Seeing her eyes open, Brother He San grabbed her arm and pulled her up, slinging her over his shoulder.
Then, with one hand pinching her chin, he spoke to her fiercely.
"Alright, stop playing dead. Come with me. Once you wake up, you'll be mine. We'll see how you dare to talk back to me then."
The hall was lively, with people coming and going, everyone immersed in their own little circles. No one would notice an extra drunk woman.
So, Brother He San dragged the stumbling Tang Nan Nan out of the living room smoothly.
There was still some distance from the living room to the parking lot. Enjoying the cool evening breeze, he smugly thought:
He'd take care of her right here. He even planned to record a video to show all those young masters in Su City who thought she was great and tried to pursue her but failed.
He wanted to show them what kind of state she was in now.
"Alright, President Ma, you should be heading back."
President Ma stood at the door, watching him with a teasing smile.
"Take it easy. There's always tomorrow. Take care of yourself."
"I know more about this than you do, don't worry."
However, before he could walk even a meter with his smug satisfaction, President Ma's housekeeper ran over with a panicked, ghost-seeing expression.
"Miss Ma, there's a group of people outside, saying they're looking for someone named Tang Nan Nan. They asked me to open the door. I refused, and now they're threatening to break it down. What do you think..."
President Ma's face turned cold, and she stepped forward.
"Who are these people? Men or women? What are their names?"
"Men, a whole crowd of them. They drove many luxury cars, and they're all carrying weapons. I don't know where they're from. I asked, but they wouldn't say. They just said I have one minute."
Didn't Mrs. Gao say Tang Nan Nan didn't know many people in Nan Cheng?
How come someone was already showing up before anything had even happened?
She hurriedly yelled at Brother He San, "What are you standing around for? Hurry up and help her back. It'll be trouble if someone sees her!"
After saying that, she followed the housekeeper in a flurry towards the main entrance.
The door opened to reveal Hu Jiasheng, accompanied by A Cheng, A Biao, and two teams of bodyguards, standing outside.
Each of them had a stern expression, a cold demeanor, and an imposing aura, as if they were about to devour them. President Ma gasped in fear.
"Who are you people? What do you want this late at night?"
"You are Ma Chunmei, aren't you? I'm looking for Tang Nan Nan," Hu Jiasheng said coldly.
President Ma was surprised again. "You know me?"
"Enough nonsense. Where is Tang Nan Nan? Tell her to come out immediately, or I don't care if you have guests; I'll come in and find her myself."
"Hmph, who do you think you are, talking so arrogantly? Do you need my permission to enter my house? Do you understand what trespassing is?"
President Ma, being forty years old, wasn't easily intimidated.
"Why should you hand over Tang Nan Nan just because you say so? What if you're a bad person? Stop trying to scare people here. Leave now, or I'll call the police!"
Hu Jiasheng ignored her words entirely.
With a cold face, he waited for her to finish, then gestured to the people behind him. They all surged forward.
President Ma and the housekeeper were instantly engulfed by the crowd.
"Stop! Everyone, stop! What are you doing? Hey, do you understand that this is trespassing?"
Hu Jiasheng, walking last, passed by her and said in a light tone.
"Go ahead and call the police if you want. I'm not stopping you."
Because Tang Nan Nan was disoriented and unable to walk, Brother He San moved slowly.
As he carried her back to the lounge and closed the door, he heard the noisy commotion outside.
Fearing trouble, he placed Tang Nan Nan on the sofa, tucked her in with a blanket, and opened the door to go out.
He ran into A Cheng, who was pushing the door open.
Their eyes met, and seeing the panic in A Cheng's eyes and sweat on his forehead, A Cheng grabbed his collar and shoved him back.
Just as Brother He San was about to curse at him, A Cheng spotted the woman lying on the sofa.
He spoke into his walkie-talkie to Hu Jiasheng.
"Brother Sheng, it looks like we found her. She's in the lounge. I don't know if she's asleep or unconscious."
Soon, Hu Jiasheng also arrived at the lounge.
There was no smell of alcohol on her, yet she was sleeping so deeply. Hu Jiasheng patted her face, calling her name several times with no response.
No one was foolish. Even with their toes, they could guess what had happened. A surge of anger erupted in Hu Jiasheng's mind.
He turned back, his gaze fixed on Brother He San, "What did you give her?"
Brother He San felt this man looked somewhat familiar, like he'd seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't recall.
Seeing his distinguished demeanor and the large entourage with him, he knew the man was not to be trifled with and began to show weakness.
"I don't know. I just came in. I was about to rest and saw a woman lying on the sofa. I didn't want to disturb her, so I went out, only to run into you all."
A useless scumbag, pretending not to recognize Tang Nan Nan at such a crucial moment?
Hu Jiasheng sneered, "Oh, really? Such a coincidence?"
"It's just that coincidental. I'm also a guest invited by President Ma, just like those people outside. If you don't believe me, ask President Ma."
The woman named Ma was pushed over by A Biao. She met Brother He San's gaze and pretended to be calm.
"I don't know what's going on. Maybe she drank too much and fell asleep, or maybe she's just tired. There were so many people at the banquet today, so I asked her to help out in the kitchen."
Asked her to help out in the kitchen?
Hu Jiasheng stood up and walked towards President Ma step by step, repeating her words word for word.
"Are you out of your mind, Ma Chunmei?"
"If you don't lack assistants, why stoop to using the guise of hiring an assistant to treat Tang Nan Nan like this?"
"How did she offend you that you keep coming up with such despicable ideas to torment her? Hmm?"
President Ma, standing less than 1.6 meters tall, was completely outmatched by the 1.8-meter-plus Hu Jiasheng.
Moreover, her guilty conscience made her appear not like the usual domineering and cruel CEO, but more like an bullied widow.
"Who is treating her badly? Who is coming up with despicable ideas to torment her? I paid her a salary, so isn't it normal for me to ask her to do some work?"
"How much do you pay her per month?"
President Ma faltered, "Uh?"
Hu Jiasheng asked again, "I'm asking you, how much do you pay her per month, enough for her to abandon her dignity to work for you?"
"I didn't force her to come and work for me. If she feels it's not good, she can just quit."
"Don't change the subject. I'm asking you one last time, how much do you pay her per month?"
At this moment, it was definitely not advisable to say too little, as this man clearly looked wealthy, and saying too little would earn him ridicule.
But paying too much was truly painful for President Ma.
So, she carefully considered a suitable standard.
"Base salary is ten thousand, plus performance bonuses and sales commissions for the month, it amounts to twenty to thirty thousand.
For someone with her education, earning twenty to thirty thousand a month is practically me doing charity. So, what's wrong with asking her to do a bit more work?"
"Fine. You said it."
Hu Jiasheng stopped arguing with her and turned to look at Brother He San again.