Chapter 50 His Rage
You can't afford to offend him, and you can't hide from him either. Anyway, we are all going abroad, so just do it for the boss's sake.

Stop.

This matter has nothing to do with his elder brother.

Liang Weining struggled for a while, but still replied with a smile, [OK, Second Young Master.]

That night, the Ma Xiao tasted bland. Seeing this, my best friend teased and said, "You went to Pokfulam and came back distracted. Is your boss a cannibal?"

Liang Weining raised her eyes with resentment, moved her lips, not knowing what to say, and swallowed her words back.

I've never seen her so conflicted.

Gu Yunzhen drank his wine leisurely and made a bold guess, "Mr. Chen is pursuing you."

This sentence was like thunder from a clear sky.

The girl sat up straight and was about to speak when her best friend interrupted her: "Don't be so quick to deny it. Avoidance is not a long-term solution."

No one knows her better than Gu Yunzhen.

Liang Weining drooped, frowned and said in distress: "Given his status, what on earth does he like about me?"

Falling into self-doubt.

Just by looking at a few words, Gu Yunzhen could tell that her Ning Xiaoguai was also moved.

Only in front of the person you like will you have nonsensical thoughts and cling to a reason that may not even exist.

There is no reason why a man falls in love with a woman.

When those in high positions bow their heads, it all depends on whether those in low positions can hold up their hearts.

If the flow is favorable, then sink down. If the flow is unfavorable, then withdraw decisively.

Gu Yunzhen leaned over and gently touched the can in the girl's hand. "Do whatever you want to do. As long as the rope is connected, the kite will never fly away."

Finally, he added: "Whether you can do it or not, this old and run-down house will always be kept for you."

Liang Weining laughed.

She shouldn't have thought too much about it, but she had her own career plan. She was only 22 years old and couldn't eat love. What's more, the normal relationship between men and women that Chen Jingyuan talked about made her feel vague and unreal.

Office romance.

The difference between an executive director and a secretary is so huge. She would have to wear several centimeters of high heels to barely reach his shoulders.

Mr. Chen from Hong Kong was born to stand on a high place. The distance between her and him was as far as mountains and rivers.

At six o'clock the next afternoon, Liang Weining arrived at Chen Ershao's farewell banquet on time.

I remember the last time I came to GLD Club was a month ago.

At that time, she was surrounded by a group of rich young men. After trying to persuade them in vain, she planned to give in and have a couple of drinks, but she didn't expect the bar hall to suddenly become commotion. Then, she saw the dissolute Chen Ershao, like a wilted dove, being ruthlessly carried away by the cold-faced black-clad bodyguards.

There is a farewell banquet tonight, I wonder what that young master will do.

Headache.

The box was filled with expensive wine, and almost everyone brought a female companion with them. Fortunately, after all, their families were well-known and the scale of the scene was still well-behaved.

The young masters of the Hong Kong circle were having a romantic gathering in private. Liang Weining felt that he was out of place, so he chose to sit in the corner.

Someone asked Chen Shaoan who the beautiful girl was and why he had never brought her out to play.

The latter sipped her wine with a casual expression, "A serious girl wouldn't dare to play."

The other party was puzzled, "If you can't play, why did you call people here? What's the point?"

It's meaningless.

But before leaving, I just wanted to take a few more looks.

Later, Chen Shaoan left temporarily due to some matters, leaving a group of noblemen to drink and have fun. Liang Weining naturally prepared to leave as well.

Just as he stood up, he was stopped by a wine glass.

It was the person who had just chatted with Chen Shaoan.

She knew she couldn't afford to offend him, so she took the wine glass, drank it symbolically and smiled faintly, "I still have something to do, please make way, Mr. Qin." The other party moved aside to make way for her and curled his lips playfully.

After walking two steps, another person came over from the sofa, handed over the microphone and said, "Second Master will be back soon. It won't be too late to sing a few lines before leaving."

“Sorry, I don’t speak Cantonese.”

She can't understand Cantonese, and can't sing Cantonese songs. It's obvious at a glance that she is a mainland girl.

At this time, in the banquet hall on the top floor of the club, Mr. Qin, the behind-the-scenes boss of GLD, acted as a middleman to set up a business bureau, and the guest of honor was none other than Mr. Chen from Zhonggang.

After three rounds of drinks, the conversation came to an end.

The air fell silent, and there was no response from the person at the main seat. Mr. Qin raised his head from his glass of Whisky Macallan and looked across in confusion.

The man was leaning against the sofa with a calm expression, his hand holding a cigarette resting on half of the armrest, browsing the contents of his mobile phone.

A few minutes ago, I accidentally came across my younger brother’s social media updates.

A practice party is being held tonight. In the private room full of debauchery, a girl in the corner is photographed. She is so low-key that she is inconspicuous, but she becomes the focus of the whole photo.

After staring for a while, Chen Jingyuan called the bodyguard and asked him to find out which private room the second young master was in.

Public restroom downstairs.

Liang Weining felt drunk after drinking the wine. He lay drowsy in front of the sink and poured two handfuls of cold water on his face to wake himself up.

The rear door handle turned, and another strong smell of alcohol was faintly approaching.

Before she could raise her head to react, the playboy's hand had already climbed to her waist.

A feeling of nausea instantly spread throughout my body.

She stepped back and struggled to break free, looking at him coldly, "Mr. Qin, please respect yourself, otherwise I will call the police immediately."

Call the police.

It was like hearing a joke.

"Do you know who owns this club? GLD's surname is Qin. Even if they arrest you, without evidence, what can the police do to me?"

There are two kinds of power in this circle, one is dirty and the other is noble.

There is no doubt that the person with the surname Tan belongs to the former.

Liang Weining was alone and weak, and didn't want to confront him head-on. She endured the discomfort in her stomach and pretended to be calm, "I am the secretary of Mr. Chen of the China-Hong Kong Group. I don't want to be biased, but I want to be biased. Mr. Qin, please be merciful and let me go."

Whose secretary?

When the other party heard this, his expression paused.

"I have never heard of such a charming female secretary around Mr. Chen."

The man surnamed Qin approached the girl with sarcasm and interest, saying obscene words, "In Hong Kong, there are countless women who want to get into Chen Jingyuan's bed. How about this, you serve me first, and when you've had enough fun, I'll introduce you to someone, or maybe you—"

Just when we were talking excitedly, there was a loud bang from behind.

The tightly closed door was violently kicked open.

Before the man surnamed Qin could turn around, he felt a chill on his back. Someone suddenly grabbed his neck and slammed him against the wall.

A muffled groan and the impact of a heavy object were heard at the same time, and the air seemed to be drained out in an instant.

The young man had been indulging in sensual pleasures for years, so how could he withstand such a severe blow? He slid down the muddy marble wall, half of his skull was bleeding, and he sat on the ground, unable to fight back.

In the dead silent bathroom, Chen Jingyuan expressionlessly took off his suit and threw it to the bodyguard. He raised his wrist to loosen his cufflinks, then leaned down to cast a large shadow, grabbed the man by the collar, and dragged him to the sink.

Half of the young man’s face was pressed hard against the conical table, his lips trembled violently, and he was so frightened that he forgot to beg for mercy.

"Who do you want to serve you?" Chen Jingyuan didn't look at the girl. His voice sounded like it came from the abyss of hell. It was so flat without any ups and downs, but it made people fall into an ice cellar for no reason.

The person who was most frightened by the scene in front of him was actually Liang Weining.

She didn't dare to look at the blood, but just fixed her dull gaze on the man's face, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

　I have seen everyone's messages every day. Because I have to hurry up and write, I can't reply one by one, but I have seen your enthusiasm, haha. Thank you for your support, post it~
　　
　
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