Chapter 58: Today, None of You Will Leave in One Piece

Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Today, None of You Will Leave in One Piece

Caught off guard, Zheng Qiuhang cried out as a wine glass smashed against her.

Zhu Jian’an had thrown it hard. A sharp pain spread through her body.

The half-full glass of red wine spilled all over her cheongsam, leaving a large, bowl-sized stain at her waist.

"What is the meaning of this, Eldest Young Master Zhu?" Zheng Qiuhang was furious. She turned and glared coldly at Zhu Jian’an and his pack of cronies.

She had been working here for several days. While she had encountered some ill-mannered people, she had never met anyone this utterly classless.

The patrons of Li Garden Hall were, of course, either rich or powerful.

Most of these distinguished guests were polite. Even if they looked at her with lecherous eyes, no one had ever dared to be inappropriate.

There had been instances of drunk patrons getting unruly and trying to harass the staff, but they always backed down after security intervened.

But these people today had gone too far.

Zhu Jian’an sneered. "What’s the meaning? I told you to sit down and drink with us. Are you deaf?"

"Eldest Young Master Zhu, you’ve gone too far!" Zheng Qiuhang’s face was frosty. "Don’t you forget, this is Li Garden Hall!"

"You shameless bitch! I tried to be nice, but you just threw it back in my face!" Zhu Jian’an roared. "You’re just some student fresh out of school! You think just because someone gave you a job you’re better than everyone else? Daring to boss us around? Who the hell do you think you are? Believe it or not, I could have this whole place torn down!"

The birthday boy, Zhang Jinhong, seemed to grasp the situation. He stepped forward to block Zheng Qiuhang, a smirk on his face. "President Zheng, Eldest Young Master Zhu isn’t someone you can afford to offend. Don’t try to use Li Garden Hall to intimidate him. If he wanted to tear this place down, nobody could stop him. We’re your customers, the ones who pay your salary. Are you really going to have your benefactors beaten up? Now, hurry up and sit down. Be a good girl and have a drink with us."

The others immediately chimed in. "Yeah, hurry up and sit down! If you don’t, we’ll make you lie down!"

"Let go!" Zheng Qiuhang wrenched her arm from Zhang Jinhong’s grasp, her face cold as she warned, "Or I’m calling security!"

"She really thinks she’s hot shit, threatening us with security!" Zhu Jian’an burst into wild laughter, his expression utterly arrogant. Then his face turned cold, and he snarled, "You’re just some kept woman, some fucking whore! If other men can have you, why can’t we? Let me tell you something. Tonight, you’re not just going to sit. In a little while, you’re going to lie down! You hear me? Lie down for me. Take off your clothes and lie down."

The other rich brats jeered along, saying she wasn’t some "President Zheng," just some man’s kept mistress.

Another one crudely gestured at Zheng Qiuhang’s body, wondering aloud if her figure was so good because she’d been with so many men.

A scantily clad girl, nestled in the arms of a young man, cooed that when Zhu Jian’an had his way with her later, she’d probably do any position he wanted. Her act of "playing hard to get" was just a ploy for more money.

"Drink with us. Play with us. We’ll pay you extra!" Zhang Jinhong leered at Zheng Qiuhang, jutting his chin toward her ample chest. "What do you say, brothers? Anyone interested in having some fun with President Zheng?"

"Each of us here tonight will take a turn, and we’ll pool our money to buy you a villa!"

"Haha, and once you have the villa, you can just invite us over to play every day!"

"I’ll tell you what—the whole reason I came to Li Garden Hall tonight was for you!" Zhu Jian’an, pleased with his cronies’ support, laughed. "Tonight, I’m going to fuck you. I’ve set my sights on you, so just be a good girl and be my woman. Hahaha, I’ll make you feel like a new bride every night!"

As he spoke, a few of the rich brats had already moved in, grabbing and pulling at Zheng Qiuhang.

Enraged, Zheng Qiuhang violently shook them off and stumbled back a few steps.

Seeing that Zheng Qiuhang was about to flee, the party’s host, Zhang Jinhong, naturally wouldn’t let her get away. He lunged forward and grabbed her arm.

"Trying to leave? Not a chance!"

Furious, Zheng Qiuhang raised her hand and slapped Zhang Jinhong hard across the face. "Let me go!"

A sharp SMACK echoed through the room. A heavy slap landed on Zhang Jinhong’s face, leaving five clear, red fingerprints.

Slapped by a woman in front of so many people, Zhang Jinhong was stunned for a second before his face contorted with rage.

"You fucking bitch! How dare you hit me!" he roared, putting all his strength into a swing aimed at Zheng Qiuhang’s beautiful face.

All notions of chivalry vanished when he lost his temper.

But the expected SMACK of a slap never came. Instead, Zhang Jinhong, the would-be assailant, was sent flying backward. He crashed onto the coffee table with a loud THUD, scattering glasses, fruit, and everything else. The people sitting nearby yelped and scrambled to dodge the flying debris.

Several women shrieked in terror, their screams high-pitched enough to make one’s ears ring.

"Well, well. I never thought I’d see anyone dare to be so brazen in Li Garden Hall." The man who had sent Zhang Jinhong flying walked into the private room, his hands clasped behind his back. He smiled genially at the stunned crowd. "A whole group of men ganging up on one young woman. Have you no shame? If you’ve got guts, why don’t you try bullying me?"

Who else could it be but Wang Chenning?

Wang Chenning had actually arrived some time ago. He had stopped security from intervening, merely instructing them to prevent the rich brats’ bodyguards from entering.

Walking into the room, Wang Chenning gently patted the shoulder of Zheng Qiuhang, who was struggling to hold back tears. He pulled out a couple of tissues and handed them to her.

"You’re President Zheng of Li Garden Hall. You can’t be crying now," he said gently. After signaling for Zheng Qiuhang to step outside, he walked up to Zhu Jian’an, who was still in a daze, and asked with a smile, "You came here tonight just to sleep with her?"

"Who the hell are you?" Zhu Jian’an demanded, his face cold. "We’re in charge here tonight. Get the hell out!"

’Someone who dares to show up and play hero at a time like this, and who doesn’t seem to give a damn about our numbers, can’t be a simple character.’

’But he wasn’t afraid. He was here tonight with orders to stir up trouble. If anything went wrong, someone would be there to clean up his mess.’

Wang Chenning was still smiling. "I heard what you said. You want to sleep with her? And all of you want to take turns?"

"Yeah, so what?" Zhu Jian’an laughed mockingly before his expression turned vicious. "I’m going to count to three. If you don’t get out by then, you’ll be crawling out!"

As he spoke, he shot a meaningful glance at his cronies.

"I haven’t even slept with her. Who the hell do you think you are to try?" With a sharp SMACK, Wang Chenning slapped Zhu Jian’an across the face, the smile never leaving his own. "This slap is to help you remember that some women are off-limits."

Then he followed up with a heavy punch, driving his fist hard into Zhu Jian’an’s gut.

Zhu Jian’an cried out in pain as he was sent flying back onto the sofa, crashing into two of his panicked cronies.

"Who the hell are you?!" Struggling to his feet, Zhu Jian’an clutched his stomach and roared, his face a mask of pain and fury. "Aren’t you afraid of getting yourself killed?"

"I’m the one saving her," Wang Chenning said, gesturing to Zheng Qiuhang, who was now standing beside him. "She works for me. You bullied her, so I came to her rescue. Today, none of you are walking out of here in one piece."