"But right now, your grandmother is in the hospital, and the company's cash flow is in trouble. If we can't get more investment, the company will go bankrupt. You don't want to see our Ye family go bankrupt and our family end up on the streets, do you?" Ye Jianming suppressed his anger and said in a fatherly tone.
Yu He: "So what?"
Ye Jianming obsequiously handed her the juice that Ye Zisu had given him.
"So, when Mr. Wu from Keyun arrives later, you'll keep him company and try to secure his investment." He emphasized deliberately, as if afraid of being misunderstood, "Don't worry, it's just accompanying him for drinks, nothing else!"
Yu He glanced at the juice, picked it up nonchalantly, and took a sip. "How much are you planning for him to invest?" she asked.
Ye Jianming held up five fingers. "Five million."
She was only worth five million?
Heh, what a truly affectionate father!
Just then, Ye Jianming's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and immediately went outside. Ye Zisu followed him out.
A while later, the private room door opened again, but only Ye Zisu returned.
"Dad had something urgent to attend to and went to accompany other clients. He asked you to stay and keep Mr. Wu company," Ye Zisu said.
Yu He heard the hidden meaning in her words and her vision suddenly darkened. "You... what did you give me..."
The next second, she slumped onto the dining table. Seeing this, Ye Zisu showed a sinister smile and immediately took out her phone to make a call. "Mr. Wu, the person is ready for you."
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A matte grey Lamborghini stopped at the entrance of the Disheng Hotel. The doorman politely opened the car door.
"I wonder if there are any new beauties on the fourth floor? I've been doubting my eyesight lately. Last time I saw Xiao Hua, I thought she had a delicate and pretty face, quite good-looking." Lu Yiming said, tossing the car keys to the doorman for parking.
"Be more confident, and remove the 'doubt'." Qin Beiting got out of the car.
Lu Yiming thought of the time he mistook someone and whimpered, "Ying..."
The two walked with a sense of purpose. Qin Beiting was not wearing glasses tonight. He wore a tailored black shirt and black trousers, with neat short hair parted on the side, revealing sharp, perfect facial contours. He was so handsome it took one's breath away, causing passing girls to turn their heads frequently.
Among them was a heavily made-up woman in a seductive outfit named Xixi, a new cocktail waitress on the fourth floor of Disheng. She had seen the cool matte grey sports car as soon as she got out of the taxi. A Lamborghini Reventon, limited to 21 units worldwide, worth at least fifteen million. This kind of rich person, even if the person coming out of the car was a paunchy, balding old man, she would still approach him. Let alone two such dazzling handsome men. Her dream of becoming a rich wife was within reach.
Xixi, in high heels, swayed her hips and followed Qin Beiting's steps. She caught up to the elevator entrance and cried out "Ayah!" as she stumbled towards the man. However, the man she imagined didn't help her; he even skillfully dodged her and entered the elevator.
"Get lost, stay away from me." Qin Beiting glanced at her, his gaze chilling. Before she could get close, he smelled the strong scent of cheap perfume on her, which disgusted him.
Xixi fell face-first, her face turning pale with fright.
"Whoa, Happy New Year!" Lu Yiming was also startled, and as if afraid of catching a virus, he darted into the elevator. "Xiao Hua is still more fragrant." He pinched his nose with one hand and quickly closed the elevator door with the other. Xiao Hua was a sow kept by the army's mess hall.
The elevator stopped on the third floor. The elevator door opened. A girl wearing a black baseball cap and mask, with her head so lowered she looked like she wanted to burrow into the ground, struggled to carry a girl taller than herself. The girl being carried wore a Kaiwei school uniform, which caught Lu Yiming's attention, and he couldn't help but stare. The girl was lying still, seemingly unconscious, her long black hair spread out, obscuring her face.
Lu Yiming saw how hard the girl was carrying her burden and was about to offer help when the elevator stopped. The fourth floor had arrived.
Qin Beiting nudged Lu Yiming. Lu Yiming had no choice but to mind his own business, exit the elevator, and walk straight towards the private room.
"The girl being carried has good bone structure, she must be a beauty. Boss, why did you stop me?" After he finished speaking, there was no response. He turned around and realized no one was behind him. "Boss? Where are you?" Didn't he get out of the elevator?! So he stopped him, expecting him to go and flirt on his own?
...
Disheng Hotel, eighth floor.
Ye Zisu carried Yu He, struggling her way to room 801. She felt a cold gaze fixed on her from behind and couldn't help but quicken her pace. The door to room 801 was not closed, only ajar. Ye Zisu, carrying the person, slipped into the room and immediately hooked the door shut, blocking the gaze that was fixed on her.
"Little beauty, you're here?" Mr. Wu, wearing a bathrobe, emerged from the bathroom and looked at Ye Zisu as she placed the person on the bed, with a greasy smile. Just a glance from afar, and he could tell from the girl's good figure that she must be even prettier than in the photos.
Ye Zisu panted, "Mr. Wu, please enjoy yourself. Regarding the investment, please confirm it as soon as possible. Also, don't tell my father about this."
Mr. Wu readily agreed and returned to the bathroom to dry his wet hair. Ye Zisu turned to leave, only to find her hem caught by something. She looked back and saw it was Yu He's hand! Her heart sank. That drug should at least make someone unconscious for two hours; how could she wake up so quickly? She glanced up and saw that the girl's exquisite face was still closed, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She must have grabbed it at some point.
Ye Zisu tugged hard but couldn't free herself, surprised that this country bumpkin had such strength even while unconscious. She had to lean down to untangle the hand. What she didn't see was that Yu He's other hand now had a silver needle at its fingertip.
...
When Mr. Wu finished drying his hair and walked out of the bathroom, he smelled a faint, pleasant scent, like aromatherapy. He thought Ye Zisu was quite thoughtful.
"Little beauty, let's have some fun!" He took off his bathrobe and smiled as he lunged towards the person lying on the bed.
Ye Zisu was woken by the sudden heavy weight pressing down on her. Before she could react to how she ended up on the bed, Mr. Wu, who was on top of her, had already torn open her clothes. Panicked, she pushed him away. "Mr. Wu, let go of me, I'm Zisu! You've got the wrong person!"
Mr. Wu, however, seemed possessed, tearing at Ye Zisu's clothes. "Little beauty, don't struggle, the more you struggle, the more excited I get, hahahaha."
Ye Zisu screamed desperately. "Ah—Mr. Wu, wake up, you've got the wrong person!" In her panic, she fumbled for the ashtray on the bedside table and smashed it on Mr. Wu's head.
Mr. Wu grunted and woke up from the blow. "You dare hit me!" He touched his forehead, his hand covered in blood.
"You, you've got the wrong person!" Ye Zisu was already crying, shrinking back to the head of the bed, clutching her torn clothes.
Just then, with a sudden "Bang—," the door was kicked open. A group of police officers rushed in. "Police business, don't move!" "We received a report that someone is engaging in illicit activities here. Please come with us!" The police quickly apprehended the two people on the bed.