Chapter 744: 381 Good Show_3
Chapter 744: 381 Good Show_3
Who on earth was this man?
Zheng Qing lifted the wine bottle with his empty hand and poured it on his own boot. “Ah, my shoes are dirty. Boss Wan, would you help me clean them up? It’d be better if you used your tongue.”
Wan Xiang’s face turned green: “In your dreams.”
Zheng Qing’s dagger came an inch closer, a thin line of blood appearing on Wan Xiang’s neck. Zheng Qing sneered: “The knife is blind.”
“You dare! You’re committing murder! Killing means paying with your life.”
Zheng Qing laughed as if he’d heard something funny. “Boss Wan, are you joking? How many lives are held in the hands of your Qinglong Association? Do you need me to list them one by one? When in Rome, do as the Romans do – I’ll play by the rules of your Qinglong Association.”
“Who are you? Aren’t you afraid of being an enemy of the Qinglong Association and the Rans? Young man, don’t be too arrogant,” warned Wan Xiang gravely.
“I came here in high spirits to have fun, but Boss Wan insists on making things difficult for me. I’ve got to save face too – I can’t let people slap me on one cheek and then offer them the other. Boss Wan, being a man who values face, should be deeply empathetic.”
Wan Xiang’s face became stiff, his anger trapped.
“It’s all a misunderstanding. Here’s a proposal: with Master Wen as our witness, let’s take a step back, shake hands, and make peace. As the saying goes, ‘No fight, no acquaintance.’ Boss Wan, Mr. Zheng Qing, what do you think?”
“I can’t afford to make friends with Boss Wan,” Zheng Qing snorted.
By then, Aunt Hong had already set up the ladder. Wan Xiang wasn’t stupid. “It was my mistake for not recognizing the great man. I’ll make friends with you.”Nôv(el)B\\jnn
Zheng Qing put away his dagger and sat down with disdain. “I’m not interested. Get lost, and don’t show up in front of me again.”
Wan Xiang glanced at him deeply, waved his hand, and turned around: “Let’s go.”
Lao Wu glanced at Zheng Qing and quietly left from the corner.
Ran Gong wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and took a step forward. “Miss, you were frightened tonight.”
Aunt Hong’s eyelashes fluttered, and she subconsciously touched the broken hair at her temples.
“Miss? If I’m not mistaken, this young lady is Master Wen’s daughter, the newly-acknowledged Miss Ran?”
Everyone was shocked at these words.
A burst of exclamations ensued.
The Miss Ran was here, and the man who made Wan Xiang suffer a setback was her man.
Wasn’t this like the flood washing away the temple, an in-house fight?
Zheng Qing stabbed his dagger into the tea table and sat down confidently.
“Is it a big deal for the Miss Ran to have some fun?”
The next day’s Weibo hot search was about to explode, with headlines like “Miss Ran goes to a nightclub, evil nature exposed without reservation?”
Aunt Hong laughed: “We are honored by the Miss’s presence. Had we known earlier, we would have made preparations. As it is, I’m afraid this was not suitable for the Miss.”
“Alright, everyone disperse. The air isn’t flowing well with everyone crowding around, the Miss doesn’t like it.” Zheng Qing waved his hand.
Although the crowd dispersed, they continued to discuss and gossip about the Miss.
Most of the people who came hadn’t seen the real face of the Miss, but they had heard various rumors about her from various channels.
She was rumored to be beautiful, compassionate, and highly intelligent…
Everyone tried hard to widen their eyes, wishing they had x-ray vision to see through the darkness and glimpse the young girl’s beauty.
However, they were disappointed.
She seemed like a cloud of mist, hidden in the darkness, making her even more mysterious.
Only the hem of her dragging skirt was left for people’s boundless imagination.
At this moment, a person walked up to Aunt Hong and whispered a few words in her ear. Aunt Hong narrowed her eyes and glanced at Ran Gong.
Ran Gong nodded his head.
Aunt Hong suddenly laughed: “It turns out that the Miss came here to find little Dong. This is really like the big water flooding the Dragon King’s temple.”
“Dong Jiahe is a signed artist at my friend’s company. If Aunt Hong has met him, could you tell me his whereabouts?” The young girl’s voice was gentle and calm, like a cool breeze on a summer night sweeping away the heart’s impatience.
Aunt Hong ordered her subordinates: “Go, bring little Dong here.”
Facing Ming Jing and Zheng Qing, she sighed: “Little Dong has been singing in my club for several years. I know a little about his background – he comes from a poor family. However, he is talented and hardworking, and he’s bound to succeed one day. Later, I heard that he was signed by a company, and he left my club. A few days ago, he suddenly returned and fell in love with a girl at the club. The two of them insisted on eloping. As you know, this small business of mine relies on the girls signing voluntary contracts. They can’t just leave whenever they want.”
“Young Dong is too naive to understand the stakes involved. Unfortunately, these past few days I have been busy, so I had no choice but to lock him up. I was planning to contact his family or agent to come and pick him up once things had settled, when coincidentally, you arrived.”