As he spoke, he took out his phone, fiddled with it for a moment, and dialed a number.
After telling the other party his current location, he hung up and turned to instruct Zhou Jinxiu.
“Bring me a chair.”
The private room was all sofas, but he specifically asked for a chair, indicating he didn’t want to sit with these people.
Zhou Jinxiu had no choice but to go find a waiter to bring him a chair.
Zhan Beijue sat where he had been standing, facing everyone.
He leaned back lazily in his chair, legs crossed, giving off the air of a master about to settle scores.
Jiang Sicheng, having been humiliated by him multiple times, could no longer stand it.
Especially today, in front of so many friends, seeing Zhan Beijue act so arrogantly, he couldn’t bear it any longer.
Relying on the numbers, he decided to try and resist.
“This matter has nothing to do with me, so I won’t join the fun here. If you want to talk, you talk. I’m leaving.”
I didn’t seek you out, yet you couldn’t hold back and jumped out yourself.
Zhan Beijue shot him a sharp glance.
“You didn’t leave before we settled the score, and now you want to leave halfway through? What kind of logic is that?”
“Did I say this matter had nothing to do with you today?”
It was clearly Ah Kun who handled these matters, so how did it involve him?
Jiang Sicheng didn’t believe Zhan Beijue had found any evidence.
“I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong, have I? I still have the right to come and go as I please.”
“Mr. Zhan, even if you have money, I don’t spend yours, nor do I borrow from you. You have no right to restrict my personal freedom, do you?”
“We’re both men. It’s meaningless if you dare to do something but not admit it.”
“I hate talking nonsense the most. Do you want me to hate you?”
His tone was serious, his expression relaxed, like a living Yama.
Jiang Sicheng immediately dared not say another word and slumped back into his seat, thinking:
The more I stay here, the less likely Ah Kun is to reveal anything to you. You want to embarrass me? You must be dreaming today!
What he never expected, however, was that Zhan Beijue’s call was to his father.
Everyone waited for a while. Ah Cheng came in to report that someone was asking to see Zhan Beijue at the door. Zhan Beijue had them brought in.
Seeing it was his own father, Jiang Sicheng’s face turned green.
“Dad? How did you…”
Jiang’s father didn’t speak to him immediately. He glanced at him and walked politely towards Zhan Beijue.
“Mr. Zhan.”
“You’re here?”
Zhan Beijue sat there like a lord, not moving at all.
Jiang’s father was considerably older than him, and in front of so many people, he put on such an airs.
Jiang Sicheng finally understood what Zhan Beijue meant by “then don’t blame me for being impolite.”
“I originally came here today to discuss cooperation, but I didn’t expect your son to be here as well, and I happened to witness some unexpected things.”
Zhan Beijue said calmly.
“I am already married and have several children. I believe Mr. Jiang knows this.”
“As a father, I understand your feelings, fearing your child might go astray. Therefore, seeing Young Master Jiang doing some not-so-good things, I felt remiss for not informing you promptly.”
Jiang’s father was not foolish. The moment he saw a group of young men upon entering, he realized something was wrong.
However, he didn’t know what had happened and dared not speak rashly.
Seeing Zhan Beijue bring it up, he politely responded.
“So that’s how it is. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Zhan.”
“It’s not shameful to say, but my wife has always been frail. Her conditions were not good when she was young, and coupled with national policy, we only had one child.”
“She doted on the little one like her own heart from a young age, spoiling him terribly.”
“I often scold him, saying he’s no longer young and already married, so he shouldn’t embarrass himself outside. I didn’t expect him to cause you such embarrassment today, Mr. Zhan.”
“Don’t worry, I will discipline him properly when I get back.”
Zhan Beijue smiled faintly.
“Mr. Jiang, you really don’t need to be so polite with me. Young Master Jiang hasn’t wronged me, he has only wronged himself.”
“If there’s anything, it’s that this club is mine, and he’s been acting out of line within my establishment, not adhering to the rules.”
“I saw it. It’s a good thing it wasn’t discovered by the anti-vice squads, otherwise, it would have been a lot of trouble.”
Anti-vice squads?
That scoundrel, still messing around outside when he’s already married?
Jiang’s father cast an enraged gaze at Jiang Sicheng.
Jiang Sicheng never told his family that he didn’t like women.
Seeing Zhan Beijue about to expose him in front of his father, his lips began to tremble.
“Dad, we’re all brothers. We were just joking around after having too much to drink. Please don’t take it seriously.”
“Shut up! You brute!”
“You have a good wife at home, but you’re always out gallivanting. You’ll be the ruin of me sooner or later! We’ll settle this when we get home!”
Since his son hadn’t caused any major trouble, Jiang’s father prepared to take him away after a few reprimands.
However, Zhan Beijue had more to say.
“Wait a moment. Mr. Jiang might not have fully understood my meaning. I’ll have someone bring something for you to see.”
As he spoke, the private room door was pushed open, and a staff member entered with a computer.
It was the surveillance video from this room.
Zhan Beijue said.
“I don’t intend to pry into personal privacy, but for work convenience and to cooperate with an investigation, all private rooms have surveillance.”
“This is what your son and his friends were up to last night. Mr. Jiang, please take a look.”
As he spoke, the staff member clicked the mouse, and the video began to play.
Jiang Sicheng, like a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on, rushed forward.
“Dad, don’t watch! Zhan Beijue, what do you mean by this?”
Anxious?
Very good.
Zhan Beijue remained calm.
“No particular meaning. If you come here to consume, you must abide by the rules. If you’re playing openly with your friends, what is there to hide?”
“…Mr. Zhan, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way just now. Please be magnanimous and let me off the hook.”
Zhan Beijue tilted his chin. The staff member paused the video again.
He looked at Jiang Sicheng.
“You were wrong? Wrong about what?”
Jiang Sicheng looked as if his throat had been choked by fate.
“Everything was wrong. I’m just a loser. I shouldn’t have been disrespectful to you. I apologize.”
“Was it you who did this to Zhou Jinxiu?”
“It wasn’t me.”
“Are you sure?”
“……”
“I only give everyone one chance. If you don’t seize it, it becomes someone else’s. Don’t blame me then.”
Jiang Sicheng was completely defeated.
“Mr. Zhan, I was forced! It was all because of Zhou Jinbei!”
“I, I was driven to desperation by her, and acted rashly, I…”
The truth was out, and it seemed he was the one who did it.
Zhan Beijue nodded with satisfaction.
However, he knew in his heart that Jiang Sicheng, so utterly submissive, would never be able to marry and have children.
Zhou Jinbei’s ambiguous relationship with Ah Zhong and the child she was carrying back then might not even have been Jiang Sicheng’s.
In this matter, Zhou Jinbei bore some responsibility, and it couldn’t all be blamed on Jiang Sicheng.