After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 69: Don’t Cry

The girl in his arms buried her head in his chest, her whole body radiating helpless panic, like he was the only person she could trust. Her soft, slender waist couldn’t even fill his hand.

Bo Jingmo’s gaze darkened, and he tightened his arms around her without making a sound, slowly pulling her closer into his embrace. A part of his heart felt like it had been filled up with something, a hard-to-describe sense of contentment and joy swirling through him.

He narrowed his eyes, a look of satisfaction creeping into them. His chin brushed lightly against the top of her head—an unmistakable display of possessiveness.

The drunken man’s face twisted with rage when he saw someone interfering with his fun. He pointed at Bo Jingmo and cursed, “What the hll does this have to do with you? F** off!”

But the man opposite him just lifted his eyes slightly and cast a glance his way—calm and indifferent. That look, filled with condescending disdain, was like the deep ocean: dark, unfathomable, hiding an oppressive coldness beneath its surface.

The drunken man instantly sobered. His lips trembled, the hand he had raised now trembling midair.

Years of navigating the workplace had sharpened his instincts—he could tell that this young man wasn’t someone to mess with.

Bo Jingmo’s lips curled slightly, though there wasn’t a trace of a smile in his eyes. His tone was polite and warm, his voice rich and textured: “Apologies. She’s my girlfriend. It’s her first day at work, so she’s a little nervous. I’ll compensate you for the cost of your clothes—will that be alright?”

So polite?

The man frowned suspiciously, his gaze flicking between the two of them.

If the girl was working part-time here, she probably didn’t come from a wealthy family. The guy looked a little odd, but he still let his girlfriend work here. Could be just a regular couple.

If that’s the case…

A sleazy grin instantly spread across the drunken man’s face.

But the next second, a group of burly men in suits silently surrounded him.

The man froze, still foggy from the alcohol. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, one of them grabbed his jaw and stuffed a wad of cloth into it—fast, rough, practiced.

“Mm!!”

His eyes widened in shock. Then someone clamped a hand around his throat, cutting off even his muffled protests. Not a sound escaped.

His face turned red, mouth forced wide open. The shock and fear in his eyes were impossible to hide.

And then—his pupils contracted in horror. One of the suited men suddenly spoke, and the voice that came out of his mouth… was identical to his own!

“She’s your girlfriend? Sure. Then as her boyfriend, you can clean up the mess. But I want double compensation—or this won’t be over.”

Hearing his own voice come from someone else’s mouth, the drunken man froze completely.

What the f***?! What the hell is this?!

His shocked gaze locked on Bo Jingmo. That man still wore the same warm, refined expression, his eyes slightly curved, voice steady and reassuring.

“Of course. I’ll compensate you for your clothes. Please go with the other waiter to get it recorded, alright? I’ll send you the money shortly.”

The drunken man was stunned. But as he met the man’s calm, unreadable eyes, his face went deathly pale. That’s when it hit him—these suited men were with that guy!

Panic surged. He struggled instinctively, but the men quickly yanked his arms behind his back with rough force.

The one who had mimicked his voice turned back with a smile, speaking respectfully in yet another voice:

“Sir, please come with me. I’ll take you to register the incident.”

“Mm!! Mm!!”

No! These people weren’t bar staff at all!

The drunken man shook his head in terror, desperate eyes looking to the other servers passing by, silently begging them to call the police.

But all of them kept their heads down, pretending not to see anything, clutching their trays as they hurried past.

By all logic, a bar with decent security wouldn’t let people just walk off with a customer—especially one who was a member and spent tens of thousands daily.

Unless…

His pupils shook, ears ringing, legs heavy like they were filled with lead. There was only one thought in his head.

He was f***ed. He’d messed with someone he never should’ve touched.

Yu Li stayed huddled in the man’s arms, flinching slightly as the sound of footsteps faded into the distance.

Her hands clutched tightly at the hem of his shirt, her glowing white fingertips trembling, radiating vulnerability and helplessness. Her voice was shaky, still laced with sobs from crying.

“...He’s gone?”

Bo Jingmo lowered his eyes to her hand gripping his shirt but didn’t answer. There was a sick kind of satisfaction in his eyes.

After a long silence, he finally pushed the emotions down, slowly loosening his embrace. “Yeah,” he said. “He’s gone.”

As he spoke, he gently removed the coat from atop her head.

Her soft, jet-black hair was a little messy, some damp strands clinging to her smooth cheek. She looked up, dazed and unsure, a flush still lingering on the tip of her nose and around her eyes. Her bright, teary eyes stared straight at him.

The light seemed too harsh for her. She instinctively squinted, long lashes fluttering. A tear hanging at the corner of her eye finally slid down, catching the light like crystal as it trailed to her chin, making her look even more fragile and pitiful.

Bo Jingmo’s hand, still holding the coat, suddenly tightened, the knuckles turning white.

His breathing deepened unconsciously. The darkness in his eyes swelled with desire, frustration clenching in his chest, desperate for release.

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His body felt like it wasn’t under his control anymore, moving purely on instinct.

He reached out, fingers brushing away the tear, his knuckles grazing her cheek. When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse beyond recognition:

“It’s okay now. Don’t cry.”

Feeling the gentle caress, Yu Li’s lashes fluttered. She quickly took a step back, raised a hand to wipe her face messily, and whispered with her head down, biting her lip, “Thank you, Senior...”

The soft touch slipped from his fingers. Bo Jingmo’s hand paused almost imperceptibly, a faint heaviness sinking into his chest.

A flicker of emotion crossed his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a faint smile. “It’s fine. Good thing I hadn’t left yet. Running into someone like that really is a pain.”

His voice softened, persuasive and patient. “You’ll run into guys like that a lot working here. See how no one helped you just now? That means this bar isn’t safe.”

Boss Cen, who was ordered not to intervene: “……”

Yu Li’s eyes were still red as she bit her lip and said nothing. She looked up at him, voice tinged with helplessness. “I don’t have a choice, Senior. It took a lot for me to get this job. Without it, I don’t have any way to support myself.”

Bo Jingmo’s gaze flickered. His fingertips rubbed together slightly, then he suddenly spoke, gentle and calm:

“Then how about… I find a job for you?”