He Shi’en turned out to be a paper tiger, unable to withstand the pressure from Zhou Cheng.
He wasn’t sure what Zhou Cheng might do—what if he disrupted his sister’s wedding ceremony?
In the end, he sheepishly went to get people to help contain the situation within a smaller circle. And Lu Yunshi had to come clean up this mess!
Du Zhaohui grabbed the pants-wetting Young Master Qiu and dragged him to the nearby bathroom, shoving his head under the faucet. When the cold water hit him, the previously stunned Young Master Qiu awoke to shiver.
“Du-Du Zhaohui… let me go…”
“Let you go?!”
Du Zhaohui pushed Young Master Qiu’s head into the basin, making him struggle for air, before finally pulling him back up. “What, still want me to let you go? Then I’ll release—”
“No! Don’t let go, *cough*!”
Du Zhaohui dunked him back into the sink several times, leaving Young Master Qiu gasping for air.
The lackeys were getting nervous—surely Du Zhaohui wasn’t planning to kill him!
“Du Zhaohui!”
Only when Xia Xiaolan called out did Du Zhaohui grunt and throw the man to the ground.
He gave Zhou Cheng a challenging look.
It seemed he was mocking Zhou Cheng for being too hesitant to take action.
Zhou Cheng immediately saw through Du Zhaohui’s thoughts—this Du fellow was still pining after his wife. How childish. This spineless man was just being used as a front.
The essence of this matter was that his wife was still considered an outsider in Hong Kong.
This kind of thing would never happen in Pengcheng—who would dare harass Xiaolan while drunk? Those people still had some shame.
Zheng Feng checked around the rest area and found nothing unusual. Only then did Zhou Cheng take the bag from Zheng Feng’s hands and toss it to Little You:
“Accompany Xiaolan to change her clothes. I’ll keep watch here.”
The rest area was a semi-open space.
Considering someone had been arranged to take photos, Zhou Cheng worried there might be hidden cameras in the rest area.
As Xia Xiaolan went to change clothes, everyone consciously left. Zhou Cheng stood at the doorway, making Xia Xiaolan feel completely secure.
She handed her stun gun to Little You.
Little You liked the device: “Mrs. Xia, could I get one too?”
If she had had another stun gun earlier, she wouldn’t have needed to take off her shoe to throw it.
While changing out of her soiled clothes, Xia Xiaolan casually replied, “You’ll have to ask your Brother Zhou about that. This one was from him too.”
How convenient these things were.
At today’s wedding banquet, no one would bring guns into the venue—security was quite strict with so many distinguished guests present. It would be terrible if something happened. But this stun gun could be brought in; Xia Xiaolan was an invited female guest and wasn’t searched thoroughly.
While Xia Xiaolan was changing, Tang Yuanyue and He Zhitong arrived.
He Shi’en had also dragged Lu Yunshi along, regardless of whether she wanted to come or not.
Lu Yunshi’s expression was very unpleasant.
He Zhitong looked at Tang Yuanyue, her newly wedded husband, who likely already understood the situation before them—
Tang Yuanyue looked at the gasping Young Master Qiu on the ground.
Then at the lackeys restrained by Zheng Feng, and the expressionless Zhou Cheng. Tang Yuanyue’s temple throbbed:
“Xiaolan, are you alright? Mr. Zhou, I think this is just a misunderstanding.”
Zhou Cheng looked at him, “Mr. Tang, although this is my first time dealing with you, please don’t make me question your intelligence. Is this just a misunderstanding?”
Of course, it wasn’t a misunderstanding.
But what could Tang Yuanyue do? Publicly question his newly wedded wife and make He Zhitong lose face?
Today’s incident had truly become a scandal.
He had repeatedly invited Xia Xiaolan to the wedding, saying “The innocent need not fear false accusations.”
He had also assured Xia Xiaolan that He Zhitong wouldn’t think too much of it—
Tang Yuanyue, the new head of Yuhua, actually appeared somewhat flustered before Zhou Cheng.
Zhou Cheng—he had seen him from afar before!
It seemed he had shed some of his former naivety.
His murderous aura made it impossible for Tang Yuanyue to blatantly lie.
He Zhitong, unable to bear seeing Tang Yuanyue in such difficulty, was about to speak when Lu Yunshi, who could no longer contain herself, burst out:
“If you didn’t act like such a slut, you wouldn’t attract perverts!”
She looked critically at Zhou Cheng.
He was truly handsome—Lu Yunshi, with all her worldly experience, had to admit he was one of the most attractive men she’d ever seen… probably another rich man Xia Xiaolan had hooked.
Zhou Cheng looked Lu Yunshi up and down. “A slut?”
His wife, whom he was even reluctant to touch roughly, was being called a slut?
Then what should they call a woman who changed men like changing clothes, all under the pretense of being progressive and open-minded?
“If you disapprove of my wife, you can tell her to her face, you can stay far away from her, you can even compete with her fairly—I believe Xiaolan wouldn’t refuse regardless of the challenge. But you didn’t choose any of these options. And you happen to be a woman, so I can’t even hit you—what should I do? I’m in quite a dilemma here. Can you suggest a solution?”
Wife?
What an outdated term!
Lu Yunshi was confused. Tang Yuanyue coughed, “This is Mr. Zhou, Xiaolan’s fiancé. Abby, Zhitong, did you perhaps believe the gossip tabloids from the other day? ‘Qihang Capital’ has nothing to do with me—it’s a company registered jointly by Miss Xia and Zhaohui—”
“Forget it, no need to explain. Zhou Cheng, let’s go.”
Xia Xiaolan suddenly felt everything was tasteless.
Why explain anything to He Zhitong and Lu Yunshi?
Summer insects cannot discuss ice.
People who don’t believe in her abilities won’t listen to explanations.
Perhaps she had been too eager to trap Xia Ziyu, causing her to lose her composure.
To win others’ respect, you don’t need arguments—you need irrefutable achievements… She should wait until after the Hong Kong stock market crash, when Qihang Capital makes its name in Hong Kong, before formally appearing in Hong Kong’s high society.
She also didn’t want Zhou Cheng to pull out a gun and shoot everyone. Tang Yuanyue could handle this incident however he wanted.
“We’re just leaving like this?”
Zhou Cheng asked her. Xia Xiaolan nodded. Zhou Cheng glanced at Lu Yunshi and the fallen “Young Master Qiu.”
“A word of advice to you both—be careful when traveling far from home.”
They did leave hand in hand, with Little You giving Lu Yunshi one last glare before running after them.
Hmph, trying to trip up Mrs. Xia—think this matter’s over just like that?
All thunder and no rain, Lu Yunshi thought disdainfully. See, nothing special after all.
Apart from his good looks, there was nothing remarkable about him.
He probably didn’t even know how many times he’d been cuckolded!
Du Zhaohui kicked the pervert on the ground:
“Tang Yuanyue, I borrowed the money and I’ll pay you back as soon as possible. Given your wife’s behavior, we’d better not associate much in the future!”
Du Zhaohui also strode away.
He Zhitong grew increasingly uneasy.
The wedding banquet wasn’t even over, and Tang Yuanyue was already questioning his marriage.
Was He Zhitong the right person?
“You don’t trust me, do you? When I say there’s nothing between me and Xia Xiaolan, you say you believe me, but you don’t believe it in your heart.
You’re my wife, and I’ll take responsibility for your mistakes, but you really shouldn’t underestimate Xia Xiaolan…
She has no romantic relationship with me or with Du Zhaohui—can’t you see the deep love in her eyes when she looks at her fiancé?
And Abby, you don’t need to wink and make faces. I’m willing to bear Zhitong’s mistakes, but I won’t bear yours.
Your outlook is far too narrow compared to Xia Xiaolan’s—it seems you think when a man and woman interact, it can only be about romance. Many things transcend male-female relationships!
Because you’re Zhitong’s friend, I’m willing to warn you—remember Mr. Zhou’s warning. Be careful when traveling far from home. If you can stay curled up in Hong Kong, then stay in Hong Kong. Don’t push your luck any further.”