Chapter 146 Demanding an Investigation: Old Friends Meet Again, I Lose, She Wins
The other women around were already used to it, and even the Emperor Yan felt a bit jealous when he looked at Yan Yan.
"Mr. Qian, you can't be biased. You always favor Yan Yan, as if we don't exist. No, you have to treat everyone equally. I'll feed you cherries~"
Material desires breed lust.
For Qian Lai, the more these women fought and bickered over him, the more accomplished he felt.
At this moment, a man's dignity is satisfied to the greatest extent.
Even the emperors of ancient times were no more than this.
The only regret is that the vixen surnamed Song is a bit troublesome.
Zhang Chennan is a good-for-nothing, and so is Wang Shuguang. They've been gone since noon, and most of the day has passed, but they still haven't returned, not even to send a message.
Feeling irritated, Qian Lai swallowed a cherry and, in a mischievous act, bit the hostess's lip hard.
The kneading motions in his hands became increasingly forceful.
The woman let out a soft, coquettish groan.
Qian Lai felt his blood rush to his head and reached to undo his belt.
At that moment, the door to the private room was kicked open with a bang.
Qian Lai was so nervous that he almost choked on a cherry.
He coughed violently for a while before finally spitting out that in-between stuff.
When I looked up again, the door to the private room was already closed, blocking the view from the outside.
Several more figures appeared in the room.
The person in the lead was Qin Shu, whom he had seen online many times.
But when he actually met the person in person, he realized that what netizens said was true; some people really can have their good looks hidden by the camera.
At this moment, Qin Shu was buttoning his cuffs with a wild look on his face, then casually sat down on the opposite side of the sofa, acting as if he were the guest in charge, as if this were his home turf.
In front of him were the bodyguards who had been kicked in as soon as they entered, lying on the ground, howling in pain—those were Qian Lai's men who were keeping watch outside. But at this moment, in front of Qin Shu and his group of four, they could only lie on the ground groaning.
The hostesses had long been frightened and hid to the side.
But when he saw Qin Shu's face, a look of joy appeared in his eyes.
"Mr. Qin, what are you trying to do?"
Qian Lai rubbed his hands together, not feeling sorry for his people being wronged, but instead his initial vague anger turned into barely suppressed excitement.
It's intense.
He likes it this way.
"Deliver the dog to Mr. Qian, and incidentally, confront him about his wrongdoing."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Shu's bodyguard in black kicked one of the people he was holding forward, and Wang Shuguang, who was trapped, pounced on Qian Lai's feet like a dog.
The moment Qian Lai saw Wang Shuguang clearly, he kicked him in the shoulder.
"Useless trash! What have you done to upset Mr. Qin?"
Wang Shuguang was only restrained by his hands, not by ropes.
Now that he was free, he let out a muffled groan, first clutching his shoulder for a moment to catch his breath, then painfully tearing off the tape from his mouth.
"Mr. Qian, this Qin fellow is ungrateful. He found Zhang Chennan's place, not only took Zhang Chennan to the police station, but also beat me up! Even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner. He clearly doesn't respect you!"
As he said this, Wang Shuguang glared at Qin Shu and got up to stand behind Qian Lai.
Upon hearing this, Qian Laichong waved to Wang Shuguang.
"Come."
As soon as Wang Shuguang stepped forward, Qian Lai slapped him across the face with the back of his hand.
The large gemstone ring had cut edges that scratched bloodstains on Wang Shuguang's face.
"Apologize to Mr. Qin!"
Wang Shuguang had no idea what Qian Lai was up to, but even if he was angry, he had to rely on Qian Lai to help him, so he could only swallow his anger and bear it.
"Mr. Qin, I'm sorry."
“Mr. Qin, you see, my subordinate was ignorant and made you angry, but now that he has apologized, I think we should let this misunderstanding go.”
Qian Lai said this not because he was afraid of Qin Shu, a mere young upstart.
However, when it comes to beautiful women, he always prefers to be polite first and then resort to force.
Why struggle when you can win someone over through sweet talk?
Once in bed, he has plenty of ways to get whatever he wants from a beautiful woman.
Looking at Qin Shu at this moment, Qian Lai could no longer conceal the lust in his eyes.
However.
"Mr. Qian probably doesn't understand why I'm here."
Qin Shu lifted his eyelids and looked at Qian Lai with eyes as cold as ice.
He opened his lips, uttering each word slowly and deliberately.
“I said, I have come to question and punish.”
After saying this, Qin Shu slightly raised his finger.
Peng Wen, who had long disliked Qian Lai, stepped forward and, as he passed the coffee table, grabbed the ashtray from the table and smashed it on Qian Lai's head.
Qian Lai felt a dull pain on the top of his head, and his ears were ringing. Warm liquid slowly flowed down his forehead.
Before Qian Lai could react, his body suddenly felt light, and a moment later he landed hard on the ground with a heavy thud. His obese body slammed onto the ground, and he felt a sharp pain as if his limbs were being shattered.
Blood mist filled Qian Lai's vision as brick-like fists continued to fall.
In the shadowy figure, he could only vaguely see the young man sitting on the sofa through the gap between Peng Wen's calves, his wild gaze, seemingly laced with poison, fixed on him.
Like a wolf hunting in the dark.
Everyone around was stunned.
The hostesses huddled together, all the fantasies that had arisen from Qin Shu's face just moments before vanishing, leaving only endless fear.
The defeated bodyguards, filled with lingering fear, couldn't help but retreat.
Just now, these people must have shown them some leniency...
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Those two short minutes were the longest moment of Qian Lai's life.
Seeing that Qian Lai was only breathing in and not exhaling, Peng Wen finally stopped.
He bent his index finger, touched the bottom of his gold-rimmed glasses, and gently pushed the glasses, which had slipped down slightly, back up.
The gaze behind the glasses was cold, sharp, and devoid of any warmth.
"gentlemen."
Peng Wen returned to report and stood behind Qin Shu again, like a silent iron tower.
Qin Shu slowly got up, walked to Qian Lai, and kicked him so that he was curled up on his side and lay flat.
Black leather shoes stepped on his heart.
Qian Lai had no strength to resist; he was like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.
"To demand an explanation means—I will beat the dog; I will not let the master off either."
Qin Shufei's wild and unruly voice was now only untamed and deep, like a demon from hell.
"Mr. Qian, take good care of your injury. This is just the beginning."
Qian Lai felt like he was about to die.
For more than fifty years, an unprecedented feeling of suffocation came from all directions.
Even though Qin Shu had already left with his men.
Even though his bodyguards had swarmed over and escorted him to the ambulance.
But the buzzing in his ears and the lingering smell of disinfectant in his nostrils still made him tremble all over.
It hurts.
That made me even angrier.
Qin Shu...
Qin Shu!
I will definitely not let you get away with this!
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Qin Shu loosened the buttons on his shirt collar.
The club was too stuffy, making him feel uncomfortable.
I don't know what came over me a few years ago that made me like hanging out in places like this.
Halfway there, someone suddenly called out to me.
"Ashu!"
A sound of surprise.
Turning my head, I saw a familiar face.
Zhao Chengyi.
Zhao Qingluo's eldest brother, and the successor of the Zhao family.
He was the one who managed the e-sports company that he had previously co-founded with Qin Shu.
Qin Shu had never considered starting an esports business. During his years abroad, he had been working in finance and information technology, and gaming was just a hobby. It was Zhao Chengyi who thought esports had a bright future and promised that he only needed to cooperate and wouldn't need to manage things, so Qin Shu reluctantly agreed to start the business together.
"What are you doing here?" Qin Shu frowned.
"Of course, it's for playing!"
Zhao Chengyi rolled her eyes at him, then stepped forward and put her arm around his shoulder. "You're the one who's reformed and won't come, but you won't let me, a lonely bachelor, have a good time? Come on, let's go inside and have some fun."
As he spoke, he tried to lure Qin Shu into the next private room.
"I'm not going."
Qin Shu raised his hand to block, which also caused Zhao Chengyi, who was trying to pull his arm away, to be pushed away as well.
"Your perfume is overpowering."
The emotionless voice made Zhao Chengyi choke.
“I didn’t wear any perfume,” Zhao Chengyi said, raising his arm and sniffing several times. “There really is a scent, it must be from those princesses. Here, I’ll go and chase them away, and we can have a good chat, it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other, surely we can say a few words? Your wife isn’t the petty type, if all else fails, I’ll call her and say I want to have a couple of drinks with you!”
As he spoke, Zhao Chengyi reached for his phone to find Song Ying's number.
Zhao Chengyi and Qin Shu studied abroad together and had a very close relationship. He was the first person besides the parties involved to know about Song Ying and Qin Shu's affair.
Back then, the three of them often went out together, but Qin Shu always disliked him being the third wheel.
Seeing that Zhao Chengyi was really about to make a call, Qin Shu took his phone and threw it directly into his pocket.
"Don't disturb her."
"Wouldn't it have been fine if you had done this earlier?"
Zhao Chengyi patted Qin Shu's arm, winked, and then went into the private room and kicked all the hostesses out.
"Can you handle so many people?"
There was no one else in the private room except Zhao Chengyi and eight girls, five more than Qian Lai. However, now only Zhao Chengyi, Qin Shu, and Peng Wen remained, and the bodyguards were guarding the door.
"What are you thinking? You're a working-class person, under a lot of work pressure. Can't you just come and watch people dance and have some fun? Your head is full of dirty thoughts."
The princesses at the White Horse Club come in different types.
The lowest level is the hostess, like the kind in the private rooms at Qianlai.
The next level up is a more advanced one, where you only work with one customer at a time.
There are also those who accompany guests for drinks but not for sex, and those who perform but not for prostitution.
It even includes many mid-to-lower-tier celebrities.
Zhao Chengyi glared at Qin Shu with disdain.
"Don't you know what kind of person I am? I walk by the river often, yet I never get my shoes wet! I pass through a sea of flowers, yet not a single petal clings to me! I am pure and chaste, as pure as jade!"
Peng Wen, standing nearby, couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips into a smile.
However, he was also criticized, "If you want to laugh, then laugh boldly. After all these years, you still look like you have a poker face."
Peng Wen glanced at Zhao Chengyi, then regained his solemn expression.
Fortunately, Zhao Chengyi knew what kind of people these two were, so after complaining, he pressed the service bell.
"What would you two like to drink? I'll order it."
Peng Wen adjusted his glasses. "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Zhao, but I'm driving and can't drink."
Qin Shu did ask for something.
"AD yogurt".
Zhao Chengyi: "...???"
"No, you come to the club for yogurt? Did I hear that right? Peng Wen is driving, what are you afraid of?"
Zhao Chengyi picked at his ear, tilted his head to look in this direction again, and said, "I think I might be hallucinating. Can you say it again?"
"Mr. Zhao, yogurt, thank you." Qin Shu repeated.
Zhao Chengyi looked as if he had seen a ghost.
While ringing the bell to call for help, he looked Qin Shu up and down, "Are you my brother? Getting married so young is one thing, but being so henpecked and virtuous as a husband?"
In the past, Qin Shu was proficient in smoking and drinking, and always liked to fight outside. He was a kind of invisible little tyrant in the capital.
Although Zhao Chengyi is a year older than Qin Shu, Qin Shu has always been the one protecting Zhao Chengyi when they are together.
Watching the former troublemaker transform into a reformed, well-behaved family man, Zhao Chengyi found it very difficult to adjust.
“Ying never used to be so strict with you…”
"There's no way around it, good men rely entirely on their own initiative."
Hearing Qin Shu's attitude of not being ashamed but rather proud, Zhao Chengyi looked disgusted.
After taking the yogurt from the waiter, Zhao Chengyi personally unscrewed the bottle and handed it to Qin Shu, unable to resist urging him on.
"You're the crown prince of the capital! You're a man! A man! The head of the family, okay? If you keep acting like this, you'll only be a junior member of the family in the long run! In love and in marriage, you'll lose. From now on, you'll have to sit at the children's table when you eat!"
"So what if we lose?"
Qin Shu leaned back on the sofa, shook the yogurt bottle in her hand, and took a bite out of it as usual.
Her shimmering fox-like eyes were filled with satisfaction. "Who told us that from the moment our names were chosen, it was destined that I would lose and she would win?"
Besides, there's nothing wrong with sitting at a children's table.
He quite likes children.
As long as Ah Ying is willing to have the baby, he can just stay home and take care of the child.
However, for some reason, social media platforms have been recommending maternity and baby products to him while also pushing postpartum care products.
Seeing those articles describing women's emotions and physical harm after childbirth, the pain they have to endure during delivery, and postpartum lochia, he wavered again.
If childbirth is really that difficult for women, then it doesn't matter if they don't have children in the future.
Anyway, the Qin family doesn't have a throne to inherit. Among the brothers of this generation, there are still Qin Zhou and Qin Ji. We can pick one of their unlucky children to raise and then have him inherit the Qin family.
Holding the yogurt bottle, Qin Shu thought about it more and more and felt that this was feasible.
Most importantly, without children, Aying wouldn't share her love with anyone else.
They can keep each other company, laugh together, make a fuss together, and play together until they grow old.
It seems pretty good.
Zhao Chengyi watched as Qin Shu's thoughts drifted away.
The person, holding a yogurt bottle, looked longingly at the sky and even chuckled.
Zhao Chengyi was speechless at the time.
What do you do if your best friend is a hopeless romantic?
I need help urgently.
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The conversation eventually circled back to Qin Shu's purpose in coming to the club.
Upon hearing that he had hit Qian Lai, Zhao Chengyi nearly spat out the wine he had just drunk.
"You hit that guy surnamed Qian?"
"Can't we fight?"
Qin Shu lifted her eyelids and glanced at Zhao Chengyi.
Zhao Chengyi sighed, “It’s not that you can’t fight him, it’s that it will be very troublesome. You’ve been in the entertainment industry for a while now, and everyone in the four major circles, especially in the Beijing circle, is working for Qian Lai. If you go head-to-head with him and beat him up, his cronies will probably cause you a lot of trouble.”
So, do I seem like someone who hates trouble?
As he said this, Qin Shu narrowed his left eye and aimed with his right.
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the empty yogurt bottle into a trash can halfway away from the private room.
"So what if it's the capital city area? This land under my feet doesn't belong to the money."
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