changed instantly, rushing forward and exclaiming with a look of concern.

Ye Luo’s eyes narrowed, and he quickly embraced Shi Yanran, placing one hand on her pulse. His eyes suddenly sharpened, and the Clairvoyant Eye flared open. Scanning her body, his gaze flickered with a hint of shock.

"Mr. Ye, how is the young lady?"

The loyal old man asked, looking at Ye Luo.

"It’s nothing."

Ye Luo said flatly, flicking a Silver Needle into a spot on Shi Yanran’s chest. With a slight twist, she slowly regained consciousness.

"I... I fainted again?"

Shi Yanran asked, rotating her eyes.

"Do you often faint like this?"

Ye Luo inquired, looking at Shi Yanran.

"Mm, it used to happen suddenly once a week, and then I’d quickly wake up on my own without knowing why."

Shi Yanran nodded.

The loyal old man’s expression changed slightly, and Ye Luo, noticing his expression, seemed to understand something.

"Is this some kind of illness?"

Shi Yanran asked Ye Luo, unable to resist asking.

Ye Luo smiled, "No, your body is very healthy, you’re not sick."

"Oh, then I’m relieved." Shi Yanran’s face recovered a trace of her smile.

Shortly after, Ye Luo led Shi Yanran and the others out of the restaurant and outside. Just as Shi Yanran was about to get into the Bentley, Ye Luo’s brows furrowed, and his body sprung forward.

He grabbed Shi Yanran and retreated backward while shouting, "Everyone, back off, there’s a bomb!"

Upon hearing Ye Luo’s voice, Mingyue and the other guards all changed their expressions, quickly moving back.

Boom boom boom!

Three thunderous explosions roared, and the Bentley along with two Mercedes cars burst into flames. The powerful shockwave spread out, and some of those who retreated slowly were blown away. Shi Yanran was unharmed under Ye Luo’s protection, though her pretty face turned pale.

"Protect the young lady!"

At that moment, the loyal old guard shouted deeply, and the others drew their weapons, warily watching their surroundings.

Soon, two figures approached slowly, both dressed in black robes with black masks, exuding a cold aura.

They walked lightly, and as they drew near, the guards protecting Shi Yanran felt a suffocating oppression enveloping them, as if a mountain bore down upon them.

Ye Luo’s gaze was fixed on the two individuals, his eyes revealing both wariness and astonishment.

The strength of these two was even greater than that of the loyal old guard, perhaps they had reached the Late Stage of the Innate Realm, true top-tier fighters. Such masters rarely appeared in the secular world, and he hadn’t expected them tonight, yet Ye Luo recognized the emblem on their bodies as members of the Maple Leaf Organization.

To capture a woman like Shi Yanran, deploying two such top-tier fighters seemed inconceivable, but now Ye Luo understood the situation and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

These people are truly ruthless...

"Mr. Ye, I’ll hold them off. You take the young lady and leave immediately," said the loyal old guard, his voice heavy.

"No, you can’t hold them off by yourself."

Ye Luo frowned slightly as he spoke.

"These two are Black Mask Protectors from the Maple Leaf Organization, both with the strength of the Innate Late Stage. If you don’t take the young lady and leave, she might very well be captured by them."

The old guard spoke gravely.

"Can you take on one of them?"

Ye Luo asked the old guard.

"That... I can." He paused. "What are you thinking of doing? Surely you can’t mean to take on the other one—you’re just..."

The old guard looked at Ye Luo, his expression changing repeatedly, finding it hard to believe that Ye Luo could handle a master of the Innate Late Stage.