Song Heng took a sip of the red wine in his glass and immediately frowned.
The banquet hall was filled with the clinking of glasses and the growing number of people.
Song Heng looked impatient. He hadn't planned to come to this banquet in the first place, and he only reluctantly agreed to come because Song Yu had begged him for a long time.
Suddenly recalling that bright and beautiful face, Song Heng's expression softened even more.
When I ran into her at the exhibition that morning, she looked embarrassed.
She always seemed so pathetic in front of Ji Chu.
Song Heng recalled the scene when he met Zhou Yun outside the wedding dress shop, and his expression darkened further.
“Eric, over here…” Zhang Cong looked at the people in the banquet hall with some hesitation.
Today, he hosted a banquet mostly for partners of major groups in the capital. On the one hand, he wanted to win over companies that competed with the Feng family, and on the other hand, he wanted to seize the Feng family's leading position in the capital.
Song Heng waved his hand dismissively, "Go ahead and do your thing, I'll sit here for a while."
The implication is that you should leave me alone.
This time, Zhang Cong was much more astute than when he was giving the beautiful woman away. He immediately understood what Zhang Cong meant, nodded and bowed, and left.
As he turned around, he lowered his head and whispered to the butler, "Don't let any irrelevant people come and disturb him. Fulfill all his needs. If you neglect him, I won't let you off the hook."
"yes"
The butler and several servants responded immediately, keeping a close eye on Song Heng's situation throughout the banquet, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.
Song Heng put down the wine glass he had just taken a sip from and didn't touch it again. Suddenly, he heard a sweet voice behind him, "Mr. Song, is our wine not to your liking?"
Lin Zhiyu swayed her hips gracefully as she approached him, a captivating smile curving her lips. "It's my fault for not fulfilling our responsibilities as hosts. I have a few fine wines here, how about... I let you try some?"
He emphasized the word "try it" as he spoke.
Her sexy fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, and her luscious red lips parted slightly. "I have many kinds of... wine, guaranteed to satisfy President Song."
As she spoke, she turned the side of her legs, which were almost slit high, toward Song Heng, revealing her long, slender, and snow-white legs.
The bodyguards exchanged glances, then lowered their heads upon receiving their boss's cold gaze.
Lin Zhiyu noticed the gazes of the group and smiled slightly. “President Song… it’s too noisy here. The annex is quieter and more suitable for you to enjoy your wine.”
Zhang Cong didn't even put Feng Yunzhou in his eyes, but he fawned over the man in front of him, especially with Song Heng's mixed-race appearance.
Lin Zhiyu could roughly guess that he was the head of some foreign organization, otherwise someone like Zhang Cong, who had always been involved in the black market, would not have looked favorably upon a legitimate businessman who was out in the open.
What woman wouldn't love a handsome and powerful man? Even if he's icy cold, she'd still give it a shot. If she succeeded, she could take the opportunity to dump the old and fat Zhang Cong.
She had spent several years abroad and had hung out with those blond, blue-eyed rich kids; they were very skilled at it.
Thinking that this man must be like those playboy rich kids, she finally mustered up the courage to approach him and strike up a conversation.
"Miss, please move away." The bodyguard's voice rang out, and he reached out to block the person who was about to step forward.
Lin Zhiyu's face darkened with anger as she was stopped. "Do you know who I am?"
After Zhang Cong took her to his residence, he doted on her and gave her whatever she wanted.
Zhang Cong also helped her resolve the rumors circulating about her; if he couldn't resolve them, he would simply have someone beat her up.
She, on the other hand, identified herself as the mistress of the Zhang family.
"Even if you were the King of Heaven, it wouldn't matter." The group was somewhat dissatisfied with Lin Zhiyu's attitude.
Lin Zhiyu, equally dissatisfied with their attitude, gritted her teeth fiercely, "Who do you think you are? Do you even have a place to talk here?"
"I am the mistress of this place. What business is it of yours who I talk to? Besides, Mr. Song hasn't said anything, so why are you dogs barking?"
Lin Zhiyu's voice suddenly became shrill.
This made the bodyguard standing to the side frown; the women here seemed to really enjoy walking into the line of fire.
Song Heng, sitting on the sofa, also frowned, a hint of impatience in his eyes. "Are you done talking?"
"President Song, they bullied me first..." Lin Zhiyu became bolder when she saw that Song Heng did not get angry.
"Look, you have to stand up for me..."
This act of the villain accusing the other party first nearly made the bodyguards' jaws drop in astonishment.
Are all Chinese women this dramatic?
Song Heng stood up and walked quickly to Lin Zhiyu before she could react.
A sharp pain shot through her chin. Song Heng pinched her chin in disgust, saying, "You're dirty."
"Want to play? I'll have Zhang Cong find you ten right now, hmm?"
After saying that, he immediately let go and took the tissues brought by the bodyguard to carefully wipe the fingers that had just been pinching Lin Zhiyu's chin.
Song Heng frowned as he wiped, as if he had touched something very unclean.
"Go, find ten men, give them the medicine, and drag her to the annex."
"Yes, boss."
"But what about Zhang Cong..."
Since we're on someone else's property, we should drag them outside the estate; there's a grove of trees there where the grass is thick and it would be easier to do things there.
Song Heng raised his hand, "Let him choose between Ezhou and this woman."
As he spoke, he lifted the red wine that the maid had refilled and brought it to his lips.
I frowned; it still tasted awful.
At this moment, Lin Zhiyu, who was slumped on the ground, could no longer maintain her composure. Upon hearing his last words, she began to tremble with fear all over her body.
"Mr. Song, it was my fault. I shouldn't have insulted your people. Please forgive me."
"I shouldn't have deliberately seduced you, Mr. Song. For Zhang Cong's sake, please forgive me, please forgive me."
Lin Zhiyu knelt at Song Heng's feet, her pleading voice trembling.
The women who had just been punished by Zhang Cong stared in terror at the scene before them, their mouths gagged, only able to whimper.
Fortunately, they were only punished by sitting for a day and a night.
If this man were to speak, they dared not imagine how terrible their fate would be.
Ignoring the chaotic noise around him, Song Heng got up and was about to leave.
Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a figure in the corner.
"Boss, it's Miss Zhou."
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