"You don't know?!" The security guard was furious. He stared at Gu Qingyan with wide eyes, his face full of disdain and mockery. "Stop pretending to be a young master. You don't know how? If you don't know how, then learn!" As he spoke, he kicked Gu Qingyan in the back of the knee from behind. Gu Qingyan immediately lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
The kitchen floor was greasy and slippery. Gu Qingyan lost his balance and fell hard onto it, feeling as if he were sinking into a mud pit. He struggled to get up, but his body slipped and fell to the ground uncontrollably. His clothes and pants were immediately covered with a sticky, fishy smell—the smell of grease and food scraps that had accumulated in the kitchen over the years. Gu Qingyan felt nauseous at the smell and immediately vomited.
The security guards took a step back in disgust when they saw Gu Qingyan's condition. They couldn't help but frown as they watched Gu Qingyan slumped on the ground, vomiting everywhere.
"Get up and get to work! Don't even think about slacking off!" A security guard shouted angrily when he saw that Gu Qingyan hadn't stood up.
Gu Qingyan shook his head, trying to clear his head. But the alcohol left him still groggy, and he felt as if all his strength had been drained from his body, making it impossible for him to stand up.
"I said I can't do it!" Gu Qingyan simply sat down on the ground and spoke with difficulty.
"I see you've smashed everything in the private room, what a mess! Can't you clean up?" The security guard looked around, picked up a broom leaning against the wall, and went over, striking Gu Qingyan's back repeatedly with it. Gu Qingyan groaned in pain, his body involuntarily arching. He felt a burning pain in his back, as if it were on fire.
"Are you playing dumb with me again?" the security guard threatened, holding up a broom. "Let me tell you, if you don't wash these dishes, mop the floor, and wipe the tables clean tonight, you're not leaving this room!" As he spoke, he kicked Gu Qingyan hard again.
Gu Qingyan lay on the ground, feeling a burning pain in his back, as if a ball of fire was burning his skin. His clothes were soaked with sweat and vomit, clinging tightly to his body, making him feel extremely nauseous and uncomfortable.
Finally, he struggled to his feet, leaning against the wall. Looking at the mountain of bowls and chopsticks and the greasy floor in front of him, a feeling of despair welled up in his heart.
"Hurry up! If you don't start cleaning up now, I'll beat you to death!" the security guard threatened, brandishing his baton.
“You stay here and watch him, I’m going out to the supermarket to buy a pack of cigarettes,” another security guard said.
The security guard had just reached the main gate when he ran into another colleague who was also going to the supermarket, so they went together.
"...It's strange, usually when we encounter customers who can't pay, we force them to call someone to bring money, and if they really can't pay, we beat them up and throw them out. But this guy today seems to be someone the boss lady really dislikes. The boss lady told me to throw him into the kitchen to work..." The security guard shared the strange thing that happened today with his colleagues with great interest.
The bodyguard who was waiting for Gu Qingyan at the main gate happened to overhear this and immediately felt something was wrong. His intuition told him that this person was Gu Qingyan. So he quickly ran over and stopped the security guard.
"What does that person you were talking about look like?" the bodyguard asked eagerly.
"What's it to you?" the security guard said irritably, annoyed at being interrupted.
"Five hundred dollars, will you talk or not?" The bodyguard didn't waste any words.
"Who the hell are you?" The security guard frowned, looking warily at the stranger who had suddenly appeared in front of him.
“One thousand.” The bodyguard suppressed his displeasure. He knew his identity couldn’t be revealed, so he remained polite, but his tone conveyed an unquestionable authority.
"Just tell him, why wouldn't he want money?" The security guard who was walking with him nudged his arm, signaling him to stop arguing.
Seeing the security guard hesitate, the bodyguard continued to raise the price: "Two thousand or not, if you don't tell me, I can find out myself when I go in."
Money really does work, the bodyguard thought, and immediately headed inside after receiving confirmation. But at the door, he stopped, stepped aside, and reported the situation to Mu Ziqi.
"Madam, what should I do now? Mr. Gu, you're actually in a pretty bad situation." The bodyguard asked uncertainly when he saw that the other party was silent.
"He's not President Gu anymore." Mu Ziqi suppressed her anger and ordered, "Go in a little later. Let him suffer a bit first, otherwise, does he really think he can do it without the Gu family?! I want to see how much backbone he has!"
"Yes, Madam." The bodyguard pursed his lips into a straight line, sighed, and slowed his pace as he walked inside.
When the bodyguard found the kitchen, he had only pushed the door open a crack when he saw Gu Qingyan covered in grease, her hair disheveled and wet, sticking to her head, looking utterly disheveled.
He was being pushed and shoved by security guards, but he resolutely refused to comply, holding his head high and refusing to clean up.
"What? Are your hands so precious that you look down on these jobs?" The security guard, getting annoyed, hit Gu Qingyan with a stick again.
But Gu Qingyan still refused to move, her lips tightly pressed together, enduring the pain without yielding.
"Oh dear, what a tough nut to crack!" The security guard was furious and raised his baton at Gu Qingyan again.
Seeing that Gu Qingyan had closed his eyes and was waiting to be beaten, An'an, who was sitting opposite him, gently tapped the table. "Gu Qingyan, if you're willing to bow your head and apologize to me now, I'll let you go."
"You're dreaming!" Gu Qingyan blurted out.
Another blow landed on him, and the security guard yelled, "How dare you talk to our boss's wife like that? You really deserve a beating!"
An An curled the corners of her lips, picked up the teacup in front of her and took a sip. "That's right, how could you possibly apologize to me with your bad temper?" An An smiled. "I was just saying that to find an excuse to hit you again."
"Is it fun?" Gu Qingyan raised his head and looked at her coldly. He was now mostly sober.
"How fun!" An'an said casually. "Weren't you always just like this, doing whatever you wanted? When did you ever care about other people's lives? Especially for that vicious woman Xiao Wanqing, how many people did you harm? Now you know how painful it is to be wantonly humiliated like this, right? You deserve it!"
"You dare say another bad word about Wanqing?! I'd do anything for Wanqing," Gu Qingyan said through gritted teeth.
"Oh." An'an's reaction was indifferent. "Well, let's talk about that after you can even get out of this door."
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