143: Chapter 142: Action Begins 143: Chapter 142: Action Begins “Who is that man carrying the boss?” a server asked the duty manager.
“The boss’s business is none of our concern.
Just do your job,” the duty manager scolded.
Song Yun set her down on the sofa in the general manager’s office and asked a server to fetch a basin of water.
After soaking a towel in the water and squeezing it out, he gently wiped her face.
Soon, Wu Xin woke up.
When she lifted her head and saw the familiar face of Song Yun, tears suddenly brimmed over, and she clung to Song Yun tightly, afraid that if she let go, she would find it all a dream and herself lying in bed being tormented by that scoundrel Shen Li.
“It’s okay now,” Song Yun said, holding her and gently patting her back soothingly.
“I’m so scared,” Wu Xin murmured softly, clinging tightly to Song Yun.
“It’s okay now, just be more cautious from now on,” Song Yun whispered gently.
“Um…” Wu Xin, having regained some strength and with flushed cheeks, cautiously stole a glance at Song Yun and then quickly looked away.
“Could you please let me go?”
“Oh, sorry, sorry, I just didn’t want you to feel any fright,” Song Yun said with a goofy smile.
“Um…
I’m really sorry to drag you into such a mess, but how did you know I was there?” Wu Xin curiously asked.
“Xiao Qing suddenly called me and said you were in trouble,” Song Yun said, scratching the back of his head.
“If everything’s fine now, I should go; it would be misunderstood, after all, with just a man and a woman alone.”
“Pretending to be proper,” Wu Xin muttered under her breath.
“Leave your phone number.
One of these days I’ll treat you and Xiaoqing to dinner, I really have to thank you properly, or who knows what might have happened today.”
Song Yun nodded earnestly, agreeing with Wu Xin.
If he hadn’t arrived in time, Qian Zimo might have succeeded.
After leaving his phone number, Song Yun drove back to the courtyard house.
Checking his watch, he saw it was already after ten at night.
Hua Qingcheng had probably left by then.
Song Yun was honestly a bit afraid of this woman from the bottom of his heart—try being bullied by someone from childhood to adulthood, he thought.
No matter how beautiful a woman is, if she has horns on her head and a tail on her back, she’s nothing but a demon, and Hua Qingcheng was indeed the demon among demons, a fact from Song Yun’s own experiences that was beyond doubt.
After smoking a cigarette at the door to dissipate the lingering smell of alcohol and Wu Xin’s perfume, Song Yun slapped his face and entered.
Inside, he found three women crowded around the table, engrossed in a game of Fight the Landlord.
Seeing Song Yun return, Qingluan sniffed the air around him continuously and said, “Song Yun, you really take things too easy, leaving us beautiful women here while you go out drinking alone.”
“No, I ran into Wang Hu and his friends.
They insisted on having drinks, so I got back late,” Song Yun replied with an embarrassed smile.
“How’s Li Tang?” Li Shishi casually threw down her cards.
“Hey, Shishi, you’re cheating again.
I was about to win,” Qingluan complained discontentedly.
“The lad’s tough; he won’t die anytime soon,” Song Yun said with a laugh.
“Where’s Hua Qingcheng?”
“She said it was getting late and that she would come back tomorrow to have a proper talk with you,” Li Shishi shrugged.
“I think Qingcheng is quite nice.
Next time you see her, you should really clear up those old misunderstandings.”
“Yeah, okay,” Song Yun replied, rubbing his nose.
“I’m tired after a long day.
I’m going to rest in my room, and you all should get some sleep too.”
After taking a bath, Song Yun lay comfortably in his bed but couldn’t fall asleep for a long time.
Just as he was about to go out for a smoke and gaze at the moon to indulge his poetic sentiments, Xiao Qing sent him a text, merely to say thank you.
As Song Yun couldn’t sleep anyway, they started teasing each other in texts, and conversation continued into the wee hours.
The night grew deeper; some were already asleep, but others dressed incognito started their nightlife ventures.
If luck wasn’t on their side, they might end up drinking solo all night at a nightclub or bar.
But if lucky, their beds would be warmed by someone tonight.
Jingli Avenue, Dragon Palace Nightclub.
Dong Xin got out of his BMW and stretched lazily, looking at the large sign of the Dragon Palace.
The past few days had been hectic, not only dealing with bitches at school but also needing to take ambiguous girls shopping sporadically.
Today, having fewer tasks, he decided to find a place to relax properly.
Dragon Palace Nightclub was one of the renowned goldmines in Sunan City.
All the girls there were charming, and there were quite a few good girls coming out to work.
Thinking of this, Dong Xin felt his blood boil.
He had already informed the manager of the Dragon Palace on his way there, and the manager had prepared a new good girl for him.
Reportedly, this girl was especially enchanting, although he didn’t know how good she was in action.
Having a father who worked at the police station, Dong Linze wielded enough influence in Sunan City’s entertainment venues—hardly anyone dared to disrespect Mr.
Dong.
Upsetting Dong Linze would mean having your establishment shut down by a squad of police officers.
Eventually, you’d have no choice but to beg and bribe to resolve the issue.
Dong Xin tossed his keys to a valet and was just about to enter when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a car speeding straight toward him.
He was extremely startled and staggered backward, cursing loudly, “You bastard, in such a rush to reincarnate?
Drive that fast, and you’ll get yourself killed!”
Screech—the car stopped.
A man with colorful dyed hair charged toward him, cursing, “Who the hell are you cursing?
Say that again.
I’ll kick your head into your crotch!”
In Sunan, Dong Xin had never been afraid of anyone.
Although he had not brought bodyguards today, a shout from him would have security flooding out from the Dragon Palace to help.
“I’m cursing you!
I’m saying you’re a coward.
What are you going to do about it?
I’m standing right here; try touching me,” Dong Xin taunted, raising more self-confidence than ever, evidently thinking he was too low-profile to be bothered by such evil spirits.
Today, he would teach this man a lesson about who exactly he was dealing with.
The man, now furious, rushed over to start a fight, but Dong Xin quickly retreated, only to be caught in a tight embrace.
Despite the man’s lean appearance, he was surprisingly strong, squeezing Dong Xin’s neck until the veins bulged.
“Who are you calling a coward?
Say it again – ” the man bellowed, tightening his grip.
“Say that again!
Don’t you know who I am to dare curse me?”
“Security, security!” Dong Xin shouted out loud.
Security personnel, already on duty in the Dragon Palace Parking Lot and dressed in their uniforms, saw the scuffle and hurried over.
“Dammit, just admit defeat quietly if you can’t win a fight.
Calling for help?
That’s no way for a man to act,” the man scoffed at Dong Xin, giving him a kick that sent him sprawling before quickly running to his car and speeding away.