"Hold."
An Sze cursed under his breath, frowned deeply, and slammed the door shut again. He was always kind and gentle to women, and even with that annoying Ouyang Chengyi, he rarely showed his face and usually avoided her.
He had never met anyone as annoying as Zhong Qingya before.
He called the manager.
"Mr. An, it's so late, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Delete all the surveillance footage from tonight, don't keep any backups, destroy the data. If anyone asks, just say the surveillance cameras broke and the data is unrecoverable."
The manager was stunned. "Huh?"
"What do you mean 'huh'? Hurry up and get it done!" An Sze was furious.
Manager: "Should we delete all the monitoring data?"
An Szeze asked irritably, "What? Didn't I make myself clear? If you don't understand, get out and find someone who can understand to do the work."
"Yes, yes, yes, I'll get on it right now!"
After hanging up the phone, An Sze kicked the chair away, scratched his hair, and his meticulously styled short hair was instantly turned into a messy bird's nest, looking somewhat comical.
Just as he was worrying about it, his phone rang.
It was Song Nuan's phone call.
An Sze's heart skipped a beat. After hesitating for a moment, he silenced his phone, tucked it behind a sofa cushion, and called over a dozen men to accompany him, turning the quiet private room into a luxurious space.
"Young Master An, let's drink."
"It's so hot, I'm sweating. Young Master An, could you wipe me off for me?"
A sexy and alluring woman leaned gently on An Sze's shoulder, one arm around his waist and the other holding a wine glass, her breasts almost spilling out.
An Sze didn't even glance at her.
He was restless. Although he had hidden his phone, it was just burying his head in the sand; his mind was completely on his phone.
"Young Master An, why are you ignoring her?"
An Sze gave a perfunctory smile, pulled out a tissue, and haphazardly wiped the woman's chest, his actions far from gentle. "Wipe, wipe, wipe, I'll wipe for you."
...
After making three unanswered phone calls, Song Nuan gave up on finding An Sze.
She carefully read the anonymous text message.
The text message contained only one photo. In the photo, a man and a woman were acting very intimately. The woman's back was to the camera, so her face was not visible, but the man's face was easily recognizable.
That handsome and dashing face is hard to find another like it in the world.
The man held a cigarette between his fingers, exhaling smoke from his mouth. He looked somewhat dejected, but the woman straddling his lap only accentuated this dejection, suggesting that he was willingly succumbing to despair.
So he left last night and hasn't come back yet because he went to a club to find women?
Song Nuan felt a chill run down her spine and told herself not to care.
Five minutes later.
She abruptly threw off the covers, put on her coat without even changing her clothes, went to the garage, and drove to the clubhouse.
It's 4 a.m.
The early morning in Liangcheng city is very lively, especially this area which is full of bars and pubs, with people coming and going, and as far as the eye can see, there are drunk young people everywhere.
Song Nuan walked into the club and handed over her business card, saying, "Show me the surveillance footage from tonight."
The manager happened to be passing by.
Upon seeing that it was Song Nuan, he broke out in a sweat. One shareholder wanted to delete the surveillance footage, while another wanted to find it. What were they trying to do?
"Mr. Song, the surveillance cameras malfunctioned tonight, and all the recordings are gone. Did something happen?"
"It broke tonight?"
"Yes."
Song Nuan asked him, "Are all the security cameras in the store broken?"
The manager nodded somewhat guiltily, gave an awkward laugh, and made up a reason on the spot, "Yes, I don't know why, the surveillance footage was garbled, and after it was fixed, all the data disappeared out of thin air."
Song Nuan didn't believe a single word of this nonsense.
What a coincidence!
She had just received photos of Li Jingchen dating a woman tonight, and then the surveillance footage went scrambled and the data was lost.
"Take me to the monitoring room."
The manager wiped his sweat. "Okay, this way please."
In the monitoring room, a staff member opened a folder, shrugged, and said, "The data is really gone."
Song Nuan didn't believe it. She knew some programming and tried to recover the data. After entering the code, the page displayed the English words "Failed to find". She tried several more times, but it still didn't work.
The manager said, "Mr. Song, have you lost anything? Tell me what you need, and I'll have my staff help you look for it. Even though the surveillance data is lost, it's not impossible to get the item back."
"No."
"Oh? What's wrong with you...?"
Song Nuan said calmly, "If it's lost, it's lost. It wasn't anything particularly valuable anyway."
The manager responded with an "oh" and stood awkwardly beside her.
All surveillance footage was completely deleted; either it was done by hackers or by orders from within their own ranks.
It's been less than half an hour since she received the photos. If the photos were sent to her in real time, then in that half hour, to find a hacker to hack the data, Song Nuan is more inclined to believe that someone instructed the staff to delete the surveillance footage.
Who would do that?
The largest shareholder of this club is Ansze.
Li Jingchen did not hold any shares, but given his status, even if he wasn't a shareholder, it wouldn't affect his control over the entire club's operations, let alone simply deleting surveillance footage.
She clenched her fists, declined the manager's offer to see her downstairs, and stepped into the elevator.
The elevator suddenly stopped on the fourth floor.
The door opened.
"Oh, what a coincidence, Miss Song." Zhong Qingya looked at Song Nuan with a half-smile, carrying her bag.
Song Nuan looked up at the sound, her gaze pausing when she saw the woman's leather jacket and black stockings. This outfit... was exactly the same as the woman in the photo.
She then looked at Zhong Qingya's hair—the same wavy curls as the woman in the photo.
Zhong Qingya usually has long, straight hair, and this is the first time Song Nuan has seen her with curly hair. Surprisingly, she looks very charming. Even with heavy makeup on her plain face, the curly hair doesn't make her look bad.
"Miss Song, why are you staring at me without saying anything? Is there something on my face?"
Song Nuan looked away. "No."
Zhong Qingya smiled and said, "I didn't expect to see you again today, just two days after we met. It's quite a coincidence that we meet again."
Song Nuan smiled and asked, "Miss Zhong, did you come to the club by yourself?"
"yes."
"What kind of male model do you like? I'll have the marketing team arrange it for you." Song Nuan was very generous, displaying the air of a host.
Zhong Qingya fiddled with her hair, covering her mouth and chuckling, "I don't need male models. I didn't come here to find male models, but I appreciate your kindness. I'll ask you to arrange one for me if there's a chance in the future."
I don't hire male models.
She didn't come to the club to see male models, nor did she drink alcohol—Song Nuan couldn't smell any alcohol on her.
"So what are you here for?"
"Come and take a look with someone."
Song Nuan gritted her teeth as she recalled that photograph.
Zhong Qingya glanced at her and continued, "Although you'll be angry if I tell you, you should have guessed it. I did come with Jing Chen, but I didn't do anything, just exchanged a few words."
She tilted her head and asked Song Nuan, "Didn't he tell you?"
Song Nuan sneered inwardly.
"You came all the way to the club just to say a few words? Miss Zhong, did you secretly follow him here?"
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