<h4>Chapter 246: The Application of ”Domestic Violence” II</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    The long-awaited performance ended in less than an hour. The crowd before the stage dispersed but did not leave the bar just yet.


    Lu Zhaoyang waited for Lin Yazhi at her seat for awhile but did not see her.


    She could hear Lin Yazhi singing with the band recently, so why was she not back yet?


    Lu Zhaoyang took their belongings with her and went to the stage but did not see her.


    She felt a little panicked and started asking around. Perhaps Lin Yazhi had gone backstage to get an autograph.


    Lu Zhaoyang then left for the backstage. She walked around the dimly lit corridor and walked past the asional staff. When she reached a door that was marked as an anteroom, she knocked on the door.


    “Is anyone there?”


    She stood by the door and looked around her. The people in the bar was a mixed bag. Her colleague had better stay out of trouble!


    The door opened.


    “Who are you looking for, miss?”


    Lu Zhaoyang saw that it was the bearded singer. She took a quick nce and noticed that there was no one else in the room.


    Perhaps Lin Yazhi was not here after all.


    “Hello. May I know if any fans came to ask for your autograph earlier tonight?”


    “There is no autograph session tonight, but since you’re already here, I can give you a hand if you want.” He smiled and stood to the side. “My pen is inside, pleasee in.”


    Lu Zhaoyang looked at Lin Yazhi’s bag that she was carrying. She would surely be delighted if she got the man’s autograph for her.


    “That would be much appreciated. Let me see what I have for the autograph.”


    She opened Lin Yazhi’s bag, found a tiny notebook, and went inside the anteroom hesitantly.


    The moment she stepped into the room, the man shut the door. She frowned in response but did not think much of it. After all, privacy must be important for artists.


    She sat by the coffee table and put the notebook on the table, but arge handnded on her hand before she could pull it back.


    “My dear, what would you offer in exchange for an autograph?”


    His coarse palm rubbed against the back of her hand. Lu Zhaoyang felt disgusted and nearly threw up her dinner.


    She tried to pull her hand back but could not escape his grip.


    “Let me go!” Lu Zhaoyang yelled firmly. “How could you do this? As a public figure, what will your fans and the media think of you?!”


    “Hah, this is all about mutual consent. I have many willing fans. You should feel lucky to have gotten my attention. You are simply...” He swallowed hungrily as he ogled at her. “... irresistible.”


    “Let go!” Lu Zhaoyang struggled but could not ovee the man’s strength.


    She smashed her bag against his hand but her own wristwas hit in the process. The pain made her frown.


    “I see that you’re a stubborn one. I like it...”


    He smugly grinned, which only made him look even more despicable to Lu Zhaoyang!


    She found it frustrating that people nowadays could be so different from what they seem to be. This artist had looked like an honest man but was in fact such a horrible person!


    She eyed the coffee table, reached for a cup and smashed it into his head!


    The man finally let go. He groaned in pain and cried, “You wretch, how dare you hit me?!”