Liu Ying stared wide-eyed at Wang Hu with curiosity, and asked eagerly, "Who exactly is that person?"

A cold smile crept across Wang Hu's lips as he replied disdainfully, "He's just a stupid rich kid who bullies ordinary people all day long, relying on his father's power. I came to the provincial capital specifically to teach him a lesson!"

Wang Hu felt a surge of displeasure when he recalled the sinister glint in Song Mingyuan's eyes yesterday. He simply couldn't believe that Song Mingyuan would back down so easily; after all, that guy was notoriously treacherous and cunning.

Wang Hu wasn't the type to only retaliate after being bitten by a snake; he had long been on guard against Song Mingyuan.

Just as Wang Hu had predicted, Song Mingyuan was indeed a venomous snake, ready to bite at any opportunity!

Seeing this, Liu Ying took a deep breath, stood in front of Wang Hu without hesitation, put on a brave and fearless look, and said loudly, "Then how do you need me to help you?"

Looking at Liu Ying's adorable appearance, Wang Hu couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahaha, my silly girl!"

Seeing this, Liu Ying pouted, raised her small fist as if to punch Wang Hu, and said coquettishly, "Hey, what are you laughing at!"

Wang Hu quickly suppressed a laugh and explained, "I wasn't laughing at you. Following you is definitely out of the question, and with your skinny arms and legs, you're no good at fighting either. Do you expect me to use my feminine wiles? I couldn't bear to do that!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Ying blushed instantly and scolded playfully, "How annoying! Who wants to use their beauty to seduce me!"

Seeing this, Wang Hu quickly said, "Okay, okay, stop joking. Actually, there are many ways you can help me. Aren't you an accounting major? You can help me with the accounts!"

The beautiful woman in the red bodycon skirt next to Song Mingyuan is named Qian Rou, and she is Song Mingyuan's mistress!

Qian Rou's fingertips were still hovering on Song Mingyuan's taut shoulder line, her pink crystal nail polish reflecting a shimmering light under the corridor lamp.

Seeing the man's face trembling and twitching, she swallowed her unease and forced a soft smile: "Mingyuan, are you alright?"

Suddenly, veins bulged on Song Mingyuan's neck as he gritted his teeth and roared, "It's all your fault, you stinking woman! If you hadn't insisted on coming here to shop, I wouldn't have suffered this humiliation!" Before he finished speaking, a slap, accompanied by the sound of wind, landed heavily on her face.

Qian Rou staggered and crashed into the wall, her diamond earrings scraping against the marble floor with a screeching sound.

She covered her burning face, tears welling up in her eyes, and watched Song Ming's retreating figure, her knees trembling slightly beneath her pink bodycon skirt.

Before, a mere blink of her eyes would have been enough for the man to pluck the stars from the sky, but now he wouldn't even give her a second glance.

At the same time, Wang Hu's Porsche came to a steady stop in front of the Ritz-Carlton.

The gilded, ornately carved revolving door exhaled a fragrant aroma, and the valet jogged over to take the keys, the metal car emblem still warm in his palm.

Liu Ying gazed at the giant crystal chandelier hanging from the lobby's dome, her rosy lips agape: "It's so beautiful..."

"Do you have presidential suites?" Wang Hu leaned against the gilded reception desk.

The receptionist gave a professional smile and quickly accessed the system: "Yes, sir, the top floor features a 270-degree panoramic observation deck and a private swimming pool..."

"Open for one week first." Wang Hu tapped the table lightly with his fingertip. Behind him, Liu Ying covered her mouth, staring at the numbers flashing on the electronic screen. "Sir, our presidential suite costs [amount] yuan per day, totaling [amount] yuan for seven days."

"I wish you a pleasant life, Mr. Wang." As the elevator ascended, her eardrums felt slightly heavy. Liu Ying looked at the embracing figures reflected in the mirror and struck a few poses.

The elevator doors opened, and Wang Hu put his arm around her waist. "Stop being so vain, let's go in."

Liu Ying pouted her red lips and retorted, "Hmph! Who's being vain?"

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, a beautiful woman in a black suit greeted me. "Hello Mr. Wang and Ms. Liu, I am Zhou Yan, your butler in the presidential suite."

"Hello, Butler Zhou!"

Upon entering the room, Butler Zhou pointed to the large chandelier and said, "Our hotel's presidential suite has three bedrooms and two living rooms, with black and gold as the main colors and smart home lighting control."

Stepping into the master bathroom, a large transparent aquarium stands next to the oval bathtub, where tropical fish swim among the corals.

Wang Hu and Liu Ying exchanged a glance, and the housekeeper Zhou Yan, being very perceptive, said softly, "Just let me know if you need anything," before turning and leaving.

Liu Ying said sweetly to Wang Hu, "I want to take a shower first, you can go out now."

Wang Hu was a shameless man. As soon as he heard Liu Ying's words, he immediately pounced on her like a hungry tiger and hugged her slender waist tightly. He chuckled mischievously and said, "Baby, let's shower together. It would be so romantic, and I can even scrub your back!"

Liu Ying looked at him with a predatory gaze, as if she wanted to devour him whole.

Liu Ying rolled her eyes at him, annoyed, and said coquettishly, "You're going to scrub my back? Do you think I'd believe you?"

Liu Ying ignored Wang Hu and walked to the bathtub, turning on the tap to run the water.

Actually, she had been wanting to take a good shower for a while, after shopping in the mall for so long.

Meanwhile, Wang Hu, seeing that it would take some time to release the water, returned to his room.

He plopped down on the sofa, then pulled out his phone from his pocket and opened the latest information Mu Yun had gathered.

"That Song Mingyuan is a damned bastard!" Wang Hu cursed through gritted teeth as he looked at the contents of the document.

The documents show that several people who refused to award projects to Song Mingyuan were inexplicably involved in car accidents, or their children were kidnapped. These events are clearly not coincidences; Song Mingyuan must be behind them.

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