Once Qin Chuchu finished the glass, Ye Bing burst into laughter, heaping on more praise.
“Come on, come on. We’ve already had one, what’s a little more? Another round!”
Ye Bing chuckled sleazily, opening another bottle of liquor.
Annoyance flashed in Qin Chuchu’s eyes, but she forced herself to endure it.
Just as Ye Bing was about to pour her more wine, the private room door was suddenly shoved open with a bang.
The noise startled the two people inside.
Especially Ye Bing.
Ye Bing froze, then anger flared. “Where are your manners?”
He thought it was a waiter.
But turning his head, he saw it wasn’t, but a strikingly handsome young man.
“You old bastard, think you’ve got a great alcohol tolerance, huh? Bottle after bottle, you can really drink, can’t you?” Bai Jinghong sneered.
“Who… who the hell are you? Do you know who I am?”
His fun ruined by this intruder, Ye Bing’s expression immediately soured.
In Dragon Sea, even wealthy tycoons had to show him some respect. This young man clearly didn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth.
Bai Jinghong was utterly unimpressed, his eyes full of contempt. “As a public official, you haven’t learned a shred of decency, but you’ve perfectly mastered the arrogance.”
Ye Bing slammed the table, his usual meeting-room authority radiating. “Who exactly are you? Looking for trouble?”
“Me?” Bai Jinghong laughed, sat down nearby, and reached out to pat his bald head. “Remember the name: your lord is called Bai Jinghong!”
“Bai Jinghong? I don’t care about some Bai Jinghong. If you don’t give me an explanation today, I’ll…”
Halfway through his sentence, Ye Bing froze.
“Bai… Young Master Bai!”
In a split second, Ye Bing’s face completely transformed, turning fawning and obsequious.
To not know the Bai Family in Dragon Sea meant you shouldn’t bother staying in Dragon Sea. To not know Bai Jinghong was even more ludicrous.
This infamous prodigal—even if you hadn’t seen the person, you’d certainly heard the name.
“Young Master Bai, what… what brings you here today? Have you eaten yet? I…”
Qin Chuchu was equally stunned. She naturally knew exactly who Bai Jinghong was.
The young master of Dragon Sea’s First Family, also notoriously known as Dragon Sea’s Number One Lapdog.
How much of a lapdog was he before? Let’s just say, dogs would have to call him Ancestral Master!
But judging by the situation, he was actually helping her? This defied all logic!
“Old bastard, spare me that act!” Bai Jinghong curled his lip. “I heard you outside going on and on about ‘giving face’ and ‘losing face.’ Is your face so damn big? How much face do you actually have?”
Ye Bing’s face was full of awkwardness as he forced a smile. “I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare. I’m just a nobody. What face do I have?”
Bai Jinghong didn’t hold back, his voice mocking. “So, tell me, did you slip something into the lady’s drink just now?”
“Huh?” Ye Bing’s heart sank, but he kept his flattering smile. “Young Master Bai must be joking. Nothing like that happened!”
“Oh, really? Then I guess I saw wrong.” Bai Jinghong casually picked up the freshly opened bottle of baijiu. “But the fact is, you were forcing her to drink.”
“I absolutely hate seeing women bullied, especially by old bastards like you.”
With that, Bai Jinghong grabbed the few remaining strands of hair on Ye Bing’s head, yanked his head back, and shoved the bottle into his mouth.
“Glug glug glug…”
The fiercely strong liquor burned down Ye Bing’s throat and into his stomach.
Ye Bing’s eyes bulged wide. He thrashed wildly but couldn’t break free from Bai Jinghong at all.
Bai Jinghong was now a Profound Level Late-stage Martial Artist. How could a potbellied, balding man possibly break free?
While pouring, Bai Jinghong turned his head to look at the utterly stunned Qin Chuchu.
“This dumbass is in charge of land approvals!”
“The new district construction uses public auctions for land. Once you win the auction, you don’t need his approval at all. You were played for a fool by this idiot!”
“He’s just after your body, and you kept drinking with him like an idiot!”
Qin Chuchu covered her mouth in disbelief.
She truly had never considered this. When she’d won the land auction, this bald guy had called her, saying some approval issues had popped up. That was the only reason for this drinking session.
Turns out that step never even existed.
Under Bai Jinghong’s relentless pouring, Ye Bing’s face turned ashen white, his eyes bloodshot.
Finally, he collapsed limply on the floor.
Qin Chuchu, who had been somewhat worried things might go too far, suddenly felt her head spin. Her whole body grew fuzzy and distant.
A wave of heat began to spread through her.
She suddenly remembered Bai Jinghong’s earlier question to the bald man: “Did you slip something into the lady’s drink just now?”
Her expression changed drastically. She braced herself against the table, wanting to leave first.
But the moment she stood, her arms and legs were completely limp. She pitched forward.
Quick as lightning, Bai Jinghong caught her by the waist.
Feeling the solid chest against her, Qin Chuchu felt an inexplicable stir in her heart.
Their faces were inches apart. Bai Jinghong could smell the alcohol-laced fragrance of her breath.
“Mmm~” Qin Chuchu let out a soft moan, leaning weakly against his shoulder.
“You’re really drunk. Let me take you to rest,” Bai Jinghong said with a light laugh, wrapping his arm around Qin Chuchu and heading for the door.
The instant he opened the door, a familiar, punchable face met Bai Jinghong’s eyes.
Chen Lin!
Bai Jinghong was slightly surprised. He’d thought altering the plot would prevent Chen Lin from appearing. He hadn’t expected to still run into him.
Just delayed a bit, that was all.
When Chen Lin saw Bai Jinghong, his eyes went wide with disbelief.
But seeing the beauty in his arms, then spotting Ye Bing lying on the floor inside, Chen Lin immediately understood.
He pointed at Bai Jinghong and roared, “You subhuman beast! You beat up the girl’s father, then got her drunk to take advantage of her!”
Originally, Chen Lin had booked this restaurant, planning to celebrate the company’s turnaround with Fan Ning’er.
After all, in his mind, injecting that one billion in funds had absolutely stabilized the situation.
But who could have imagined that bastard Bai Jinghong would interfere again?
His dream of a lunch date was ruined. But Chen Lin recalled that when he booked the premium private room, he’d paid a three-thousand-yuan deposit.
So he figured, even if he didn’t eat, he should at least get his deposit back.
Who’d have thought that after getting the refund, just taking a detour to the restroom, he’d run into Bai Jinghong’s dirty business.
With such a perfect excuse for a righteous intervention, he absolutely had to teach him a lesson today!
Maybe he’d even win that beautiful drunk woman’s favor. She truly was stunning!
Hearing the string of delusional thoughts Chen Lin was spouting, Bai Jinghong nearly burst out laughing.
What a moron. His imagination was wild. Even picture book storytellers wouldn’t dare spin it this way.
“If you’re sick, go get treatment. I can recommend a psychiatric hospital,” Bai Jinghong said dismissively.
“You’re courting death!” An aura of intense, oppressive power suddenly erupted from Chen Lin.
He was the mighty Hades. Killing the other party would be as easy as crushing an ant, and now this nobody dared speak to him like this.
Just the wedding fiasco and the board meeting alone had already put Bai Jinghong on his death list.
Let alone daring to insult him.
Bai Jinghong was utterly unimpressed. His current cultivation level was higher than Chen Lin’s.
Even if it came to blows, what did he have to fear?
“Let her go immediately! Hand her over to me, or I don’t mind crippling one of your arms!”
Chen Lin threatened again.
Bai Jinghong curled his lip and snorted coldly. “Cripple one of my arms? Well, my arm is very angry right now.”
The words barely left his mouth before Bai Jinghong struck with lightning speed, his hand aimed straight for Chen Lin’s face.
Chen Lin’s lip curled up in extreme contempt.
“Hah… a piece of trash like you actually thinks you can hit me? Utterly delusional, laughable…”
“Slap!”
A crisp sound echoed. Chen Lin staggered backward several steps, nearly crashing to the ground.
“What the hell are you babbling about? Do you actually think you’re hot shit?” Bai Jinghong didn’t forget to add a parting taunt.
Clutching his slapped face, Chen Lin was filled with utter shock. For a long moment, he couldn’t snap out of it.
It was absolutely unbelievable.
He had been through hundreds of battles, struck by bullets, slashed by knives, run through minefields, and played the flute.
But never, ever had he been slapped in the face like this.
So now you can imagine, just how much psychological damage this one mighty slap inflicted upon him!
