"Mr. Zhang, if you have nothing better to do, go take a look at the backyard."
Seeing Song Heng's impatient expression, the bodyguard in front of him subtly conveyed that Zhang Cong should get as far away as possible and not get in the way.
"Yes, yes, yes..." she said, walking towards the backyard.
Although he didn't know what Song Heng wanted him to do in the backyard, he didn't dare to disobey. The butler behind him stepped forward but hadn't had a chance to speak yet.
Zhang Cong coldly ordered, "Keep a close eye on that woman. If President Song takes a liking to her, find a way to send her to his room!"
"Mr. Zhang, that woman is the youngest princess of the Ji family. What if we offend the Ji family because of this..."
"Moreover, it's said that the Ji family's youngest princess has a close relationship with the Zhao family of Xindu. That Zhao family member never considers the consequences of her actions, and she's recently had quite a falling out with the An family. What if..."
The butler had heard of the power of the Ji and Zhao families in China over the years, but the boss had already offended Feng Yunzhou. Now, if he offended two more families for this man, the Zhang family would find it difficult to move forward in China.
"Hmph! What are the Ji and Zhao families? This young master has a close relationship with that young master of the Lu family. If we serve him well, we can walk sideways all over China and E continent!"
Zhang Cong raised his eyebrows smugly and ordered the steward to go down and prepare to take action.
"yes…"
The butler glanced at the woman drinking champagne not far away, then bowed his head and gave a few instructions to the servants behind him.
"Boss, shall we go over there?" the bodyguard asked Song Heng, leaning down.
“No need,” Song Heng waved his hand, then added, “Keep an eye on Zhang Cong’s men and don’t let them harm her.”
"Yes!" One of the bodyguards respectfully stepped back and disappeared into the crowd.
His eyes were fixed on the girl, the warm light making her features appear even whiter and brighter, but also conveying a sense of unapproachability and loneliness.
Zhou Yun stared at the fruit on her plate, her eyes slightly unfocused; she felt like throwing up.
"Miss, this is champagne that the organizers specially prepared for all the ladies present, airlifted from E continent."
A waiter stepped forward and placed a glass of pale golden liquid in front of her.
Zhou Yun raised her wine glass slightly, gently swirling the liquid in it with her slender fingertips, and brought her nose close to the rim of the glass to smell it.
The aroma of apples and citrus instantly fills the nostrils, intertwined with cream and nuts, bringing a touch of pleasure.
After smelling it for a while, I put the cup back on the table, secretly mocking myself, thinking, "Does he really think everyone is an idiot?"
The person standing in the corner noticed that Zhou Yun hadn't drunk her drink, a glint of shrewdness flashed in their eyes, and they waved to someone not far away.
Zhou Yun idly fiddled with the liquid in her glass, thinking that the Zhang Group openly drugged women at this banquet. Although she didn't know what kind of drug it was, they were definitely not good people. They must have done this more than once.
Thinking about it, he took out his phone and sent a text message to Ji Meng.
The other party replied: Just boarded the plane, will arrive in two hours.
Zhou Yun: Okay, I'll wait for you.
The noise around her made her feel uncomfortable, so she asked the waiter for directions to the restroom and left.
"Boss, Zhang Cong had someone drug Miss Zhou's drink, but she didn't drink it, so she must have noticed something."
"Okay, leave two people to keep an eye on her. If anything happens to her, you'll all be packing up and going to F Continent to guard the gate tomorrow." Song Heng's narrowed eyes stared at the crowd, a hint of sinister coldness in them.
He got up from the sofa and walked towards the side door, then went up to the top floor.
Zhou Yun emerged from the restroom with a flushed face; she had splashed her face with cold water, but the more she splashed, the redder it became.
A burning sensation seemed to be lodged in her chest, making it hard for her to breathe, and her hand, gripping the doorframe, trembled slightly.
Zhou Yun quickly recalled what she had eaten and drunk in the banquet hall. She had only eaten what others had touched, except for that glass of wine.
Her memory flashed quickly back to the unusual aspects of that glass of wine—no, she hadn't drunk it, but she had smelled it.
Thinking of this, the burning sensation in my heart grew even more intense, and my cheeks turned an unnatural red.
"Miss, are you alright?"
A young girl who had just finished touching up her makeup grabbed Zhou Yun, who was trembling all over, and asked her with concern.
Zhou Yun turned to look at the little girl, who reached out and touched her forehead and found that she had a fever, so she helped Zhou Yun to a seat.
"Are you alright? Are your friends at the banquet too? Should I contact them to come pick you up?" the young girl asked with concern.
Zhou Yun waved her hand, resting one hand on the dressing table, "No need, thank you."
"Then it's not convenient for you to go out like this." The little girl's voice carried a hint of worry.
"Thank you." Zhou Yun struggled to lift her eyes to look at the person in front of her. The other person's sincere expression made her lower her guard a little.
"This banquet seems a bit unusual. I noticed a few of the servants were giving the girls at the banquet strange looks."
The girl began to complain in a low voice.
"Yes, something's not right. You should be careful too," Zhou Yun replied weakly.
"Oh my, why are you sweating so much!" The girl was startled when she saw the fine beads of sweat on Zhou Yun's forehead and cheeks.
He took out a tissue and handed it to Zhou Yun, saying, "You wipe yourself. I think if you go out on your own now, you'll easily be targeted by those people."
Zhou Yun took the tissue and wiped the sweat from her face. The burning sensation throughout her body had subsided somewhat, but the burning feeling in her chest had not subsided; on the contrary, it was getting stronger.
"How about this, we go out through the side door of the dressing room. It's much safer for two people to go than one," the girl said, patting her head.
"Let's go, Miss." With that, he helped Zhou Yun out through the side door.
At this moment, Zhou Yun was only partially conscious and powerless, letting the other person pull her out.
As she exited the elevator, the girl glanced furtively at the corner of her eye.
"W-what's that sound?" Zhou Yun subconsciously looked up, but the splitting headache that came with opening her eyes made it impossible for her to see where she was.
"Sister, don't be afraid. A servant just chased after us. We'll hide in a bit, don't be scared," the girl whispered reassuringly.
He then opened the suite door and helped Zhou Yun to the large bed in the bedroom.
"Sister, you stay here and hide. I'll go out and see if they've left."
As she closed the suite door, the girl's eyes grew even more profound.
"Did you send it in?" the butler said coldly.
"Going in," the woman replied respectfully in a low voice.
The dimly lit room fell silent instantly. Zhou Yun pounded her forehead with her palms, the intense headache making it impossible for her to concentrate.
A burning sensation swept over my entire body, as if a thousand ants were crawling all over me.
"Miss..." The room was eerily quiet, without a sound.
"Damn it!" Zhou Yun cursed the banquet organizers.
I've seen other people's methods of drugging, and I thought that as long as I didn't drink it, I would be fine, but I forgot that gas can also be used to drug.
An old horse makes a mistake.
Zhou Yun's mind was in chaos, with countless conflicting thoughts making it impossible for her to concentrate.
Song Heng frowned as he entered the room.
Upon seeing this, the bodyguard immediately went into the room to check. As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he seemed to see something terrible and immediately closed the door.
"Boss! Woman!"
Another bodyguard looked at him with disdain, "How many women have been sent to the boss's bed? What's the big deal? Just throw them out."
"But...but! You...you! Don't come any closer!" The bodyguard gripping the bedroom doorknob stared wide-eyed in terror, desperately trying to signal to the approaching bodyguard.
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