Upon hearing his friend’s words, He Wenling frowned slightly and said, “Alright.”
The moment he heard He Wenling’s response, the man with purple hair immediately stood up, his eyes lighting up instantly.
“Let’s go now,” he urged, his voice filled with impatience, as if he couldn’t wait to confront Song Jinhe right away.
He Wenling reached for a glass of wine and took a small sip. The spicy taste of the alcohol spread through his mouth.
He glanced at the man indifferently before asking, “Are you in such a hurry?”
“Is it really necessary to rush so much just to cause trouble?”
At his question, the man’s excitement instantly died down.
“Brother He, I just want to help you get revenge as soon as possible,” the man said, sitting back down and holding his glass of wine, an awkward smile appearing on his face.
“Hah…”
He Wenling lowered his head, letting out a cold laugh from time to time.
If it weren’t for the fact that his family background and influence were inferior to He Wenling’s, he wouldn’t have to put up with He Wenling’s attitude at all.
The three of them sat together, drinking and chatting about how to make Xi Leyao kneel and beg for mercy, and how to show him who was boss.
When their faces were flushed red and their minds were somewhat muddled, He Wenling stood up, holding his glass high and shouting, “Let’s finish this drink, and then we’ll go cause trouble for Xi Leyao!”
“Alright—”
Just as they agreed, before they could finish their drinks, the door to the private room opened, and a man in a custom-made black suit walked in.
The dimly lit room suddenly brightened, and the three of them squinted their eyes, waiting to adjust before looking at the newcomer.
He Wenling’s dazed eyes instantly cleared, and the effects of the alcohol faded by more than half.
He hurriedly stood up, swaying slightly as he addressed the newcomer, “Big brother… what are you doing here?”
He Shixuan looked at his disappointing younger brother, his brows furrowing deeply.
He raised his hand and delivered a sharp slap. The crisp sound of the slap stunned He Wenling, and even the other two men beside him were startled.
The assistant following behind He Shixuan lowered his head, avoiding the scene. It seemed Chairman He was truly angry this time.
After all, what the second young master of the He family intended to do was truly disgraceful—bullying a former rising star of the capital city.
Moreover, during this period, the second young master had been drinking at the Blue Sky Bar every day, returning home drunk each night.
Today, Chairman He had finally made time to teach him a lesson. No one expected him to start with a slap.
He Wenling turned his head to the side, his cheek burning with pain.
Blood nearly seeped from the corner of his mouth, and the alcohol-induced haze vanished instantly. He looked at his older brother, his voice growing stiff.
“Brother, why are you here?”
“If I hadn’t come, would you have continued drinking yourself into a stupor before going home?” He Shixuan asked, a faint smile appearing on his otherwise cold face.
“Absolutely not!” He Wenling hurriedly explained.
“Then come back with me.”
At these words, He Wenling quickly agreed, “Yes, brother.”
After dealing with his younger brother, He Shixuan turned his gaze to the other two men, his eyes settling on the one with purple hair.
“You should keep your petty schemes to yourself. The capital city isn’t lawless enough for that.”
“If anything happens, the Song family won’t let you off either.”
After saying this, He Shixuan dragged his younger brother out of the room.
Leaving only the two of them and the manager there, the purple-haired man froze for a moment before breaking out in a cold sweat.
Had the Song family not given up on Song Jinhe?