Chapter 197 Provoking Trouble
“She’s your and Zhou Yunhan’s mother, and has nothing to do with me. Zhou Yunsheng, don’t use her to threaten me. From the day you kicked me out of the house, I’ve considered myself as if I no longer have this family.”
Qin Yunshu had already chosen her path, and she wasn't stupid enough to clean up her mess anymore.
This time, she had seen reality clearly and no longer had any hesitation or wavering in her heart.
All the grievances and resentments of the past have long been worn away by the daily cold stares and calculations.
She could no longer take the blame for others, nor could she use her concessions to fill the bottomless pit of greed and arrogance.
This time, she will live for herself, and even if the road ahead is full of thorns, she will never turn back.
Zhou Yunsheng laughed out loud: "Ha, a maid who sleeps with you, dares to be my mother? Keep dreaming!"
A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.
He had his hands in his pockets, his shoulders trembling slightly, as if he couldn't suppress the mockery in his heart.
In his eyes, Song Zhiwei was nothing but a lowly being, not even qualified to stand in front of him and speak, let alone talk about motherly affection—that would be a great insult to his status.
As he spoke, he moved closer to her step by step.
He couldn't tolerate losing face in front of everyone today.
His leather shoes clattered on the marble floor, each step sounding crisp and heavy, like a blow to the heart.
His face was grim, his eyes sharp as knives, exuding an oppressive aura that left no room for resistance.
People around quickly moved aside, and no one dared to step forward to stop them.
He knew that his imposing presence was overwhelming his opponent, and he also knew that at this moment he had to let everyone see who was truly in charge here.
Song Zhiwei had seen through his plan long ago. She retreated to the entrance of the hall, then suddenly turned around and rushed inside.
Her eyes sharpened, her heart pounded, but her mind remained unusually clear.
She understood that if she were dragged out of this public area, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Taking advantage of the moment when Zhou Yunsheng was still sneering, she quickly retreated, her toes barely touching the ground, and she dashed into the restaurant like an arrow.
Her high heels screeched on the floor, her hair flew in the wind, and her face was filled with fear and determination.
Zhou Yunsheng reacted swiftly, lunging forward in a few steps, grabbing her long hair and yanking her backward with a vengeance: "Still trying to run? You think you're something special? If I don't kill you today, I'll walk backward!"
He suddenly exerted force with his arm, his five fingers gripping her long, black hair like iron clamps, and pulled it back sharply.
Caught off guard, Song Zhiwei swayed violently and was forcefully pulled to the ground.
The excruciating pain spread from her scalp to her entire body, and she couldn't help but arch her back, letting out a muffled groan.
Zhou Yunsheng looked down at her, his eyes burning with rage, his voice hoarse and fierce, each word sounding like it was being hurled with blood.
This woman has given him the cold shoulder once or twice. She must have forgotten who stood up for her when she couldn't even afford a meal.
At that time, she was huddled in a rented room in the suburbs, so poor that she had to save her instant noodles. It was he who gave her a few meals and some pocket money, so that she wouldn't starve to death on the streets.
But now she dares to embarrass him in public and question his decision?
This act of repaying kindness with enmity infuriated him.
In his eyes, her current situation was entirely due to the charity of his Zhou family, and she had no right to even look at him.
Sweating profusely from the pain, Song Zhiwei yelled into the restaurant, "Help! Someone's trying to hit me!"
Tears streamed down her cheeks, mingling with cold sweat as they dripped onto the floor.
She gripped the edge of the carpet tightly with her fingers, trying to use it to stand up, but her head was held firmly and she couldn't break free.
Her voice was heart-wrenching, echoing in the empty hall, filled with despair and helplessness.
"Please help me! Save me!"
She screamed with all her might, hoping to summon even just one person to help her.
As soon as a waiter walked over, Zhou Yunsheng glared at him and shouted at the top of his lungs, "This is my sister! She got herself into trouble by sleeping with another man and getting a child. What's wrong with me, her brother, disciplining her? Mind your own business!"
He turned his head abruptly, his gaze sweeping like a knife over the uniformed, nervous-looking waiter.
His voice suddenly rose in pitch, making the surrounding air tremble.
He straightened his back, spoke in a tough tone, and adopted a self-righteous posture, as if he were the victim and the one on the side of justice.
His face was full of threat, and every word he uttered exuded a chilling sense of oppression.
The waitress was startled, her heart skipped a beat—she had seen the eldest son of the Zhou family more than once.
I heard he really does have a younger sister. Although they don't look alike, her family background is so impressive that she wouldn't dare to mess with her.
She paused, her body stiffened, and she almost dropped the tray in her hands.
Rumors about the Zhou family flashed through my mind: they were incredibly powerful and had a deep background; even the police had to greet them politely.
The man in front of them was indeed a VIP who frequented high-end places, and his flamboyant manner meant that no one dared to stop him.
She's just an ordinary employee with elderly parents and young children to support. How could she possibly offend someone like that for the sake of a stranger?
Zhou Yunsheng dragged her toward the door.
Song Zhiwei struggled and screamed, "He's lying! He's trying to kidnap me! Call the police!"
She kicked and thrashed her feet on the ground, her heels scraping the paint off the floor and her fingernails leaving scratches on the carpet.
Her wrist was tightly gripped by his other hand, almost breaking it.
She kept twisting her body, trying to break free of her restraints. Her voice was already hoarse, but she still refused to give up calling for help.
"Look at him! He's not my brother! We're not related by blood! He's lying! Please call the police!"
The waiter stopped, looked at Song Zhiwei's tear-streaked face, and then at Zhou Yunsheng's arrogant face, his palms sweating profusely.
She stood there, caught in a dilemma.
On one side were heart-wrenching cries, and on the other was an aggressive and intimidating pressure.
She could tell that the girl was genuinely scared, and that fear wasn't feigned.
But……
The Zhou family's reputation is too great; how could a mere employee like her bear the subsequent trouble?
If you get into trouble, not only will you lose your job, but you might also face retaliation.
She bit her lip, turned around and walked quickly inside—to find the manager.
Ultimately, she made her choice.
She cannot intervene personally, but she can report to her superiors.
At the very least, let people with more authority make the decisions.
She lowered her head, quickened her pace as she passed between the tables, her heart pounding.
She knew time was of the essence and dared not waste a single second.
If the manager had intervened, perhaps a tragedy could have been prevented.
Song Zhiwei's heart sank.
No matter how hard she kicked or grabbed, she couldn't match the strength of a man.
Her limbs began to weaken, her breathing became more and more rapid, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
She knew she was being dragged step by step into a dangerous abyss, while the surroundings remained as indifferent as ever.
No one offered a helping hand, and no one wanted to cause trouble.
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