Li Qianfan's wife was as beautiful as a flower, that was an undeniable fact.
Despite the fact that hidden beneath that attractive facade lay a significant amount of violent potential.
So, was Li Qianfan at ease with his wife dining with other men in the evening?
It was 7:25 PM.
Su Ziyu, clad in a white shirt, a black pencil skirt, black stockings, and stiletto heels, entered the Youlan private room on the 9th floor of Qingyun Restaurant with Li Qianfan, who was carrying two bottles of good wine.
Although Su Ziyu was seeking a favor from Miao Dengke, Miao Dengke had initiated this meeting for a detailed discussion. Therefore, she couldn't arrive too early.
If she were hosting Miao Dengke, she would have waited at the restaurant entrance for half an hour beforehand.
"General Manager Miao, hello. I apologize for my lateness, please forgive me."
As soon as Su Ziyu entered, she raised her right hand, and a graceful smile replaced her usual reserved expression. She quickly walked towards Miao Dengke, who was already seated at the table.
Miao Dengke appeared to be in his early fifties. His slicked-back hair shone, and his square face exuded authority, clearly indicating he was accustomed to giving orders.
"Little Su, you're too polite."
Miao Dengke stood up with a smile, his gaze briefly swept over Li Qianfan before settling on Su Ziyu.
A flicker of satisfaction crossed his eyes.
When Su Ziyu reached him, Miao Dengke raised his right hand.
They briefly clasped hands and then released.
"General Manager Miao, allow me to introduce you."
Su Ziyu took a step back and pointed at Li Qianfan. "This is my husband, Li Qianfan."
"He's your husband?"
Miao Dengke was momentarily stunned. He looked at Li Qianfan and blurted out, "You're married? Is your husband twenty years old this year?"
"Yes, I'm married. We got our marriage certificate three days ago."
Su Ziyu's expression was awkward, and she thought to herself, "Him saying this boy isn't twenty years old, isn't that a jab at me for being an old cow eating young grass? Heh, young grass!"
"General Manager Miao, it's a pleasure to meet you tonight."
Li Qianfan shook hands with Miao Dengke, smiling. "Actually, I'm 21 years old. I'm very mature in body and mind, I just look a bit childish."
In truth, Li Qianfan was also dissatisfied with his appearance, which resembled that of a high school student.
He had tried his best to appear mature and manlike.
But this physique, gifted by his parents, caused him considerable distress.
"Youth, it's truly wonderful."
Miao Dengke said with a sigh and motioned for them to sit.
Li Qianfan's task for the evening was to be Su Ziyu's driver and to refill their drinks.
Su Ziyu would be toasting Miao Dengke and discussing business.
Initially, there would be some small talk.
Su Ziyu, who hadn't had a chance to drink since getting married, could finally "legitimately" indulge.
Within twenty minutes, she had consumed seven or eight taels of 52-proof baijiu.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkled brighter, and her captivating allure was heart-stirring.
Seeing that enough small talk had been exchanged—
Su Ziyu, in the most tactful way, asked Miao Dengke, "General Manager Miao, has Auntie (Mrs. Miao) mentioned to you that our Guangming Hospital is hoping to secure the physical examination business for Factory One?"
As she spoke, she took out a bank card and placed it on Miao Dengke's side of the table, seemingly casually.
This was a universally understood protocol.
Without offering Miao Dengke some incentive, why would he entrust the physical examination business to Guangming Hospital?
"Little Su, I will absolutely not accept any gifts."
Miao Dengke glanced at the card and said directly, "I will also assign the physical examination business of Factory One to Guangming Hospital."
Upon hearing this, Su Ziyu was overjoyed. She quickly raised her wine glass again. "General Manager Miao, I must toast you three times."
Miao Dengke, however, waved his hand and said, "But I have a condition."
Su Ziyu quickly responded, "Please, tell me."
Miao Dengke then looked at Li Qianfan before speaking. "Little Su, could you have your husband excuse himself for a moment?"
Li Qianfan, who was about to refill Miao Dengke's wine, paused.
Su Ziyu's eyebrows knitted together. "General Manager Miao, what is your condition?"
"Then I'll be direct."
Miao Dengke looked at Su Ziyu. "You spend one night with me, and Factory One's physical examination business for this year goes to Guangming Hospital. Spend two nights with me, and next year's business is also yours. Spend a few nights with me, and you'll secure business for that many years."
Su Ziyu's eyes immediately turned cold.
Li Qianfan put down the wine bottle and lit a cigarette.
Since the conversation had become direct, Miao Dengke no longer held back.
His gaze towards Su Ziyu now carried overt lust.
Su Ziyu would be angry, and her husband would also be angry.
Miao Dengke was unconcerned.
He had merely presented his terms and hadn't forced Su Ziyu to comply.
If Su Ziyu was willing, he would honor his promise.
If not,
Then they would part amicably, the business not concluded but goodwill maintained.
Yes.
This was a transaction.
What Su Ziyu wanted was business, and what Miao Dengke wanted was her.
It was a fact that in Qingyun, apart from Mo Bin, no one dared to marry Su Ziyu.
But it was also a fact that many men desired her to sing their praises.
"Little Su, don't be angry. I'm a straightforward person."
Miao Dengke didn't look at Li Qianfan at all (thinking he was an immature brat who knew nothing), and said to Su Ziyu again, "To be frank, in the past years, all hospitals that took on Factory One's business had to meet this requirement of mine."
He raised his wrist and checked his watch. "I'll give you ten minutes to discuss it with your husband. We're all adults here, there's nothing to be shy about. That kind of thing, put simply, is you spreading your legs. Ah!"
The moment Miao Dengke said the word "legs," Su Ziyu suddenly grabbed the wine bottle and smashed it heavily on his head.
Miao Dengke cried out in pain.
Li Qianfan shivered.
Did they really think that a black belt third dan's temper was just for show?
If Miao Dengke hadn't said "spread your legs," Su Ziyu might have been able to tolerate it.
After all, what he had said before was relatively polite—
"You, you dare to hit me?"
Miao Dengke asked, his face full of disbelief, covering his head.
Su Ziyu, however, opened her small bag, took out some cash and an item, and threw them heavily onto Miao Dengke's face.
"The money is for medical expenses."
"Sanitary napkins can be used for temporary bandaging."
"Qianfan, let's go."
Su Ziyu said coldly, picked up the card, turned, took Li Qianfan's hand, and quickly walked towards the private room door.
"My wife is truly full of personality."
Li Qianfan couldn't help but turn back, looking at Miao Dengke. He thought, "Or rather, this service attitude is absolutely top-notch. A wine bottle to the head, sanitary napkins for wound dressing. Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is the first time I've seen something like this. I dare say, with her temper, my mother would absolutely like her."
Bang!
Miao Dengke slammed the table and shouted sternly, "Su Ziyu, you hit me and then you just leave!?"
Su Ziyu, who was about to open the door and leave, retracted her hand.
She released Li Qianfan's hand, turned, and quickly walked up to Miao Dengke.
Miao Dengke sneered—
Slap!
Su Ziyu preempted him, raised her hand, and delivered a loud slap across his old face.
She coldly asked, "Can I go now?"
Slap!
Su Ziyu followed up with another slap, striking Miao Dengke heavily on the face.
She coldly asked, "Can I go now?"
Slap—
Su Ziyu went from side to side, alternating, slapping Miao Dengke a total of 11 times.
With each slap—
She would coldly ask, "Can I go now?"