Chapter 152: Chapter 152
Huang Xiao raised an eyebrow, a fleeting glint of shadow passing through his fox-like narrow eyes.
"Young Master Leng is a filial child. To take care of the old man, he even took leave from school and stays by the hospital bed day and night without leaving. Your sister is still young and immature—men need comfort and companionship at times like these."
Ye Hui’s eyes lit up: "I implore you, Lord Xiao, to give my sister a chance."
Huang Xiao lightly tapped his finger on the bar’s counter, his expression somewhat bored.
Ye Hui immediately caught on and respectfully said, "Lord Xiao, I have a friend who runs a winery with excellent wine. I’ll make sure it’s delivered to your residence later."
Huang Xiao’s smile deepened as he leaned in close to Ye Hui’s ear and whispered, "The old lady favors the young master and plans to leave the family fortune to him. Don’t you think it’s tragic that, in the end, Young Master Leng might be left empty-handed?"
After finishing his words, he lightly patted Ye Hui on the shoulder, stood up, and left.
Ye Hui pondered for a moment before suddenly clapping his hands loudly.
Lord Xiao’s reminder was on point—if he helped eliminate Leng Hao, wouldn’t Young Master Leng have nothing to worry about anymore?
When the time came, he’d become the great benefactor with critical merit in supporting the future ruler.
Zhang Shasha held onto her injured finger, crying bitterly: "Brother, take me to the hospital quickly!"
"Hospital—right, the hospital. Shasha, our chance has arrived."
Ye Hui led Zhang Shasha away in a hurry.
From the shadows, Huang Xiao emerged, watching their retreating figures with a cold sneer.
The bar had returned to normal. Huang Xiao surveyed the space, recalling the ruthless precision of the young girl’s moves, a chill creeping up his neck.
Thinking it over, he pulled out his phone, opened the system’s chat window, and sent a message to someone.
[Boss truly isn’t human-level strong]
Just as he was about to leave, his gaze shifted, and he saw a girl sneaking toward a boy.
The boy was clearly drugged, slumped in a booth, unconscious and unaware.
Such scenes happened daily in nightclubs; there was nothing surprising about it.
Huang Xiao snickered and turned away.
Lii Yinyin nervously swallowed, quietly approaching Jiang Shengyao.
She had underestimated Shen You’an.
What followed would undoubtedly be disciplinary action from the school.
With two infractions, expulsion would be mandatory, and her entire future would be ruined.
At this moment, Jiang Shengyao was the only lifeline she could grasp.
If she once had hesitations, after witnessing Shen You’an’s terrifying capabilities, she had no choice now.
Wu Heng had run off to the dance floor, grinding with women, completely forgetting about Jiang Shengyao.
Thus, only Jiang Shengyao remained in the booth, leaning back hazily, his consciousness muddled.
Lii Yinyin quietly sat beside Jiang Shengyao. Her trembling fingers touched his face; the heat against her fingers made Lii Yinyin’s heart jolt. Instinctively, she tried to pull her hand back, but he suddenly gripped it tightly and rubbed it against his cheek.
Lii Yinyin inhaled sharply, her heart racing so fast it almost leaped out of her throat.
She leaned closer, her lips near Jiang Shengyao’s ear, whispering softly: "Mr. Jiang, I... I’ve liked you for a long time. Can you give me a chance?"
Lii Yinyin’s gaze grew increasingly deep and somber.
Sorry, Qin Xiangge—I have no other choice.
Jiang Shengyao woke up with a splitting headache.
Suddenly, he turned his head and saw a woman lying beside him, her long hair spread over the pillow, exposing a bare shoulder.
Jiang Shengyao’s mind went completely blank.
In that moment, it felt as if his soul had drifted away.
Who am I? Where am I? What is happening?
Jiang Shengyao shook his head and finally remembered.
Last night, at Huiye Bar, he saw the goddess he had been yearning for day and night. Just as he was about to pursue her, he suddenly passed out.
No—it wasn’t just passing out. Jiang Shengyao knew his own alcohol tolerance. That small amount of liquor wasn’t nearly enough to knock him unconscious.
Jiang Shengyao’s face darkened.
CTMD, I’ve been had in a honey trap.
Before the woman woke up, Jiang Shengyao grabbed his clothes from the floor and prepared to slip away.
Just as his hand touched the doorknob, a sweet voice from behind stopped him.
"Mr. Jiang, where are you going?"
Jiang Shengyao turned around sharply.
The girl was sitting in bed, clutching the blanket, her face full of shy affection as she looked at him.
"Did you drug the drink you gave me?" Jiang Shengyao ground his teeth.
His cold stare pierced through the girl’s face as if he wanted to carve off a chunk.
"Did Mr. Jiang forget everything?" The girl’s eyes brimmed with tears, her voice trembling pitifully as she spoke.
"Last night, you got drunk and refused to let me go, forcing me to do something . When I resisted, you even strangled me! You said that if I agreed, you’d take responsibility, and once we’re legally of age, you’d marry me. But it turns out you were just lying to me. My innocence is ruined—I might as well die..."
Jiang Shengyao’s headache intensified. He roared in anger: "You’re lying. You drugged me—don’t think you can fool me!"
The girl sobbed: "Fine, then call the police. If the heir to Lanya Group is accused of raping an underage girl, the one who’ll lose face isn’t me; I’m just the innocent victim."
Jiang Shengyao’s icy stare homed in on the girl’s face, then squinted slightly. "Why do you seem familiar to me?"
The girl’s hands holding the blanket tightened involuntarily.
A realization struck Jiang Shengyao. His eyes widened in disbelief: "You’re the girl who hangs around Qin Xiangge—Lii Yinyin."
The girl beamed: "So Mr. Jiang remembers me!"
Jiang Shengyao suddenly strode forward, grabbing the girl’s jaw to force her to face him. He didn’t hold back and paid no attention to how much it hurt her.
Lii Yinyin shouted in pain.
Jiang Shengyao’s stare bore into the face before him: "Lii Yinyin, you truly know how to surprise me. You think these clumsy tricks will trap me? Keep dreaming."
After his harsh words, he let go abruptly, causing Lii Yinyin to tumble off the bed. She fell to the floor in an embarrassing heap.
Jiang Shengyao’s gaze was filled with disgust: "Because of Qin Xiangge, I’d considered helping you, even arguing on your behalf with Director Shen. Now I realize how foolish I was. Shen You’an’s view about you being a despicable lowlife turns out to be completely accurate."
Jiang Shengyao wasn’t stupid; the truth hit him like a ton of bricks.
His thoughts turned to how he’d quarreled with Shen Huailu yesterday over this girl, threatening Lan Man and doing those ridiculous, idiotic things. He wished he could slap himself across the face.
Being tricked by a mere girl—was there anyone dumber than him?
"You’d better behave. If even a hint of what happened leaks out, I won’t be responsible for what I might do."
With his warning delivered, Jiang Shengyao stormed out.
Lii Yinyin sat dazed on the floor, trying to comprehend Jiang Shengyao’s words.
Did Qin Xiangge approach Jiang Shengyao to plead for her?
How could it have turned out ?
It seemed she had made things worse.
Lii Yinyin gritted her teeth. What was done was done—Jiang Shengyao wouldn’t escape, whether he accepted it or not.
Jiang Shengyao stormed out, overwhelmed by rage. He was on his way to confront Wu Heng.
"Young Master." A man stopped him.
Jiang Shengyao looked up. Recognizing the man, he frowned in surprise: "Secretary Zhou? What are you doing here?"
A thought dawned on him, and his expression instantly darkened.
"You’re spying on me, aren’t you?"
The man adjusted his glasses and replied matter-of-factly, "If it weren’t for President Lan’s concern and instructions to have someone follow you, you’d have fallen for this trap completely."
Jiang Shengyao narrowed his eyes: "What’s that supposed to mean?"
Secretary Zhou smiled cryptically and said, "You can know someone’s face but not their heart. President Lan asked me to pass on a message: consider this a lesson learned."