“Well, they came prepared.”

Xia Xiaolan narrowed her eyes: “Young Master Qiu, you know me?”

Qiu swayed as he walked, nodding with a sycophantic smile, “You’re Chairman Xia who bought the Central office. A woman being called ‘Chairman’ is too aggressive – better to call you Miss Xia. Didn’t know you before, but now we do!”

Perfect.

That tone reminded Xia Xiaolan of someone.

The last thug who blocked her path wanting to “make friends” – the grass on his grave must be two meters tall by now.

“Make friends? I don’t know who told you what, but they’re too cowardly to act themselves, tricking you to be their pawn. Did drinking wash away your intelligence?”

Xia Xiaolan stepped forward. Already tall, wearing heels with her women’s suit pants made her half a head taller than Young Master Qiu. Her expression turned strange – Hong Kong people were short. This Qiu fellow couldn’t compare to her Chengzi, he was even shorter than Du Zhaohui.

Pale and pudgy with dark circles under his eyes – someone whose body was ravaged by wine and women.

One shock should drop someone like this, right?

Young Master Qiu heard the contempt in Xia Xiaolan’s voice.

No matter how low he’d sunk, he wouldn’t be looked down on by a northern girl.

What, a northern girl – Tang Yueyue could have her, Du Zhaohui could have her, but he couldn’t?

He, a Qiu, wasn’t much worse than them… Even if he was far below Tang Yueyue, what was Du Zhaohui? They were cut from the same cloth!

“Young Master here sees you have some charm and wants to be friends. Don’t refuse my goodwill – you’re just a woman who can be bought! Oh, you’re different from those actresses, you’re more expensive!”

In Young Master Qiu’s eyes, Xia Xiaolan was just a high-class courtesan.

What is Qihang Capital? Wasn’t it just Tang Yueyue and Du Zhaohui’s money, putting this woman up front to manage things?

This woman did have a certain allure.

Young Master Qiu’s gaze grew hazy as he signaled his lackeys.

“You can call people if you want, but you seduced me, I-“

The “I” caught in his throat as his pudgy body convulsed. Xia Xiaolan withdrew her hand as Young Master Qiu collapsed, trembling.

Perhaps his body was too weak – suddenly shocked, his pants were wet with a foul smell, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

You Li seized the moment while they were stunned, swinging her bag wildly:

“Disgusting pervert, harassing Chairman Xia – take a look in the mirror at your pig face!”

You Li not only swung her bag but took off her heels to strike, beating the drunk harassers until they fled covering their heads. Seeing Young Master Qiu showing signs of recovery, Xia Xiaolan gave him another shock.

She left the rest area.

Why hadn’t Zheng Feng arrived? Had that kid He Shi’en tricked her?

A man with a camera hanging from his neck, pressed against the wall, was completely stunned.

“What, never seen such a worthless drunk?”

The man shook his head honestly, “Never-“

Xia Xiaolan beckoned him, “Come here, what were you photographing? Did He Zhitong send you, or was it Lu Yunshi? Wanting to take some compromising photos! Hey, why are you running? I won’t shock you!”

The taser’s charge was precious.

Though Zhou Cheng had given her an improved version with more charges, she still needed to use it sparingly!

But at the word “shock,” the cameraman ran faster, instantly disappearing down the corridor.

You Li came panting, “Chairman Xia, I’ll catch him!”

To be a good secretary for Chairman Xia, managing schedules and knowing languages weren’t enough – she needed some self-defense skills too. Manager Ge said she started martial arts too late, and could only learn basic moves.

Basic was fine – it came in handy, didn’t it?

But leaving Chairman Xia alone here… You Li hesitated, only able to glare hatefully as the cameraman vanished.

Bang–

A sound rang out as the man who’d run past the corridor corner was thrown against the wall.

You Li rejoiced: “Chairman Xia, Zheng Feng’s here!”

Better late than never – Zheng Feng’s skills could teach these disgusting men a lesson.

A foot stepped out first.

Wait, Zheng Feng wore a black suit today – this wasn’t his foot.

The next moment, a face that surprised Xia Xiaolan appeared unexpectedly before her.

Bronze-tanned skin.

Spirited short hair.

Features belonging to the man she longed for.

“Zhou Cheng!”

How did Zhou Cheng suddenly appear?

Did he fall from the sky?

Xia Xiaolan was stunned with joy.

Seeing she was unharmed, Zhou Cheng’s cold expression finally softened as he strode over.

The men beaten by You Li were cursing – Zhou Cheng kicked out casually, shattering their teeth and leaving them bleeding.

The next second, Xia Xiaolan was pulled into his embrace as Zhou Cheng patted her back like comforting a child:

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

Xia Xiaolan nodded messily.

She wasn’t afraid at all – such crude provocations couldn’t frighten the worldly Xia Xiaolan.

Zhou Cheng’s sudden appearance left her with many questions.

But his embrace was real, his chest warm, his arms strong – not her imagination. Her Chengzi came! Appearing at Tang Yueyue and He Zhitong’s wedding, Xia Xiaolan couldn’t help smiling. She shouldn’t have given up hope – Zhou Cheng always surprised her!

Following Zhou Cheng was Zheng Feng, then He Shi’en.

He Shi’en’s face turned green – just because this guy was handsome he could embrace people?

Let go of the pretty sister already!

Then seeing Young Master Qiu convulsing on the ground, He Shi’en’s expression darkened further.

If Du Zhaohui was known throughout Hong Kong as a playboy, this Qiu’s reputation exceeded the former Du Zhaohui! At least Du Zhaohui’s relationships with women were consensual, and breakups were clean. This Qiu took anyone available, regularly bought women, and was garbage who forced women – just last year, a female student accused this garbage Qiu of rape, but the case was dismissed, surely settled with the Qiu family’s money!

Zheng Feng grabbed the cameraman:

“Who sent you to take photos? What did you want to photograph?”

Only because Chairman Xia’s clothes were intact – otherwise, Captain Zhou would have kicked him to death.

Xia Xiaolan took a deep breath, breaking free from Zhou Cheng:

“He Shi’en, what do you think they were trying to do?”

He Shi’en’s face flushed.

Would his sister do this?

Must be that woman Lu Yunshi’s doing.

Was Lu Yunshi crazy? If this got out, where would the Tang and He families put their faces?

No, in Lu Yunshi’s view, it wouldn’t escalate – she wouldn’t let Qiu do anything despicable, just take some photos of struggle, make up some disgusting news, and let Xia Xiaolan suffer this injustice… Beautiful women in business couldn’t avoid such scandals. People with shit for brains wouldn’t acknowledge Xia Xiaolan’s abilities, preferring to believe she slept her way up.

Otherwise, if a group of men couldn’t handle Xia Xiaolan, wouldn’t that show their incompetence?

“I… if my sister was involved in this, I apologize on her behalf!”

Before Xia Xiaolan could speak, Zhou Cheng said expressionlessly:

“Even murder can’t be answered for by proxy, how can there be apologies by proxy? You’re He Shi’en, right? Thank you for looking after my fiancée – let me handle the rest.”

Fiancée!

This man gave Xia Xiaolan that diamond ring?

So stingy – that tiny ring wasn’t even 2 carats, look at his sister’s wedding – she got an 8-carat rock!

Though He Shi’en cursed Zhou Cheng’s stinginess in his heart, he didn’t dare argue, intimidated by Zhou Cheng’s presence.

Another set of footsteps approached.

It was Du Zhaohui, running over anxiously with others.

So his eyes hadn’t deceived him – that pretty boy Zhou… no, now a bronze-faced Zhou really appeared at the wedding. He’d seen He Shi’en running toward the rest area with two men, one seemed to be Xia Xiaolan’s driver, and the other was the man Du Zhaohui most hated and envied. His mind heated, abandoning his best man duties to chase after them.

Seeing the fallen pervert Qiu, Du Zhaohui instantly guessed most of what had happened.

But Zhou Cheng could hold Xia Xiaolan’s hand while he could only watch.

Du Zhaohui was furious.

And found Zhou Cheng an eyesore.

How could this bronze face suddenly come to the wedding?

Wasn’t he some classified unit official? Coming to HK whenever he wanted– Du Zhaohui silently bled, feeling he’d missed a crucial chance to play hero.

Zhou Cheng glanced at Du Zhaohui before returning his gaze to He Shi’en:

“Will you invite your brother-in-law and sister, or should I go out to handle this myself? I think you’d prefer the former – the latter might be harder to control!”