“Meili, who let you in?!”
Brother Long’s good time was interrupted, and his anger flared. He twisted around and yelled at Sister Mei.
Sister Mei’s expression didn’t change. Her dark, inscrutable eyes met Su Wanqing’s for a brief moment. Su Wanqing thought to herself: no wonder she’s the pillar of this club. That face is almost like a demon’s—no wonder a big shot from Shangjing personally intervened to have her save someone.
Gathering her thoughts, Sister Mei quickly walked over, saying, “Brother Long, what did Wanqing do to upset you? I’ll apologize on her behalf.”
She reached out to pull Su Wanqing up, but Brother Long shoved her hand away.
“Meili, don’t give me that act! Tonight, this little bitch, Su Wanqing, is mine for sure.”
Sister Mei looked troubled. “Brother Long, it’s not that we don’t want to do this business with you, but Wanqing hasn’t signed any contract here to sell herself. If she doesn’t want to do something, even I can’t force her. Besides, this girl has a fiery temper. Just a week ago, some rich young master tried to take advantage of her, and she smashed a beer bottle across her own neck without even flinching.”
“See, look. The mark on her neck hasn’t even faded yet.”
Brother Long grabbed Su Wanqing’s cheek and looked closely. Sure enough, a faint scar was visible.
In an instant, his eyes darkened. After a moment, he let out a predatory laugh.
“If you want me to let you off, fine. Drink this alcohol.”
Su Wanqing looked down. On the tea table were six full glasses of alcohol. Her expression changed slightly.
Beside her, Brother Long watched with a calm, cold smirk.
Gritting her teeth, Su Wanqing steeled herself. She picked up the glass closest to her and gulped it down. The strong, fiery taste burned her throat, and for a moment she couldn’t even make a sound.
“Keep going.”
Without a word, she drank the next glass, and then the next. In no time, all six glasses were empty.
Her hand rested on the tea table, her cheeks slightly flushed, but her eyes remained clear and cold.
“Do you think Wanqing can leave now?”
Brother Long snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Sister Mei tilted her head back and said, “Thank you, Brother Long, for understanding. I really apologize for today. Next time you come, I’ll make sure the best girls in our club are out to accompany you.”
After saying this, Brother Long’s figure had already disappeared.
Only then did Sister Mei turn to Su Wanqing. “If I hadn’t heard the commotion and come in time, who knows what would’ve happened…”
Su Wanqing pursed her lips. A flash of coldness passed through her lowered eyes.
“Thanks for today, Sister Mei.”
“No need to be so polite. I was hoping you’d bring me more business. Just remember, be careful. I can’t always protect you.”
Sister Mei left. Su Wanqing watched her swaying, elegant figure disappear, then looked down and let out a mocking laugh.
She knew exactly what kind of person Sister Mei was. If she wasn’t a walking cash cow, there’s no way she’d be treated so kindly.
Adjusting her torn clothes, Su Wanqing lifted her leg to leave.
But just as she stepped out of the private room, a strong, unusual perfume hit her.
Her expression changed. Trouble! This perfume, mixed with alcohol, would turn into a potent aphrodisiac!
Someone wanted to harm her!
Covering her mouth and nose, Su Wanqing’s cold eyes scanned the surroundings. A few other girls were being embraced by men nearby, giggling, not noticing her.
She quickly withdrew her gaze, keeping her steps steady as she moved faster.
Getting out first was the priority. As for the person who tried to hurt her, she would find them eventually.
Once outside the club, a cold wind hit her face. Her muddled mind started clearing, though a strange sensation lingered deep inside her body.
Damn! That perfume had still gotten in more than she expected.
She grit her teeth, planning to hail a taxi on the roadside. But at that moment, a group of men dressed in rough, street-style clothing suddenly blocked her path.
“What do you want?” Su Wanqing’s guard immediately went up.
“Someone wants to see you.”
The leader smiled, full of ill intent.
Su Wanqing’s heart skipped a beat.
In the next instant, the door of a red Porsche swung open. A pair of slender legs stepped out.
At the same time, a woman’s cold, ruthless voice rang out.
“Su Wanqing, long time no see.”
Su Wanqing’s expression instantly changed. Her gaze turned icy.
The woman stepping out of the car wore a delicate red Chanel dress, her neck raised high, proud as a swan.
Her small, palm-sized face had exquisite features. She should have been a beauty, but a three-to-four centimeter scar marred her left cheek. Combined with her dark expression, it only made her look uglier.
“Jian Shanshan.”
Jian Ou’s younger sister—the one responsible for separating her and Jian Ou.
Jian Shanshan lifted her hand to her left cheek. Her gaze toward Su Wanqing was dark, as if ink might drip from it.
“Three years… Three years I’ve had countless cosmetic surgeries, yet this scar on my face won’t go away. And it’s all thanks to you, you bitch.”
“Su Wanqing, you stole Jian Ou and caused me to ruin my face. I dream every night that you die!”