A man understands another man best.
Whether or not a man harbors malicious intent, won might not notice, but another man can definitely sense it.
At the first glance at Mr. Xu, Song Guanchao knew he had an interest in Wu Qiangwei.
Though well hidden, it couldn’t escape Song Guanchao’s penetrating eyes.
Upon leaving the room, Song Guanchao didn’t depart; he stood right outside the door.
It’s essential to be vigilant against others.
Although the chances of the other party forcing anything were slim, it was still possible.
In case of an ergency, he could rush in imdiately to intervene.
In the room, Mr. Xu smiled genteelly, discussing specific investnt matters and asking many details.
Before he knew it, ten minutes had passed.
Yet, the friend he ntioned had not arrived.
At this mont, his phone rang again.
"Alright, fine, let’s do it another day."
Hanging up, Mr. Xu sighed and smiled self-deprecatingly, "He’s already downstairs, but suddenly his child fell ill."
Wu Qiangwei was a bit disappointed but still maintained a smile, "No worries, we’ll et next ti."
Mr. Xu nodded, "I’ll check with others, and hopefully, I can arrange for a few people to et you by tomorrow."
Watching him make call after call, Wu Qiangwei felt genuinely grateful.
Half an hour flew by, and Mr. Xu said, "President Zhao of the fund company can’t make it either; we rescheduled for tomorrow."
"And there’s another friend in the bank responsible for external investnts; he’s also interested, but the timing is tight, so we’ll have to schedule another ti."
Listening to Mr. Xu’s orderly arrangents, Wu Qiangwei nodded, "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Xu."
Mr. Xu seed a bit displeased, "Qiangwei, between you and , there’s no need to be so formal."
He stood up, "I’ll head back first, and I’ll pick you up tomorrow."
"Alright." Wu Qiangwei rose to see him out, and just as they reached the door, Mr. Xu suddenly turned and opened his arms.
Understanding his intent, Wu Qiangwei hesitated for a mont and then opened her arms.
She intended a formal hug, but Mr. Xu pulled her tightly into his embrace.
Wu Qiangwei instinctively tried to push him away, but Mr. Xu held her too tightly.
"Qiangwei, you haven’t been honest with , have you?" Mr. Xu’s words halted her struggle.
Sensing her pause, Mr. Xu pressed his advantage, "For such a public welfare project like the high-speed rail, a budget would certainly be set from the start. Without a budget, the project couldn’t even get started."
"And you can’t even get a loan from the bank; it seems like you’re in quite a bit of trouble in Lingjiang."
"But I can help you."
Mr. Xu loosened his grip a bit, looking at her face so close at hand with a heart that couldn’t help but flutter.
This beautiful face had captured his thoughts day and night; he’d imagined countless tis having so intimate relations with her.
And now, he felt his dream was on the verge of becoming reality.
Tonight, he’d been restraining and enduring, all for this mont.
He felt he had laid enough groundwork.
Even if he asked for more, she wouldn’t refuse.
His hands rested on Wu Qiangwei’s slim shoulders, voice gentle, "Qiangwei, let help you."
As he spoke, he slowly tilted his head, moving toward her lips.
However, just as he lowered his head, Wu Qiangwei abruptly pushed him away.
Wu Qiangwei’s pretty face was covered in a cold frost, her tone indifferent, "Mr. Xu, please respect yourself."
Mr. Xu staggered back two steps, caught off guard.
Wu Qiangwei’s icy expression and slightly disgusted look made Mr. Xu feel a sense of guilt for defiling a goddess.
Along with the guilt, a hint of sha turned to anger.
He took a deep breath, maintaining a smile, "Qiangwei, you know my feelings for you."
"Step aside."
Wu Qiangwei walked over, her commanding presence causing Mr. Xu to instinctively move aside, clearing the way to the door.
It wasn’t until she brushed past, reaching for the doorknob, that Mr. Xu snapped back to reality, grabbing her wrist, "Qiangwei, I’ve liked you for a long ti."
"Let go!" Wu Qiangwei’s beautiful eyes raged, yet she couldn’t shake off his grip.
Seeing her increasingly disdainful and even contemptuous gaze, Mr. Xu’s anger welled up, turned wild and reckless.
Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her close, throwing her onto the bed.
He was sowhat frenzied and exhilarated, like a maddened beast, gasping as he removed his clothes, "Qiangwei, I’ve always liked you. I can do anything for you. Be mine, okay? I’ll solve the investnt issues for you; be mine, let cherish you..."
Mr. Xu’s overexcited, near-maniacal deanor finally caused Wu Qiangwei to feel a flicker of fear.
She retreated on the bed, pulling out her phone to call for help.
"Qiangwei!"
Mr. Xu roared, lunging to snatch the phone, glaring with bloodshot eyes, "What are you doing? Are you calling the police?"
Flinging the phone aside, he grabbed Wu Qiangwei’s clothes, tearing at them violently.
"Let go!"
Wu Qiangwei was terrified but wasn’t resigned to her fate.
She kneed him in the stomach.
This blow infuriated Mr. Xu.
Rip!
Grabbing the shirt, Mr. Xu tore off a sleeve.
A large expanse of white skin further excited Mr. Xu, whose emotions were already agitated.
His face flushed red, veins bulging, like a monkey in heat.
Outside the door.
Song Guanchao stood, bored, unsure how many cigarettes he had smoked.
He figured he might be overthinking things.
Even if Mr. Xu was interested in Wu Qiangwei, he wouldn’t resort to force.
The wealthier soone is, the more self-control they possess, and the clearer they are on what they can and cannot do.
But then, suddenly, he heard a loud shout from inside the room.
"Hmm?"
Song Guanchao raised an eyebrow, listening for over ten seconds, confirming that it was indeed a shout.
He took out his room card and entered.
Wu Qiangwei’s forcibly calm but evidently fearful shouting beca imdiately clear.
Mr. Xu’s animalistic heavy breathing was just as evident.
Crossing the threshold, he saw the scene on the bed. A surge of fury went straight to his head, making Song Guanchao’s hair stand on end.
He stepped forward quickly, grabbing Mr. Xu by the hair.
Mr. Xu was imrsed in a wave of excitent that had him trembling, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his scalp.
All his excitent rapidly ebbed away, like a tide.
The next second.
A massive force emanated from the hand gripping his hair.
It felt as if his scalp was being torn apart, and his body was lightened with it.
By the ti he realized, his back had already made intimate contact with the ground.
With a dull thud, he felt as if his organs were jolted out of place.
Simultaneously, a familiar face appeared above him.
This was... Wu Qiangwei’s secretary?
How did he get in here?
"You..."
He was about to speak when a massive shoe sole abruptly appeared in front of him.
And then, the sole enlarged in an instant.
Crack!
The shoe sole stomped hard on his face.
He felt his brow bone and nasal bone crack from the pressure, as an onslaught of sharp pain caused tears and blood to flow uncontrollably.
"Thud!"
"Thud!"
"Thud!"
Song Guanchao, upon entering the room, didn’t waste a single word.
His face was grim, eyes capable of killing.
And now, each stomp rcilessly battered his head.
The hard-soled size 48 shoes turned his genteel face unrecognizable.
Only when his cries turned to faint groans, and then silence, did Song Guanchao stop.
He looked up, squeezed out a smile, "Secretary, are you alright?"
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