He Qian suffered a brutal beating, his flesh enduring pain, his spirit crushed.
He regretted it—two shots of cat piss and he started feeling invincible.
In the end, He Qian’s face swelled up like a pig’s head, his words slurred and incoherent. Yet he stubbornly gestured in Xu Si’s direction.
Xu Si understood: he was signaling to call 110 and report to the police.
The woman in black glanced over at him.
Xu Si, overwheld by his survival instincts, didn’t dare overthink. He imdiately raised both hands to show her he hadn’t done anything.
"You... you’re dood."
After flaunting his "wisdom and prowess" in front of the younger generation, he hadn’t lasted five minutes before a woman fiercely humiliated him, losing both face and dignity.
At this mont, He Qian wanted nothing more than to flay and disembowel this woman.
It was his oversight—he hadn’t brought his bodyguards along. If Xiao Long were here, ten of these won wouldn’t be enough to stop him.
Just as He Qian finished speaking, his fury surged, causing him to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, blood mixed with a few broken teeth.
The restaurant security soon arrived, shocked by the scene before them.
Zirui Pavilion was a high-class establishnt, typically chosen by people of status and influence for important etings, all of whom prided themselves on their decorum. Never had violence erupted here before.
This was the first ti a guest had been beaten to such a pulp.
However, the Zirui Pavilion security team was experienced. They quickly acclimated to the situation and imdiately decided to contact the police.
The restaurant manager also rushed to the scene upon hearing the news.
He Qian was a regular at the restaurant, and the manager was quite familiar with him.
Seeing the perpetrator about to leave, the manager promptly instructed the security guards to stop her.
The woman in black remained utterly unbothered. She took a pack of wet wipes from her bag, slowly pulled one out, and gracefully wiped her fingers, her movents as elegant as they could possibly be.
Then, she lazily tossed the used tissue onto He Qian’s face.
He Qian: ...
This kind of humiliation was too much to bear.
The manager’s eyelid twitched uncontrollably. He wasn’t foolish—this woman clearly exuded confidence. He’d be an idiot to deliberately offend her.
"Miss, you can’t leave yet. This gentleman was suddenly assaulted by you for no apparent reason. Shouldn’t you provide an explanation?"
His tone was extrely polite and respectful, giving the other party sufficient deference.
"He made the first move against . I was rely defending myself."
A young female voice, cool yet tender, as beautiful and poetic as a song.
"Mfffgl mfffgl..." He Qian attempted to speak, but his mangled pronunciations were utterly incomprehensible.
Despite his pig-headed face, his expression still displayed traces of fury, as though accusing the woman of her atrocities.
The manager sighed in frustration. He decided it’d be best to wait for the police to check the surveillance footage. Once they arrived, the truth would be clear.
Just then, a curious voice ca from the far end of the room: "What’s going on? Why the commotion?"
The manager imdiately recognized the newcor and hurriedly greeted him with utmost deference: "Mr. Feng, just a minor accident. We don’t want to disturb your experience..."
Feng Yueyang brushed him aside, striding straight up to Shen You’an with urgency, examining her with concern: "Are you alright? Who bullied you?"
His words were followed by an ominous sweep of his gaze around the room.
The manager was stunned.
He Qian was also stunned.
Of course, he recognized Feng Yueyang. The Feng Group was renowned far and wide. When Feng Chi was at the helm, the company had pursued a conservative strategy. But under Feng Yueyang’s leadership, perhaps due to his youth, he had pulled the company out of troubled waters, implenting aggressive reforms and securing investnt from Tianlu Bank to achieve industrial upgrades. Compared to the Feng Group’s current standing, its forr glory seed almost diminutive.
His entertainnt company was nothing but an insignificant speck compared to the Feng Group’s enterprises.
Shen You’an glanced at He Qian across the room.
With just that one look, He Qian involuntarily shuddered, an ominous feeling suddenly welling up from within.
Feng Yueyang turned to He Qian, snorted coldly, and demanded, "Was it you who bullied her?"
He Qian frantically waved his hands three tis in denial: It wasn’t , I didn’t do anything, don’t accuse falsely.
He wanted to cry but no tears ca.
Shouldn’t soone take a proper look at his face, swollen like a pig’s head? Who on earth was bullying whom?
"What’s your na, and where do you work?" Feng Yueyang’s tone carried clear hostility.
He Qian: ...
He didn’t dare speak a word.
"Answer ."
Feng Yueyang barked, his voice cold as ice, making He Qian tremble three tis over.
He opened his mouth, mumbling incoherently, with not a single intelligible word escaping.
Feng Yueyang looked at him with disdain, then shifted his gaze to Xu Si, who was curled up in a corner, trying his best to remain invisible: "You. Speak."
Being singled out, Xu Si felt completely helpless. Swallowing his nerves, he stamred under pressure, "He... He is Mr. He from Platinum Entertainnt."
Feng Yueyang didn’t even try to mask the disdain in his voice: "What garbage."
He Qian froze on the spot.
Only soone like Feng Yueyang had the leverage to say sothing so arrogant.
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