As the saying goes, the face reflects the heart.¹
Li Wen’s personality matches her looks—she’s straightforward, decisive, and doesn’t mince words.
When she doesn’t like someone, she won’t beat around the bush or play hard-to-get like some girls do, afraid of hurting the other person’s pride with harsh words. Take this Korean star, Choi Dae-won—Li Wen made her feelings abundantly clear. And when the man still had the nerve to shamelessly push his way back in, she stopped being polite and gave him the cold shoulder.
Choi Dae-won clearly hadn’t expected Li Wen to be so headstrong, or to embarrass him so publicly in a venue full of big-name stars. So when she raised her voice, his face flushed with awkwardness and more than a hint of humiliated fury.
Even a clay statue has a temper—let alone a big-shot celebrity like him.
He had countless female fans, was adored wherever he went, and was used to being treated like the center of attention. Never in his life had he been rejected so bluntly and publicly, especially with such harsh words.
Show some respect?
Haven’t I been respectful enough to you, woman?
I’ve held back my temper, patiently and politely pursued you for all this time—and that’s not respect enough?
If it were any other woman, I’d have sealed the deal in no time. But you just have to string me along!
Because of Li Wen’s sudden outburst, not only did Jiang Fei, Gao Qinyuan, and Li Lu hear it, but quite a few Western stars at the cocktail party were also drawn by the commotion, casting curious glances their way.
Trouble and harassment at an event like this weren’t exactly a common sight.
So, under the weight of those strange looks, Choi Dae-won—so used to being adored and now humiliated—grew visibly more agitated.
“Wenwen, don’t make a scene.” Choi took a deep breath, forcing back the anger that was threatening to boil over in his eyes. Arrogant as he might be, he wasn’t stupid.
If he caused trouble at an occasion like this, his career and future would suffer greatly.
Especially since he’d recently shifted his focus to the Chinese market—he absolutely couldn’t afford a public scandal with Li Wen.
In his view, Chinese people were numerous and wealthy, and as long as nothing went wrong, the money flowed easily. With China’s entertainment market booming, it wasn’t just South Korea—even Western countries and Hollywood were eyeing the Chinese market. The fact that this fashion show’s theme was Chinese elements was partly due to how massive that market had become.
“I’m not making a scene—I’m being serious with you!” Li Wen wasn’t buying it.
Choi’s face darkened to the point of dripping. He reached out again, forcefully gripping Li Wen’s wrist, and said in a low voice, “Come! Let’s go talk over there. Stop disturbing other people—they’re going to laugh at us.”
At over 1.8 meters tall and in great shape—likely with visible abs—Choi wasn’t weak. When he got serious and braced himself, Li Wen couldn’t easily break free.
“Let go of me! Let go right now—I have nothing to say to you!” Li Wen struggled with all her might, using both hands, but she couldn’t get free.
She was tall, and in high heels she was no shorter than Choi, but a woman’s strength couldn’t compare to a man’s. She felt like her wrist was clamped in handcuffs—there was no resisting.
Choi, however, kept his face deliberately calm, even forcing a faint smile as he wrapped his other arm around her waist, playing the part of a boyfriend soothing his upset girlfriend.
“Don’t be like that. Let’s go talk over there…” Choi said in a level voice.
The entire conversation was in Mandarin, so the foreign guests couldn’t understand what was happening. As for the Chinese celebrities present, most of them knew Li Wen and Choi from the media’s reports about their supposed “relationship,” so they genuinely assumed it was just a couple’s spat and didn’t feel comfortable stepping in.
After all, who wants to meddle in a lover’s quarrel?
Just as Li Wen was about to be dragged off by Choi’s brute force, Gao Qinyuan and Li Lu—who knew the real story—couldn’t just stand by. Gao Qinyuan stepped forward first, grabbing her best friend’s arm, and glared at Choi. “Choi Dae-won, what are you doing?! Can’t you see Wenwen said she has nothing to say to you and doesn’t want to talk? Let go of her!”
It had already taken everything Choi had to suppress his anger. Now with someone else butting in, he couldn’t hold back anymore. Without thinking, he snapped coldly, “Who are you? What business is it of yours when I’m talking to Wenwen? Go away!”
Gao Qinyuan, who already disliked this guy, was furious. “I’m Wenwen’s best friend! And I am making this my business!”
With that, she reached out to help Li Wen pry Choi’s right hand off, trying to free her.
Choi, now enraged, didn’t hold back. He shoved Gao Qinyuan’s shoulder with his other hand and muttered under his breath, “Get lost, you bitch!”
Gao Qinyuan and Li Wen—both tall beauties—had been out and about, so naturally they were wearing heels. Plus, she was leaning down to pry at Choi’s hand, so the shove caught her off guard. She stumbled, nearly falling flat on her backside.
Just then, a warm, strong hand caught her waist, absorbing all her backward momentum and steadying her.
“Thanks.” She turned to see the man who’d appeared behind her and gave him a grateful, still-shaken look.
The one who’d stepped in at just the right moment to catch her was, of course, the chivalrous Jiang Fei.
“No problem.” Jiang Fei shook his head. Then he turned his gaze—still smiling—toward Choi Dae-won, the Korean singer-star, and said in an innocent tone, “Why don’t you let her go? Forcing a woman like this isn’t what a real man should do.”
While Choi didn’t really know Gao Qinyuan, he at least found her vaguely familiar, recognizing her as someone from the entertainment world. But Jiang Fei—him, he truly didn’t know.
And judging by his clothes and demeanor, he didn’t seem like he was in showbiz either.
Having been hassled repeatedly, Choi finally lost it. Glaring at Jiang Fei, who was blocking his way, he snarled with bloodshot eyes, “This is a private matter between us—it’s none of your business! Get out of my way right now, or don’t blame me for what happens next!”
Another threat!
Jiang Fei, who hated being threatened, hadn’t originally planned to make a big deal of it. But upon hearing that, he folded his arms, made no move to step aside, and flashed his signature mocking smirk. “Sorry, I don’t know how to ‘get out of the way.’ Why don’t you show me first? Or, if you’d rather not, go ahead and ‘not blame me for what happens next’!”
He’d been itching for a reason to take this Korean jerk down a peg. Not only was he shamelessly hitting on a Chinese beauty, but he was also acting all arrogant, like some tyrannical CEO. Jiang Fei just hadn’t had a valid excuse to teach him a lesson.
After all, he wasn’t that close to Li Wen, and her relationship with this guy was complicated. But now that this jerk was threatening him, Jiang Fei had every right to get rough.
“Damn it! You’re asking for it!” Choi Dae-won—who’d been holding on to his sanity by a thread—finally snapped, forgetting all about time and place.
Relying on his tall, muscular build—which he assumed gave him a combat advantage—he threw a punch straight at Jiang Fei’s head.
I’ll teach this clueless punk to mess with me first!
Just some nobody not even in showbiz—no influence, no fanbase. Even if he got beaten up, so what? Even if the media got wind of it, he could always spin some sob story, play the victim, and maybe even gain sympathy from his fans while boosting his publicity.
Choi had it all planned out—meticulously and thoroughly.
But he forgot one thing: whether he could actually land that punch…
Choi threw his punch with full force, confident that one blow would send Jiang Fei’s teeth flying and turn his face into a swollen mess—then he’d think twice about playing hero.
Thud!
The punch was blocked.
Less than ten centimeters from Jiang Fei’s face, Jiang Fei’s right hand had shot up out of nowhere, perfectly intercepting the blow and firmly gripping Choi’s fist.
Choi pushed with all his might, but it was useless. He was in the exact same position as Li Wen a moment ago—completely trapped, unable to budge an inch. It felt like he wasn’t facing a man at all, but a mountain—immovable and unshakable.
To his credit, Choi reacted quickly. Too stunned to even process how Jiang Fei could be so strong, he instinctively let go of Li Wen with his other hand, balled it into a fist, and threw another punch at Jiang Fei to break free from the deadlock.
Jiang Fei’s expression didn’t change. He didn’t even raise his other hand to defend.
Instead, he simply tightened his grip on Choi’s fist—just a little.
Crunch—
It sounded like bones cracking. Choi’s fist seemed to deform in Jiang Fei’s grasp, the bones grinding together. The searing pain was so intense that Choi couldn’t even complete his half-thrown punch. He froze, his manly facade crumbling as he let out a blood-curdling scream.
“Let… let go! Please, let go!” Choi’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat, his face red and contorted in agony as he stared at Jiang Fei, crying out.
“Back when someone else told you to let go, you didn’t. Now you want me to?” Jiang Fei said with a cold smirk. He glanced sideways at Li Wen and Gao Qinyuan. “Should I let him go?”
Li Wen, who’d nearly been knocked down and had her wrist bruised red, didn’t want Jiang Fei to let go. She and Gao Qinyuan were both itching to kick this scumbag themselves.
But they quickly urged Jiang Fei to release him.
The commotion had not only drawn a crowd of celebrities from the cocktail party but had also alerted hotel security, who rushed over immediately.
“Jiang Fei, let it go. Just this once,” Gao Qinyuan said, stepping up to tug at his arm.
They were abroad, at a London fashion show hotel. If things really escalated, the trouble wouldn’t be trivial. Especially if Jiang Fei injured someone and Choi ended up in the hospital for a medical exam—he could easily frame Jiang Fei and make things even more complicated.
Jiang Fei didn’t overthink it. Seeing both women ask him to let go, he relented and released Choi. “Consider yourself lucky,” he said.
But Jiang Fei’s “lucky” wasn’t exactly lucky.
The moment he let go, Choi was already in tears, his entire face purple. The hand Jiang Fei had gripped was visibly deformed. The pain was so excruciating he couldn’t even stand steady, cradling his injured hand against his chest and doubling over—his face contorted like someone constipated, veins bulging on his forehead.
It hurt!
Choi genuinely felt like his hand had been ruined.
“Sir, what happened here? Do you need an ambulance?” The hotel lobby manager approached, looking at Choi’s pained state with concern.
Choi raised his flushed face and glared at Jiang Fei with hatred. “Arrest this attacker first and hand him over to the police! If my hand is permanently damaged, I’ll make sure he spends the rest of his life in prison!”
The hotel security team was now in a tough spot.
Everyone present was a big-name celebrity from various countries—public figures with influence.
They couldn’t just arrest anyone carelessly. One wrong move and the fallout would be huge and hard to contain.
But Choi’s next words made their decision much easier.
“This guy came out of nowhere—he’s not even a celebrity, and he’s not on the fashion show’s invitation list! So why aren’t you doing something?!”
Not a star?
Not on the invitation list?
That made things simple.
If he wasn’t a celebrity and had assaulted someone, taking him to the police station would be perfectly justified.
“Sir, please show us your invitation. If you don’t have one, we’ll need you to come with us to the police station,” the manager said sternly, looking at Jiang Fei.
Gao Qinyuan and Li Wen wouldn’t have it.
The long-legged supermodel Li Wen stepped up first, pressing close to Jiang Fei, and explained to the manager, “Mr. Jiang is my friend—I invited him to accompany me. Here’s my invitation… And Mr. Jiang didn’t assault anyone—it was Mr. Choi who was harassing me relentlessly. Jiang Fei stepped in to help!”
But Choi’s injuries looked severe and urgent, so the manager had no choice but to steel himself and say, “Regardless of how it started, this gentleman has injured someone, so he must come to the station. That is the law of the United Kingdom…”
