139: Chapter 138: Bastards Also Need to Follow Morals 139: Chapter 138: Bastards Also Need to Follow Morals “You fucking really have it, huh?
Did you bring it when you were with my brother?” Song Yun said in a panic, his mother’s, he had to stay away from Li Tang from now on, in case it was syphilis, AIDS or something, he would be screwed.
“I brought it,” the woman said shyly, looking down.
Looking at her demeanor and her eyes, it was clear she was lying.
Fuck, I just went to see Li Tang, didn’t I catch a disease?
Li Tang, you playboy, why mess around with such trash.
“I want to be alone.” Song Yun waved his hand, signaling his men to take her away.
Song Yun calmed himself down and made a call to Meng Ku in the hospital, “Hey, get Li Tang checked out right away and see if the kid’s caught a disease.
That bastard has been messing with a sick woman.”
“Boss, are you trying to kill me?
I just fucking drank water from his cup a moment ago!” Meng Ku shouted over the phone.
“Bro, you’re on your own now, just hope that Li Tang’s okay,” Song Yun felt sorry for Meng Ku.
After hanging up, Yang Wei was brought back by the men.
A subordinate respectfully reported, “Boss, this guy has transferred a total of one and a half million, and the real estate is now in our name.”
“Yeah, do we have any real estate agencies under our control?
Put it on the market and sell it,” Song Yun said.
“Do you know this woman is sick?”
Yang Wei was stunned for a moment and then shouted, “You bitch, you’re sick?
Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”
“I just wanted to screw you over, what are you gonna do about it?
Even after finding out about the disease, you still fucked me a few more times, you’re definitely infected now, haha,” the woman yelled with a sharp laugh.
Women are truly scary, just one sick one could potentially infect everyone, and those people could pass it on to others, one by ten, ten by a hundred.
Song Yun didn’t dare to imagine how horrifying it would be if everyone in a city were like that.
“Now, call your husband and see how much he’s willing to pay for you,” Song Yun tossed the phone to the woman.
The woman nodded, dialed a number, and in a coquettish voice said on the phone, “Honey, where are you right now?”
“I’m about to go to a meeting, what’s up?”
“Could you transfer me some money, please?
A sister of mine needs one million for a house purchase.
She says she can pay it back by the end of the year,” the woman said.
“Your sister?
Let’s have a meal together sometime,” the man on the other end said with a lecherous chuckle.
“Yeah, sure, but I have to transfer the money to her first, or she won’t come out.”
“Hehe, you think I’m really that stupid, huh?
With one million I could find several ‘Yangzhou skinny horses,’ right?
You’re planning on spending money on your lover again, aren’t you?
Don’t think I don’t know about the crappy things you’ve been up to outside.
I’ll tell you this, I’ve already asked the lawyer to file a divorce lawsuit, so wait for the subpoena,” the man suddenly switched gears and spat out a whole bunch – then hung up.
The woman was stunned on the spot and didn’t even notice when her phone fell to the ground.
It was not until a while later that she collapsed to the ground in despair and said, “Now I have nothing, now I have nothing, just kill me.”
Song Yun sighed and said, “This is the consequence of playing with people’s hearts.”
“I still have a villa under my name, I’ll transfer it to you right away if you let me go,” the woman suddenly remembered something and shouted, thinking that as long as she was still alive and could get cured, she could go back to seducing men in the nightlife scene.
“Is that so?
then transfer it over,” Song Yun finished his drink and said.
“Pitiful people must have a hateful side, just transfer the property and leave.”
Relieved, the woman left.
Yang Wei gave Song Yun a cautious look and asked carefully, “Big brother, can I also…”
“No, you can’t.
Do you think we are that reasonable?
Don’t be stupid.
My brother’s life is worth much more than your measly two hundred thousand.
Take him away to grow lotuses,” Song Yun said coldly.
“You can’t do this; you’re breaking the code,” Yang Wei shouted, but he was only halfway through his protest when the underlings gagged him and dragged him away.
“Heh, a bastard who relies on women trying to lecture me on ethics.
This fucking society,” Song Yun said comfortably as he lay on the sofa.
“Keep an eye on that woman.
If she behaves, we can let her off.
If she’s thinking about revenge, huh, you know what to do.”
After settling the matter, Song Yun lay on the sofa, planning to sleep comfortably for a while before going home.
He still had Hua Qingcheng to deal with at home, and if he pissed her off, he’d have a headache for quite some time.
“Boss, the checkup didn’t find anything.
Damn, my heart almost jumped out of my chest when the report came out just now,” Meng Ku called to report.
“That’s a relief.
Tell that bastard to stop screwing around, and if I find out once more that he’s messing up outside, I’ll chop off his dick,” Song Yun cursed.
Then Song Yun and Meng Ku had a ramble on the phone, nothing more than a few words about their narrow escapes and pranks, and even added several strict commands for Li Tang not to mess around with women again before hanging up.
“Ah, I’m dead tired,” Song Yun said, burrowing into the cushy sofa to sleep.
He didn’t know how long he had been asleep when his phone rang again, and upon answering, he said, “Who is it?”
“Senior Brother Song, I’m tied up right now, could you do me a favor?” Xiao Qing’s anxious voice came through the phone.
“We shouldn’t need to stand on ceremony, what’s up?
I’ll make sure it’s done neatly.”
“Remember the hotpot restaurant we used to frequent?
The female owner is a pretty good friend of mine and she’s in a real tough spot right now.
I’ll send you the address, can you see if you can help out?” Xiao Qing quickly relayed the address to Song Yun.
Song Yun knew the female owner, attracted by her fine figure and gentle temperament, important was also that he had a free card from her restaurant.
With the owner in trouble, it seemed only fair to lend a hand.
Wu Xin had an important client to meet today; the person was a bank manager.
If she could establish a rapport with him, it would greatly ease the expansion of their branches.
Right after work Wu Xin’s phone rang.
It was the bank manager on the other end, saying his driver was waiting outside Hotpot City.
Wu Xin picked up her bag and notified the duty manager before heading out and seeing a Buick Regal parked at the door.
As they drove, Wu Xin chatted with the driver and inquired about the manager.
The driver freely disclosed the manager’s background, apparently a high official’s progeny.
With this knowledge, Wu Xin was confident about the impending collaboration.
The car drove through dark streets, making left and right turns, before stopping in front of a courtyard with a wooden gate.
Looking at the quaint wooden door and the pitch-black street, Wu Xin felt a sinister premonition.
Lifting her gaze, she saw a sign hanging on the gate reading in bold characters: Sister Li’s Home Cooking.
Nowadays, business elites and socialites in big cities no longer go to so-called big restaurants to eat.
Instead, they opt for dining at distinctive private kitchens, favored not just for their delicious food but for their quiet locations, making them prime spots for secretive business deals and underhand dealings.
The term ‘private kitchen’ doesn’t merely indicate the restaurant owner cooking meals in their house, but it implies a deeper meaning—attracting patrons with the chef’s professionalism and uniqueness.
Private kitchen dishes are generally refined and exquisite.
Unlike the conveyor-belt routine of hotel restaurants, private kitchens require a day or even days of advanced booking to tailor the menu offerings.