Song Xi was as cold as an iceberg. She asked, "Really?"
"Don't play dumb! I haven't touched this dish once!"
Song Xi said again, "Really? Think about it again."
"Of course I didn't eat—"
The voice stopped abruptly. Wang Shao had an epiphany: "You intentionally made me get food for you!"
"I forgot."
Song Xi raised an eyebrow, her tone lazy, but Wang Shao saw a curve of triumph at the corner of her mouth.
Wang Shao understood instantly.
This was a trap she had set from the beginning, leading him step by step into it!
"Bitch! You damn bitch!!"
Wang Shao was furious, his eyes bloodshot. He finally understood why Zhang Qi had dumped her. Keeping a woman like this around was a nightmare!
"Let me go, let me go!"
No matter how much Wang Shao struggled, he couldn't break free from the two burly men.
He was like a mad dog, baring his teeth, as if he wanted to tear Song Xi to pieces.
Song Xi, however, was not afraid of him at all. She even walked up to him.
She said coldly, "Do you think a bit of dirty money can make all women flock to you? In my eyes, you're no different from Zhang Qi, equally disgusting."
She casually picked up a glass of red wine and poured it over his head.
The red wine stained his face and dripped onto his suit, making him look even more disheveled than Liu Mei.
"Taozi is my best friend. I won't let anyone say anything about her."
Ge Baitao looked touched. "Xixi..."
Song Xi took out a bank card from her wallet. "This glass of wine is on me." With that, she pulled Ge Baitao and left.
Wang Shao roared from behind, "Song Xi, you wait! I won't let you go!!"
Wang Shao yelled for a long time until the women were out of sight.
He threatened the manager, "I'm telling you, if my dad finds out, he'll smash your restaurant, believe it or not! Get your boss out here! Ask him if he dares to treat me like this, unless he doesn't want to stay in A City!"
"Oh really?"
A low, magnetic voice sounded from ahead.
Lou Yuming had come down from the second floor at some point. He pushed aside the curtain and approached.
The moment Wang Shao saw the man's face, he instantly froze in fear.
"Uncle... Uncle Lou, why are you here?"
Everyone in the circle called Lou Yuming "Uncle," even without any relation, mainly to get closer, and as a sign of respect.
Wang Shao had never spoken to Lou Yuming before, not even his father had the right to, only seeing him a few times from a distance.
Lou Yuming's status in A City was unshakable. Even though everyone knew about his relationship with the Zhang family, his capabilities and ruthlessness were undeniable, leaving quite a psychological shadow on the younger generation.
So when he saw Lou Yuming emerge from behind the curtain, Wang Shao almost wet himself from fright.
"Who did you just say doesn't want to stay in A City?"
Lou Yuming's tone was light, but it felt like an invisible mountain, pressing down on Wang Shao, who started sweating profusely from his forehead.
"I-I-I was just talking big, I said it casually..."
But the next second, the manager beside him blurted out something that made Wang Shao's blood run cold.
"Boss."
Wang Shao's face turned pale, his lips trembling uncontrollably. He looked terrified, "B-Boss?"
It turned out Lou Yuming was the boss!
This news was like a bomb, nearly shattering Wang Shao.
A foul, pungent odor suddenly filled the air, followed by a yellow liquid flowing from Wang Shao's lower body.
Lou Yuming's dark eyes flickered with disgust as he looked at the soiled floor.
"Is Wang Dongyan's son this spineless?"
"I, I, I..."
The manager nervously stepped forward, about to recount everything that had just happened. Unexpectedly, Lou Yuming raised his hand to stop him. As if he knew everything, he said coldly, "If you have no money, follow the rules."
"Yes."
The manager asked Wang Shao, "Sir, your arm or your leg, which do you choose?"
Wang Shao, already terrified to the point of losing control of his bodily functions, almost fainted upon hearing this.
"...What do you mean? Uncle Lou, I was wrong. I was bewitched by that vixen. It's all Song Xi's fault, that damn—"
"Bang!"
Lou Yuming picked up an exquisite dinner plate and smashed it onto Wang Shao's face.
The action was fierce, and a tooth flew out of Wang Shao's mouth.
The plate shattered, and his mouth was full of blood.
Lou Yuming's eyes turned sinister. "Your mouth is so dirty, you should just speak less."
Wang Shao fell to the ground in pain and whimpered.
"Uncle... Lou, I want to call my dad..."
Finally, he gathered all his strength and said this.
Lou Yuming sat on a chair, his legs crossed, his gaze condescending and cruel, as if he were looking at an inanimate object.