Soon, the news of Han Zimo and Gu Qingcheng's entrepreneurial venture reached Song Jiao's ears.
She stood on the spacious balcony of the villa, with her arms folded, gazing at the endless blue sky.
In those beautiful eyes, a trace of coldness that was hardly bloodthirsty flashed, like icicles streaked by the north wind.
Han Zimo has offended many people over the years, including many rich second-generations. Even if she is not targeted by entrepreneurs, there are still many people who are targeting her.
As night fell and the lights came on, Song Jiao, with a faint smile, invited Tang Jinxuan to go to the famous snack street nearby. The two walked into an elegantly decorated coffee shop. Coincidentally, Han Zimo and Gu Qingcheng's stall was right outside the window.
Gu Qingcheng, the beautiful woman, was busy cooking behind the stall, while Han Zimo assisted. His hands, once untouched by the elements, were now busy helping out. Their combined talent and beauty attracted the attention of many passersby, including some who had a history with Han Zimo.
Tang Jinxuan glanced at Song Jiao, who was standing beside her with a sharp gaze, and an inexplicable feeling welled up in her heart. She whispered, "Mom, if you really can't bear to let go, just give Zimo a way out!"
However, Song Jiao looked at her with an almost playful look, "What are you reluctant to do? I brought you to see a play."
Her words revealed an indescribable determination and indifference, as if to say that she and Han Zimo had long since severed all ties.
Tang Jinxuan was stunned. She looked at Song Jiao's expression carefully, trying to find a flaw.
However, all she saw was a cold and determined face.
The awkward smile froze on her face, "Mom, I really thought you couldn't bear to leave."
"How is that possible? I just want you to see clearly what will happen to this man in the end." Song Jiao would never be soft-hearted towards Han Zimo.
As the night deepened, amid the bustling crowd on the snack street, Gu Qingcheng was busy cooking delicious food in front of the stall. Her beauty and elegance attracted many eyes.
However, some of the gazes seemed particularly malicious.
Several young people who looked like rich second-generations gathered together. They were well-dressed, but could not hide the frivolity in their eyes.
They looked at Gu Qingcheng and whispered to each other, as if they were planning something.
One of the leading rich second-generations straightened his brand-name clothes, walked up, and said to Gu Qingcheng in a condescending manner: "Beauty, you are so beautiful, it's a pity to set up a stall here. Why don't you come with me? I promise to let you live a better life."
Gu Qingcheng frowned slightly, but quickly regained her composure. She smiled and responded, "Thank you for the compliment, but I think my life is pretty good now. Would you like a box of fried rice noodles? It's delicious."
The rich second generation didn't care. He chuckled and reached out to touch Gu Qingcheng's cheek, "But I think you will taste better. You are so beautiful, you will not suffer any loss if you follow me."
At this moment, Han Zimo suddenly rushed out from the side, grabbed the rich second generation's wrist, twisted it hard, and threw him out. The rich second generation staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"You're looking for death!" The rich second generation roared, struggled to stand up and wanted to fight back.
But his companions stood up, their faces etched with mocking smiles as they looked at Han Zimo as if he were a down-and-out clown. "Hey, isn't this the former President Han? How did you end up like this?"
"What President Han? He has severed ties with Wen Yaqin and is nothing now. He is just a waste." One of them deliberately raised his voice so that everyone around could hear.
The words of this group of people immediately attracted the attention of the people around them. Many people began to whisper and point at Han Zimo.
Afterwards, this group of rich second-generations burst into laughter, as if their ridicule was the biggest blow to Han Zimo.
However, Han Zimo was not shaken by their ridicule.
He stared coldly at those rich second generations, his eyes revealing chill and warning, like a beast ready to pounce.
He walked to Gu Qingcheng's side and asked softly, "Are you okay?" Although his voice was soft, it was full of firmness and strength, as if telling Gu Qingcheng that with him around, she didn't have to worry about anything.
"Hey, Han Zimo, did I allow you to leave?" The rich second generation whose wrist Han Zimo had just grabbed came out. He held his head high and looked at Han Zimo unhappily. "Hurry up and apologize. As long as you apologize today, we will let bygones be bygones."
Did he really think he was still the high and mighty Mr. Han? Now he was just a poor boy with nothing to lose.
However, Han Zimo did not apologize as he wished.
He looked at the people in front of him with disdain and said with a gloomy face, "Who are you? Do you think you deserve to ask me to apologize?"
"Okay, very good!" The rich second generation turned around angrily, looked at the people around him, and said loudly: "However much everyone paid for the meal today, I will pay you double. Sorry."
After saying that, he walked up to the stall with a few of his companions and started smashing it wantonly.
Their behavior immediately aroused the anger and dissatisfaction of the people around them, but facing these rich second-generations, they dared not speak out.
Faced with the wanton destruction of these rich second-generations, a hint of anger flashed in Han Zimo's eyes.
He clenched his fists and shouted angrily, "Stop it! You are breaking the law! If you don't stop, I'm going to call the police!"
Those rich second-generations burst into laughter as if they had heard some funny joke.
"Call the police? Who do you think you are? Will the police care about such a trivial matter as yours?" One of them said sarcastically, and at the same time walked forward and pushed Han Zimo hard.
Han Zimo staggered and almost fell to the ground.
He quickly steadied himself and glared at those rich second-generations.
He knew that these people would not take his threats seriously at all. They had plenty of money and power and could easily deal with such matters.
He took out his cell phone and prepared to call the police. However, at this moment, a rich second-generation man suddenly rushed forward, snatched his phone away, and threw it to the ground.
"You dare to call the police? I think you are tired of living!" The rich second generation roared and punched Han Zimo in the cheek.
Han Zimo was unable to dodge and was hit hard. He felt his vision go black and almost fainted. However, he did not fall down. Instead, he gritted his teeth and glared at those rich second-generations.
But those rich second-generations were not going to let him go.
They rushed forward and brutally beat Han Zimo.
Every punch and every kick landed on him mercilessly, as if to kill him.
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