"I'll call the police!" The alcohol and the drugs were taking effect, and Song Hengjue's mind went blank. His tone was weak and lacked any force.
"Smack!"
Yang Qingheng's black high heels pressed against his firm abdomen, and she grabbed his hair with her other hand: "Report what?"
"Call the police!"
"Smack!"
"What police?" Yang Qingheng picked at her ear.
Song Hengjue closed his eyes, resigned to his fate: "I didn't say anything."
As soon as she finished speaking, a ringtone sounded in the suite. Yang Qingheng took out her phone from her bag and stood up.
Song Hengjue frowned, his large, burning hand gripping her delicate ankle, and he breathed heavily, "Get me a doctor."
"You're crazy, dream on." Yang Qingheng kicked his hand away, but the man held on tightly, refusing to let go even when it hurt. His phone rang again and again, and she frowned as she answered the call on the spot.
"Uncle Wang said you drank too much. Did you take any hangover medicine?" Tang Bainian's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone, like a spring breeze brushing across a lake.
Yang Qingheng's expression softened instantly, and she sat down on the sofa: "I've eaten. Do you think I'm an adult and can't take care of myself? I heard you came back late, why didn't you rest earlier?"
"Yes, I have a few documents to organize." Tang Bainian finally received the woman's concern and slowly let out a sigh of relief, a smile appearing in his eyes.
After he finished speaking, there was no response for a long time. He frowned and tentatively asked, "Qingheng?"
Yang Qingheng was startled, then came to her senses: "I was just feeling sleepy, sorry."
She was actually staring intently at the man on the ground, her eyes threatening.
Song Hengjue narrowed his long, dark eyes and slowly mouthed the words.
See a doctor, or else...
He pointed to the phone.
Yang Qingheng covered the microphone, glared at him, and said to Tang Bainian on the other end, "Go to sleep early after you finish organizing the documents, I'm sleepy too."
"Okay, get some rest. My mom's coming over tomorrow. She said she hasn't seen you in a long time and misses you. Remember to come home for dinner early." Tang Bainian was about to hang up when a heavy breathing came from the other end of the line.
His fingers tightened suddenly, his voice tense: "Is someone next to you?"
Song Hengjue raised an eyebrow smugly. Yang Qingheng gritted her teeth, kicked him hard, took out another phone from her bag and threw it at him, pretending to be calm: "The hotel waiter who delivered the hot soup just went out."
Tang Bainian felt uneasy. His slender fingers gripped the pattern on the pen tightly, and he forced a stiff smile: "The staff works very hard, bringing soup so late. Drink it and go to sleep early."
"It's quite tough."
Yang Qingheng responded, afraid he might hear some more strange noises, and hung up the phone abruptly, kicking Song Hengjue hard in the shin: "You don't want to live anymore, do you! You don't want to live anymore, do you!"
After making the call, Song Hengjue was exhausted and hot. He tightened his grip on her ankle with his large hand. Any movement would aggravate the throbbing veins in his sensitive area. He could only rub his face against her ankle with red eyes.
A jolt of electricity shot up from the soles of her feet, and Yang Qingheng shuddered. Enraged, she grabbed a cushion from the table and slammed it against his head to vent her anger: "Aren't you disgusting! Aren't you disgusting! You're utterly repulsive, get out!"
Early the next morning.
Song Hengjue opened his eyes in a daze, and the scenes from last night played on a loop in his mind like a movie.
How ridiculously he climbed over the balcony, and how he clung to that woman's feet, begging her again and again to find him a doctor.
With a loud slap, he roughly swept away all the ornaments on the table next to him.
Shameless, wicked woman! Shameless! Shameless!
"Pfft." Yang Qingheng leaned against the doorway, having watched for an unknown amount of time, before finally bursting into laughter.
"Manager, please calculate the cost of these items and give the bill to Mr. Song. Oh, and please pay the room fee as well."
Song Hengjue's eyes were bloodshot, his fists were cracking, and he stood up abruptly: "Yang Qingheng, don't go too far!"
Yang Qingheng felt relieved and refreshed.
Seeing that she was about to leave, Song Hengjue rushed forward and shouted, "Yang Qingheng, you stop right there!"
The manager, in a businesslike manner, blocked the doorway and pulled out a small notebook: "Mr. Song, although you are a friend of our boss, don't even think about staying at our hotel for free tonight."
"How much?" Song Hengjue frowned and took out his wallet.
"That's two thousand three hundred and ninety in total. Since you're a friend of the boss, let's round it down to two thousand three hundred." The manager smiled and bent down slightly, extending his two white palms.
Song Hengjue exclaimed in disbelief, "What kind of hotel charges over two thousand a night? Is it inlaid with gold?! I'm going to report you to the Industry and Commerce Bureau!"
The manager smiled and said, "Sir, all our rooms here have clearly marked prices. This suite has always been priced at two thousand yuan a night in our hotel. You are the first person to stay at this hotel besides our boss. Congratulations." He bowed slightly, his attitude was surprisingly good. You couldn't tell at all that this manager was in cahoots with Yang Qingheng, a swindler who cheated people out of their money.
Passersby turned to look in this direction, pointing and whispering.
"Who are you? Dressed so smartly, staying in a hotel without paying?"
"These days, even managers get yelled at by customers. It's really tough."
"He looks familiar; I feel like I've seen him somewhere before."
"Come on, how could you have ever met such a conman?"
"unlucky."
...
When Song Hengjue heard someone say that the person looked familiar, his heart skipped a beat. He pulled out a check, threw it in front of the manager's chest, and said, "Tell Yang Qingheng to wait."
They hurriedly fled the scene.
Fang Nan opened the car door and was shocked to see his brother's disheveled appearance: "You were a beggar last night?"
"You're the beggar! Drive your car." Song Hengjue was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Tsk, you can't even be talked about when you're a beggar," Fang Nan said, never one to miss a chance to stir up trouble. "What were you doing last night, looking like this?"
Song Hengjue ignored him and slammed his fist on the chair: "Please call Attorney Zhang over. I want to sue that shameless, poisonous woman, Yang Qingheng."
Fang Nan couldn't help but laugh. He stared at the rearview mirror and guessed who had done it. He shook his head and said earnestly, "Brother, I advise you not to do this."
Song Hengjue gave him a cold look.
Fang Nan clicked his tongue: "Not to mention that Beijing is her territory and we are unfamiliar with the place, so we may not be able to beat her. Just look at the time when you sent her to the police station for half a year because of a mistress. You deserved to be beaten up."
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