Chapter 15: If They Have Ideas, Just Beat Them to Death

Zhou Yinhe returned to his office holding the flowers. He placed them on his desk, reached out to touch the teardrop that still lingered on a petal, and stared at the water mark on his fingertip, lost in thought for a long time.

His secretary had not yet left and was currently outside his office. Zhou Yinhe asked him for a vase and carefully placed the flowers inside, setting them in a spot where he could see them every time he looked up.

Leaning against his desk, he stared blankly at the vase before him, his mind filled with the image of Wen Ling from moments ago.

Frustrated, he ran his hands through his hair, messing it up, before turning around and leaving with his hair in disarray.

After finishing her meal, Wen Ling returned home. Auntie Zhou had already gone to the park with Qiao Hongyun. Wen Ling took a shower and went to her room, feeling that life in the Four-Nine City was becoming dreadfully boring every single day.

Unable to sleep, she changed her clothes and took two bodyguards, asking the driver to take her to the Nyx Bar. It wasn't that she wanted a chance encounter with Zhou Yinhe; she simply wanted to relax.

She danced in the dance floor to the music for a long time. Only when she grew tired did she walk to the booth she had reserved, throwing herself onto the sofa and squinting at the flashing lights.

The female manager of Nyx had known from the moment she entered that this was no ordinary person. What kind of ordinary person brings bodyguards to a bar? Although she hadn't booked the most expensive private room, Nyx was a top-tier den of extravagance in the Four-Nine City; anyone capable of booking a booth was no ordinary person. Who knew if this young lady just enjoyed the hustle and bustle?

Seeing Wen Ling return to her booth, the manager walked over. The bodyguards, who had been standing to the side, extended their arms to block her. The manager looked at Wen Ling in astonishment, but Wen Ling waved her hand, signaling them to step back. Only then did the manager step forward, smiling warmly. "Miss, are you having fun tonight? Would you like to order more drinks?"

Wen Ling sat up slowly and beckoned her to sit beside her.

"Drink with me, and I'll order the most expensive thing in your bar," Wen Ling said with a smile, her eyes curving beautifully.

The manager froze for a moment but eventually nodded.

She didn't quite know why she had agreed; perhaps she felt a sense of sympathy for such a beautiful young girl coming here alone with two bodyguards, looking so solitary.

Wen Ling leaned over to pour the wine, picked up a glass, and pressed it into the manager's hand. With a smile, she clinked glasses with the manager and drained the drink in one gulp.

She drank quite aggressively, glass after glass. Even though she was smiling, her round eyes were always moist, making it seem as though she were somewhat sad.

For the first time, the manager felt that it was fine if she didn't earn her commission.

Wen Ling didn't know how much she had drunk. She shook her dizzy head and said to the bodyguards, "I need to go to the restroom. Don't follow me."

The bodyguards paused, their gazes shifting to the manager. One of them stepped forward and said to the manager, "Please help look after our Miss."

The manager nodded and followed Wen Ling's footsteps, supporting the already stumbling Wen Ling. When Wen Ling gave her a sweet smile, the manager's heart softened uncontrollably.

At that moment, a man appeared ahead, walking toward them in a swaggering manner with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Yo, isn't this our Manager Song? Who are you helping there? A new girl?" The man spoke with a flippant tone. The manager suppressed her displeasure and smiled at him, explaining, "This is a guest, not a staff member."

The man didn't care and continued to stare at Wen Ling with a lewd, lingering gaze. Sensing this, the manager stepped in front of Wen Ling and said with a smile, "I hope you have a pleasant time today. We will be leaving now."

Having said that, she tried to lead Wen Ling away, but the man reached out and directly blocked them, saying, "You want me to have a good time? Fine. Leave her to me to play with for a bit, and I'll naturally be happy. How about we make whatever drink is most expensive in the bar free for me then?"

The manager's face turned completely cold. She threatened, "Young Master Wu, this is Young Master Jiang's territory. If you want company, I can arrange for someone to visit your private room, but don't even think about touching the customers."

"Ha, would Young Master Jiang really turn against our Wu family over a woman?" Young Master Wu stepped forward to grab Wen Ling's arm. Wen Ling tried to dodge, but due to her intoxication, she couldn't react in time.

The manager shouted angrily, "Young Master Wu! If you don't let go, I will call for help. Don't blame me for not giving you face then!"

"Go ahead and call! Even Young Master Jiang has never turned against me. For a mere manager like you to act so powerful," Young Master Wu snorted disdainfully. He dragged Wen Ling toward a private room. Wen Ling struggled to shake off his hand, but Young Master Wu was a man, and combined with Wen Ling's drunkenness, she couldn't break free.

"Let me go!" Wen Ling shouted in anger.

"Beautiful, just come with me obediently. After this, I can buy you houses, cars, or bags," Young Master Wu said, moving to embrace Wen Ling. In the next second, he was kicked to the ground.

Wen Ling was nearly caught in the crossfire; fortunately, the manager reacted quickly and pulled her into her arms. Looking up, she saw the two bodyguards had caught up and, seeing the situation was wrong, had charged straight in.

Clutching his aching abdomen, Young Master Wu cursed, "You dare hit me? Do you know who I am? I can make it so you can't work in this city with a single word!"

The two bodyguards had been following Wen Ling for several years. Seeing her almost being bullied had already made them furious, and hearing Young Master Wu's words, they struck ruthlessly, kicking Young Master Wu repeatedly until he was wailing in pain.

Wen Ling watched the scene with squinted eyes and suddenly began to clap, shouting crisply, "Good! Kick his legs! Kick his stomach!"

The manager, however, frowned deeply and wanted to step in to stop them. After all, the Wu family held a certain status in the Four-Nine City; if she provoked the Wu family, the young girl beside her would surely face retaliation.

"Stop, stop, stop! Stop hitting him!" the manager said urgently.

How could the two bodyguards listen to her? All they could hear was Wen Ling cheering them on, so they struck even harder.

Young Master Wu's wails attracted onlookers from other private rooms. Everyone poked their heads out to watch the commotion. Seeing that the one being beaten was Young Master Wu, they all felt a sense of schadenfreude, though they privately lamented that the person who struck him would surely be driven out of the Four-Nine City.

At this time, another male manager from Nyx ran up. Seeing the scene, he quickly ordered the security guards following behind him to pull the bodyguards away.

Seeing that there were many people, the bodyguards did not stubbornly insist on continuing the fight. Instead, they stepped back to stand in front of Wen Ling to shield her. They stretched their limbs and glared sharply at the male manager.

The male manager shouted angrily, "How dare you two! You dare to fight on Young Master Jiang's territory? Do you know who you are hitting? This is the young master of the Wu Group!"

A cold snort escaped the bodyguards' nostrils. It didn't matter who he was; if he dared to have designs on their Miss, they would hit him first and ask questions later. Before Wen Ling arrived in China, Old Mr. Wen had specifically summoned this team of bodyguards and told them that if anyone acted against the Miss, they were to hit them to death directly, and Old Mr. Wen would handle the aftermath.

Young Master Wu regained his senses and, lying on the ground, bared his teeth and hissed through gritted teeth, "I will make you pay! I'm telling you, not just you two, but even that girl you're protecting—I'll make her pay too!"

Upon hearing this, a bodyguard kicked Young Master Wu directly in the mouth, causing him to let out another loud "Argh!" of pain.

(End of Chapter)