Chapter 37 You ask him to be patient

More than ten minutes passed and Ruan Yue still hadn't come back.

Jiang Tingwan frowned slightly, stood up and walked out of the private room.

The corridors in the VIP area are quiet and elegant, with soft lighting.

Turning the corner, she saw Ruan Yue standing behind a white-haired man and a drunk young man slumped on the ground.

Jiang Tingwan walked over quickly: "What's going on?"

Ruan Yue's face turned pale and his voice trembled.

"Sister, I came out of the bathroom and this guy suddenly grabbed me and said he knew me as an intern at Jiang's and wanted me to sleep with him..."

Then she pointed to the white-haired man and said, "This gentleman helped me."

Jiang Tingwan glanced at the white-haired man.

The man was about twenty years old. His earrings gleamed coldly under the light. His leather jacket made his figure look tall and slender, and he exuded a rebellious aura.

"I'm her sister. Thank you for your help."

Jiang Tingwan thanked him politely and protected Ruan Yue behind him.

The white-haired man waved his hand casually.

Before he could say anything, the drunk man on the ground suddenly staggered to his feet.

"Another, another more beautiful one..."

He reeked of alcohol and reached out to grab Jiang Tingwan's arm.

Jiang Tingwan frowned and was about to dodge.

The white-haired man moved very quickly and kicked the man down again.

The drunk fell heavily to the ground and his cell phone fell out.

Jiang Tingwan turned around and gave him a cold look.

Even someone she had no impression of dared to act wildly here.

"You dare to hit me?!"

The drunk grabbed the phone with a red face, "You dare to kick me? My father is Chen Ping! I will call the police right now! You guys can wait to die!"

Jiang Tingwan's eyes suddenly turned cold.

She knew who he was.

Chen Ping did have some assets, but he picked the wrong person.

"Chen Ping is your father?"

She sneered, her aura suddenly fierce, "Okay, call the police."

She turned to the white-haired man and said calmly, "Please don't let him go yet."

The white-haired man nodded and leaned against the wall.

She took out her cell phone and called Jiang Shixu: "Brother, ask those bodyguards to come up."

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Shixu just responded with a "hmm" and didn't ask any more questions.

The white-haired man looked at Jiang Tingwan with interest, a playful smile on his lips.

Under the light of the corridor, his white hair glowed with silver light, forming a sharp contrast with the black hair of the other two, like the interweaving of light and shadow.

Just a moment.

The drunk was still shouting, but Jiang Tingwan could already hear hurried footsteps coming from the elevator.

The bodyguard sent by Jiang Shixu has arrived.

Four bodyguards in black stood in the corridor, and the oppressive feeling made the air stagnant.

Jiang Tingwan turned around and smiled at the white-haired man. "Thank you."

The smile did not reach his eyes.

She quickly told the three bodyguards, "Bring the man into the private room."

He turned to another bodyguard and said, "Go find the manager and tell him that the eldest daughter of the Jiang family wants to clear the place."

The door of the private room was closed, separating Ruan Yue and the white-haired man outside.

Jiang Tingwan sat on the armchair, the tips of her high heels tapping the ground.

"Hold it." she said softly.

The two bodyguards pinned the drunk's hands to the ground like iron clamps.

She ordered another bodyguard to unlock his phone and call Chen Ping.

She slowly poured herself a cup of tea from the table beside her and took a sip.

"Dad! Save me!"

The drunk man cried and shouted into the connected phone.

"Uncle Chen,"

Jiang Tingwan took the phone and said in a gentle voice, "I'm Jiang Tingwan."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the flattering voice of Chen Ping.

"Miss Jiang, Miss Jiang! I don't deserve it! How has my son offended me..."

"What I'm about to say may be a little impolite,"

Jiang Tingwan continued to talk to herself, but her voice became more and more gentle.

"I'm going to break some of your son's fingers."

"You ask him to be patient."

"This, this..."

On the other end of the phone, Chen Ping's voice instantly broke into trembling sobs.

"Don't! Miss Jiang! We can talk it over!"

"My son is ignorant. I will discipline him strictly! Please... please have mercy on him!"

Jiang Tingwan lowered her eyes to look at the delicate tips of her shoes and interrupted with an expressionless face.

"Every time they resist, one of the Chen family's companies goes bankrupt."

"If at least five of his ten fingers are broken, he will be incarcerated for five years."

The high heels were slowly raised, gleaming coldly under the light.

"You know,"

The woman's chuckle sounded particularly gentle.

"I have the capital to do what I say."

Chen Ping's plea for mercy suddenly stopped, and he turned to his son and shouted:

"Don't move! Don't move a finger!"

"father!"

The drunk looked in horror at the heel dangling over his finger.

His face was as pale as paper, his face was covered with snot and tears, and his pupils were shrunk into needle points out of fear.

Jiang Tingwan stood up and approached in her ten-centimeter high heels.

The slender heels tapped out a dangerous rhythm on the marble floor.

She chuckled into the phone: "Uncle Chen, please explain everything.

When the first kick landed, the scream almost blew off the ceiling.

Jiang Tingwan frowned, and her voice was so cold that it could freeze.

"New one, shout out, the Chen family owes the Jiang family 100 million."

"Five sounds, five hundred million."

Chen Ping's desperate cry came from the receiver, almost a roar.

"Don't move! Just bear with it! Don't scream, don't scream!!"

How could he not scream? His heart was connected to his fingers, and he howled heart-wrenchingly, his throat almost strangled by fear.

He kicked with his limbs in vain, but was pinned down by the bodyguard's arms and could not move.

When he saw Jiang Tingwan's high heels hanging above his fingertips, he couldn't help but twitch violently, dark water marks appeared on his crotch, and his crying voice of begging for mercy became intermittent.

"Jiang... Sister Jiang! I was wrong! Please..."

Jiang Tingwan narrowed her eyes, and her second foot rolled over her finger bones accurately. The broken diamonds on the heel shone coldly in the bloodstains.

A scream broke out the moment the heel landed, and then turned into a muffled groan after the bodyguard covered his mouth.

Jiang Tingwan raised the corners of her lips and walked around to the back.

The slender heel slowly slid across the man's trembling back.

"Uncle Chen, for the third one, should I step on it from the knuckle or from the middle of the bone?"

She asked softly, and walked slowly to the front.

The heel of the shoe rolled gently on the back of the man's hand.

"How about...let your son choose for himself?"

"I choose! I choose!"

The man's sudden howl pierced the silence. Fear was all that remained in his tear-stained eyes. "From, from the knuckles! Please be gentle..."

Chen Ping's suppressed sobbing could be heard from the other end of the phone, mixed with the muffled sound of slamming the table.

"Please show some mercy, Miss Jiang! The Chen family is willing to pay double the compensation!"

"compensation?"

Jiang Tingwan sneered, and her heel fell down hard, breaking the third finger bone.

The man's howling startled Ruan Yue so much that she stumbled back outside the door.

"Uncle Chen, how many hundreds of millions do you have for the Jiang family to spend?"

She leaned over the phone and exhaled sweetly, "Now, the fourth one."

"Hold on, or it will cost 2 billion."

The man suddenly convulsed violently, and a death-like whimper came from his throat, but he bit his lower lip tightly until the taste of blood spread in his mouth.

Jiang Tingwan raised her eyebrows, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes.

"It seems that your son has a strong desire to survive. However..."

She deliberately drew out the last word, her heel dangling over her fifth finger.

"If the severance is not thorough enough, the years of imprisonment will have to be added."

Chen Ping almost screamed: "Don't, don't resist! Please cooperate with Miss Jiang!"

There was a sobbing tone in his voice, "If you dare to move, the Chen family will be finished! It's over!"

Jiang Tingwan had a blank expression on her face.

She had been ambushed twice in the past few days, and she was already feeling depressed.

She is always smiling, you don't really think she is a good person.

She slammed her high heels down hard, and the fourth finger broke.

The man finally couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"What a bummer."

She chuckled and lifted the man's chin with her toes, "Wake him up, there are seven left, waiting for me."

Chen Ping's desperate wail mixed with the dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground could be heard from the phone.

Jiang Tingwan had already stood up and adjusted her skirt. She took the wet wipes handed to her by the bodyguard and wiped her heels.

"Uncle Chen,"

She said softly into the phone,

"I will send someone to collect the debt tomorrow."

"Oh, right—"

"Send someone to pick him up quickly, your son looks a little dead."