Chapter 359 Running into the line of fire

"Who are you to her?" President Jiang asked in a trembling voice.

Qin Ce bent down, grabbed President Jiang by the collar, and lifted him up from the ground.

Without saying a word, he punched President Jiang in the nose.

"ah--"

Mr. Jiang covered his nose, and blood instantly gushed out from between his fingers, staining the entire back of his hand red.

That wasn't the end of it. Qin Ce threw him onto the sofa, grabbed his neck, and punched him repeatedly in the face.

In his hands, General Manager Jiang was like a little chick, powerless to fight back, only able to let out miserable cries.

The loud singing in the private room perfectly masked his screams.

Yang Han watched from the side, her mouth twitching; it looked painful.

Before long, President Jiang could no longer speak, his face covered in blood.

Yang Han quickly went over and grabbed Qin Ce's arm, "Old Qin, that's enough. This place is not like Chongqing. It would be difficult to explain if we killed someone."

Qin Ce stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Yang Han.

The fierce look on his face startled Yang Han.

Yang Han coughed and advised, "I know you're angry, but there's no need. There are a hundred ways to make him wish he were dead. Why bother?"

After hearing Yang Han's words, Qin Ce regained his senses a little.

He slowly released President Jiang.

Mr. Jiang was on the verge of death. His last remaining consciousness prompted his first thought to call the police and then an ambulance.

He shakily reached into his pocket.

After Qin Ce released him, he turned around, but the next second, he suddenly grabbed the wine bottle on the table and smashed it on President Jiang's forehead.

Yang Han's eyes widened in shock: "!!"

Mr. Jiang twitched, then fell silent.

"Old Qin, you..."

Qin Ce's expression had returned to normal. He picked up a tissue from the table and wiped the blood from his hands without any expression.

He ignored Yang Han, walked over, picked up Qiao Xing, and turned to leave the private room.

Yang Han glanced at the mess in the private room, then at President Jiang, whose fate was unknown, on the sofa. He rubbed his temples in exasperation.

He took out his phone and called the police.

If he doesn't call the police, the club owner will, and then it will be even more troublesome.

Yang Han asked the waiter to call the manager over.

Qin Ce had vented his anger, but now he had to clean up that guy's mess.

After doing all this, Yang Han looked at President Jiang with pity; this man had really run into trouble.

Those two are having a fight right now, and this guy still dares to make a move on Qiao Xing. Isn't that just giving Qin Ce a perfect punching bag?

Shortly after, the club manager arrived.

The manager, a man in his forties with a large belly, was terrified when he came in and saw the scene.

"Oh my god, what have you guys done?!"

Yang Han walked over and patted the manager on the shoulder. "Calm down. I've already called an ambulance. Come on, let's sit down and talk."

The manager's lips twitched. "Brother, look at the mess you've made! How are we supposed to sit down and talk now?"

Yang Han asked, "Who owns this club?"

Can I tell you that?

"Do you know Yin Heng?"

The manager paused, his gaze turning wary. "What's your relationship with him?"

“I am his friend.”

The manager clearly didn't believe it.

Yang Han could tell from his reaction that he knew him. If he knew him, things would be easier. He took out his phone and made a call.

...

Inside the hotel, President Liao stood cautiously in front of Qin Ce, his neck hunched.

He stole a glance at the man sitting on the sofa.

The man was wearing only a shirt and sat there silently. Through his open collar, one could vaguely see the mottled bloodstains on his neck and chin.

Even though Mr. Liao is such a big boss, he didn't have any presence when he stood in front of him; he looked like a lackey.

"President Qin, I really didn't know that Jiang Hua was such a lecherous old man. Look at him, he's so old, yet..."

Mr. Liao wiped the sweat from his forehead. "It's my fault. I should have known better than to bring Qiao Xing to the company to see him."

Qin Ce remained silent.

Mr. Liao kept apologizing and said he would go to Qisheng to see their boss the next day.

"Get out." Qin Ce finally spoke.

Mr. Liao was taken aback for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief, "Alright, then you should get some rest."

After saying that, he quickly ran out of the room and gently closed the door.

Qiao Xing had a splitting headache after her sleep, and when she opened her eyes, the whole world was still spinning.

She recalled what happened last night, and with a start, she sat up abruptly in bed.

A wave of dizziness washed over her; she clutched her head, her stomach churning, feeling nauseous.

She closed her eyes to calm herself down, then tremblingly lifted the blanket to take a look. When she saw that she was not wearing anything, she froze.

A sudden, overwhelming feeling, like a thunderbolt from the blue, pinned her to the bed.

She hurriedly hugged the blanket to her chest, a mix of complex emotions welling up inside her. Her eyes stung, and tears blurred her vision.

That Mr. Jiang...

"woke up?"

A familiar voice came from the side, and Qiao Xing subconsciously turned his head to look.

She saw Qin Ce sitting beside her, looking at her indifferently.

Qiao Xing was even more confused. Seeing him suddenly appear, she couldn't tell how she felt at that moment.

"You, how did you get here?"

Qiao Xing suspected that she was still asleep, otherwise why would she see him as soon as she opened her eyes?

Qin Ce said, "If I weren't here, do you know what happened last night?"

Qiao Xing pursed her lips, her feelings complicated, but she also sensed the key point in his words. She hesitated before asking, "Last night I...?"

Qin Ce stared at her with an ambiguous expression, without answering.

Qiao Xing asked nervously, "Where are my clothes?"

"It's dirty, I'll change it for you."

Qiao Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he had taken his clothes off, but the thought of being completely naked under the covers made her cheeks feel hot.

"Thanks."

Qiao Xing tightened her grip on the blanket and asked him again, "When did you arrive?"

"yesterday."

"You came here to see me?"

Instead of answering, Qin Ce asked, "Do you want to see me?"

Qiao Xing fell silent, lowering her head without saying a word.

She came here because she didn't want to see him, but undeniably, she was happy to see him just now.

Therefore, she could not answer the question.

"Are you still insisting on a divorce?" Qin Ce asked.

Qiao Xing's heart skipped a beat, and she gripped the blanket tighter and tighter. She lowered her head and remained silent; silence was her answer.

She was grateful to Qin Ce for saving her last night, but that did not dispel her thoughts of divorce, nor could it bridge the gap between them.

Qin Ce stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up and walked outside.

The next second, a loud slam of the door slammed shut, making Qiao Xing shudder.

Qin Ce got off the elevator and arrived at the hotel lobby, where Yang Han and another man were talking.

Upon seeing Qin Ce come down, Yang Han immediately greeted him, "Old Qin."

Qin Ce walked up to the two men with a stern face. Yang Han pulled another man aside and introduced him: "Old Qin, this is Yin Heng. I should have mentioned him to you before."