Chapter 691 Insult Seeing Zhao Shuo's eyes glazed over and his steps unsteady, clearly he was almost done drinking, Wang Teng slowly approached him, put an arm around his shoulder, and pressed his hand heavily on his shoulder with a force that left no room for escape.
He leaned closer to Zhao Shuo's flushed face, his warm breath mixed with the smell of alcohol spraying onto Zhao Shuo's face. He didn't mind and asked with a smile:
“Little Shuo, stop belittling yourself with those ‘little brothers’ comments. I saw what you and Luo Ningning were up to online, it’s quite interesting—you were able to withstand the pressure from Tang Qi and Lin Yilin and suppress this matter, but that bald guy doesn’t have that kind of power.”
Wang Teng's tone was somewhat nonchalant, but his eyes were fixed on Zhao Shuo's face, not daring to miss any subtle expression—he wanted to get information out of Zhao Shuo and find out the whole story.
Although I already had a general idea in mind, I still wanted to confirm it to be on the safe side.
If Zhao Shuo really is Shen Qingling's henchman, then their actions today were rather reckless.
The other playboys, who had been lounging on the sofa doing their own thing, perked up instantly upon hearing this. They stopped what they were doing, pricked up their ears, and all eyes fell on Zhao Shuo.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Shuo's already flushed face turned even redder, as if it were congested with blood.
He subconsciously narrowed his eyes, his mind a jumble of thoughts, instinctively wanting to borrow the coattails of a powerful figure and fabricate a powerful figure to bolster his image.
But then he thought again, everyone present was a top playboy in the capital, each one ruthless. If he bragged but couldn't come up with a coherent story, and they felt fooled, he would definitely be tormented to death by these people.
After only a moment's thought, Zhao Shuo ultimately abandoned the idea.
His fawning smile faded slightly, and his face instantly fell, his tone tinged with grievance and helplessness:
"Brother Teng, this really has nothing to do with me! I don't really know the details. I'm just an employee. I guess it's because my boss mediated... Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to mess with Queen Tang even if I had ten lives..."
“That’s true…” Wang Teng nodded thoughtfully, then reached out and gently patted Zhao Shuo’s face, the force of his fingertips carrying a hint of disdain.
"If you really had someone backing you up, you wouldn't be so timid and submissive now; you would have jumped up and put on airs by now."
"Brother Teng, you're joking, haha..." Zhao Shuo smiled ingratiatingly, but a fleeting shadow of gloom crossed his eyes.
But at this moment, his face was already as red as a monkey's bottom, and no one could see the fleeting negative emotion that crossed his mind.
Having confirmed that Zhao Shuo was neither Shen Qingling's henchman nor had any powerful background, Wang Teng and the others no longer had any reservations and were no longer willing to give Zhao Shuo any face.
Just kidding, getting involved with Zhao Shuo now is like a pledge of allegiance.
The bespectacled young man sitting opposite Zhao Shuo raised his chin, lightly nudged Zhao Shuo's shin with his custom-made leather shoes, pointed to the microphone on the table, and said in a flippant tone:
"Big star, just drinking is no fun, how about singing a few songs to liven things up? If you sing well, the brothers will reward you."
Zhao Shuo's smile instantly froze—it was obvious they were treating him like a hostess.
But I had no choice but to agree, even though I felt awkward.
"Alright! Then I'll make a fool of myself and sing a few songs for you gentlemen."
He picked up the microphone on the table, stood up unsteadily, and swayed before regaining his balance.
After scrolling through the song selection screen for a while, I chose a cheerful love song and started singing as the accompaniment began.
Zhao Shuo's singing voice can only be described as slightly above average. He usually relies on auto-tuning to maintain his "singer" persona in front of the camera. Now, under the influence of strong alcohol, his breath is even more unstable, and he occasionally goes off-key.
Halfway through the song, a chair was suddenly dragged out of the private room.
A spoiled brat with purple hair suddenly stood up, picked up a full glass of unfinished liquor from the table, walked straight to Zhao Shuo, and without saying a word, poured the liquor from the glass over Zhao Shuo's head!
With a "splash," the cold liquor slid down Zhao Shuo's hair, soaking his forehead, down his cheeks and neck, and onto his expensive custom-made suit, leaving a large dark stain.
The purple-haired playboy glared at him fiercely, gritting his teeth as he said:
"What are you singing? It's awful! Don't you know I just broke up with my boyfriend? Who are you trying to annoy by singing this kind of love song?!"
Zhao Shuo was completely stunned. The cold liquor slid down his skin, making him shiver and sobering him up considerably.
He stood there, still holding the microphone, staring blankly at the blond-haired man, at a loss for what to do.
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