Song Guantang’s expression was as dark as autumn water.
Especially those black eyes, like a terrifying abyss, churning with towering waves. Once caught in them, one would plunge into a bottomless pit, with little chance of survival.
“Who are you? Let go!”
Song Guantang had never appeared in the media, so it was normal for ordinary people not to recognize him.
Cheng Youjun, having kicked an iron plate without realizing it, still arrogantly demanded that Song Guantang release him.
Song Guantang had always been a ruthless and taciturn madman. He merely glanced at Assistant Zhou behind him.
Assistant Zhou immediately understood and blocked the surveillance camera without delay.
Before Cheng Youjun could comprehend Assistant Zhou’s actions, a fist, swift as the wind, was already swinging toward him.
It landed squarely on Cheng Youjun’s proud, handsome face with such force that his head was knocked sideways.
Cheng Youjun didn’t even have a chance to cry out before stumbling backward from the impact.
Immediately after, a flurry of punches seemed to come from all directions, leaving Cheng Youjun battered and sprawled on the ground, with no chance to fight back.
Chu Weiwei stood nearby, dumbfounded. Seeing Cheng Youjun bloodied and bruised within just a minute, she was terrified.
If this continued, it could cost someone their life!
“Mr. Song, please stop! This is a misunderstanding!”
Chu Weiwei stepped forward to intervene. “Mr. Song, for my sake, please let him go…”
But before her hand could even touch the hem of Song Guantang’s clothes, he looked up at her.
His sinister, ruthless gaze swept over her like a destructive frenzy.
It felt as though countless venomous snakes were coiling around her, ready to swallow her whole if she dared make any sudden move.
“What do you think you are?”
Chu Weiwei shrank back in fear, convinced that if she took another step forward, she would undoubtedly end up like Cheng Youjun.
Only when Cheng Youjun lay on the ground, gasping for breath and rolling his eyes, did Song Guantang finally stop.
As if still unsatisfied, he tugged at his tie.
Assistant Zhou stepped forward, handing him a stack of cash and a high-end luxury handkerchief.
Song Guanting casually wrapped the handkerchief around his hand, which had been scraped during the altercation.
Then, as if tossing trash, he flung the stack of bills onto Cheng Youjun’s bloodied face.
“For your medical expenses. No need to thank me.”
Having dealt with the trash, Song Guanting didn’t spare another glance.
He turned, crouched down, and effortlessly lifted his little wife into his arms, his hands sliding under her knees.
Meng Tang was still nauseous from vomiting. As she was lifted, her vision swam. First, she caught the familiar scent of sandalwood. Steadying herself, the cold, stern face inches away gradually came into focus.
As if unable to believe it, she reached out, pinched both sides of Song Guanting’s cheeks, and boldly tugged outward.
“A living Song Guanting? Am I not just drunk?”
Song Guanting strode forward with steady steps, looking down at his little wife, whose cheeks were flushed an unnatural red.
His voice was low and deep. “You are drunk.”
Almost letting someone take advantage of her.
At this moment, Song Guanting was in a terrible mood.
But his little wife, oblivious, was instead excited and restless, kicking her snow-white feet in his arms.”I got the investment! I even got the investor drunk! My alcohol tolerance is amazing. The investor was so drunk they couldn’t walk, but I can not only walk—I can fly! Watch me fly!”
As she spoke, Meng Tang spread her arms wide in a flying pose.
Song Guantang was both exasperated and amused.
“If you keep moving around, I’ll throw you into the fountain to sober up.”
Meng Tang widened her misty almond-shaped eyes and protested, “Why are you so mean!”
“You’re being mean to me again, Song Guantang, you turtle-egg bastard! I’ll bite you to death, rawr—”
Meng Tang pretended to be a ferocious beast, opening her mouth wide and biting down on Song Guantang’s right cheek.
“Tang Jie, are you okay…”
Tong Tong had been waiting at the entrance for a while without seeing Meng Tang come out. Worried that she might be too drunk and get into trouble, she was about to go look for her.
Unexpectedly, she ran headlong into a tall, slender man with godlike, handsome features, as distant and unapproachable as a cold mountain peak, striding toward her.
And in his arms was Meng Tang, who, after getting drunk, had been spouting nonsense.
Not only had Meng Tang been spouting nonsense, but she had also lunged like a hungry wolf, biting the man’s face.
Although Tong Tong didn’t recognize Song Guanting, the man’s dignified, noble air made it clear he was either wealthy or influential.
Oh no, what kind of big shot has Tang Jie provoked? Please don’t let her end up losing everything, down to her last stitch of clothing!
“I’m so sorry, sir. My boss is drunk. I’ll take her away right now. Sorry for the trouble…”
Tong Tong reached out, hoping Song Guanting would hand Meng Tang over to her.
But Song Guanting only gave her a cold, condescending glance.
“No need for you to worry.”
Huh? What does that mean?
Before Meng Tang could figure it out, Song Guanting had already carried her into the Maybach.
Seeing the luxury car worth millions with consecutive license plate numbers, Tong Tong froze in shock, too intimidated to speak again.
Even their investor, Manager Sun, couldn’t afford a Maybach. Oh no, oh no—will I be lighting incense for Tang Jie a year from today?
Assistant Zhou stayed behind to handle the aftermath.
He warned Chu Weiwei with a polite smile, “Miss Chu, if you want to keep working in Jiangcheng, please keep today’s events to yourself.”
It took Chu Weiwei a moment to find her voice. “What… what is Mr. Song’s relationship with Meng Tang?”
“That’s not something you’re qualified to ask. This is your hush money.”
Assistant Zhou handed her a stack of cash and glanced at the half-dead Cheng Youjun on the ground.
“Since you know this person, Miss Chu, I’ll leave it to you to take him to the hospital.”
Watching Assistant Zhou’s retreating figure, Chu Weiwei couldn’t help but wonder.
Song Guanting had beaten someone up for Meng Tang. Could they be… married?
But she quickly dismissed that thought.
She had noticed earlier that Song Guanting wasn’t wearing a wedding ring on his ring finger.
Could they be lovers?
Chu Weiwei thought that was a strong possibility.
After all, for someone of Song Guanting’s status, keeping one or two mistresses in private was perfectly normal.
No wonder Meng Tang was so arrogant and dismissive of her. With a wealthy patron like Song Guanting, she really didn’t need to care about anyone else.
Looking down at the bloodied, unconscious Cheng Youjun on the ground, Chu Weiwei felt a wave of irritation rise within her.Although Cheng Youjun is very ambitious and certainly capable of making a name for himself in the entertainment industry with his abilities,
even if Cheng Youjun achieves the highest success, he cannot compare to the Song family, whose wealth rivals that of a nation.
For instance, when it comes to securing investments today, Cheng Youjun simply cannot offer much help.
At that moment, someone noticed the scene.
“Oh my god, someone is injured, covered in blood!”
“He looks like a celebrity, doesn’t he?”