With a dull thud, the white porcelain teacup, which Li Qianfan had fiercely slammed onto Zhao Shui's left hand, shattered.
The fractured porcelain shards, with edges as sharp as knives.
One of the largest pieces pierced directly through the back of Zhao Shui's left hand, embedding itself deep into the wood.
"Ah—"
With his left hand impaled on the desk by the teacup shard, Zhao Shui's agonizing screams were more horrific than any pig being slaughtered.
Those who had followed Zhao Shui in were stunned into silence.
No one had expected Li Qianfan, with his youthful appearance, to be so ferocious.
Everyone was terrified.
Ignoring Zhao Shui's bleeding left hand, Li Qianfan slowly turned and looked at them. "All of you remember this. This is what happens to anyone who dares to insult my mother again."
The crowd shivered in unison.
They finally understood why Li Qianfan had treated Zhao Shui so brutally.
It was simply because Zhao Shui had casually cursed him with "You fucking..." when he lunged at him.
"What's going on?"
Zhao Lianjin, the mastermind behind this farce, finally made his grand entrance.
He put on an imposing demeanor—
But in the next second.
When he saw Wang Hong, her mouth full of blood and her eyes glazed over; and Zhao Shui, kneeling before a desk with his left hand nailed to it, writhing in agony, he was so startled that his eyeballs nearly popped out.
Li Qianfan cast a casual glance at him, then casually sat on the corner of the desk and took out a cigarette.
"You, Li Qianfan, how dare you assault someone in broad daylight?"
Zhao Lianjin regained his composure and questioned Li Qianfan with a trembling voice.
Li Qianfan's wild and brutal nature had been deeply understood by him that afternoon when Li Qianfan had dragged him out of the car window like a rag doll.
But Zhao Lianjin had never expected Li Qianfan to commit such brazen violence within the company.
Facing Zhao Lianjin's stern questioning, Li Qianfan completely ignored him.
He calmly lit his cigarette, waiting for Zhao Lianjin's next dramatic performance.
"Haha, haha, this isn't a great opportunity for me to kick you out of Paipai Fashion. To cut off Paipai's support, and even send you to jail?"
Zhao Lianjin suddenly thought of this and was secretly ecstatic.
Why had he arranged a honey trap?
It was precisely to drive Li Qianfan out of Paipai Fashion.
From that afternoon, Zhao Lianjin had been very wary of Li Qianfan.
He clearly realized that to gain both money and woman, he had to get rid of Li Qianfan first.
Now, the opportunity had arrived.
"Zhao Tong, call the police immediately. Say that someone has committed assault in our company."
Zhao Lianjin turned and instructed his niece, Zhao Tong, then ordered, "Quick, get someone from the infirmary over here."
As he spoke, he took out his phone and began to photograph the scene.
Li Qianfan continued to ignore him, sitting on the corner of the desk, swinging one leg.
"Wang Hong, what exactly happened?"
Looking at Wang Hong, whose face was covered in blood, Zhao Lianjin raised his phone again and turned on the recording.
Evidence!
Wang Hong came to her senses.
With her right hand, she pulled her clothes to cover her shamelessness, and with her left hand, she clutched her rapidly swelling left cheek, wailing, "Vice President Zhao, you must seek justice for me!"
Wang Hong, tears streaming down her face, recounted how she had invited Li Qianfan to help move tables and chairs, but Li Qianfan had taken the opportunity to lust after her, ripped her clothes, and attempted to assault her. In her desperate struggle, Li Qianfan, enraged, had injured her. She told the entire story to the camera.
At this moment.
The corridor outside was already crowded.
Even Old Su couldn't squeeze in and had to ask others what had happened.
While chaos reigned here—
At a certain street police station, Deputy Director Ning Xiaolan was discussing a missing women case with her colleagues.
Suddenly.
Xiao Wang from the station pushed open the door and entered, "Director Ning, there has been a rather serious assault case at the Paipai Fashion factory in my jurisdiction."
Paipai Fashion?
Ning Xiaolan, who had just picked up her teacup, paused, "Isn't that where Old Su works?"
Xiao Wang nodded, "Yes, that's the place."
"What's the situation?"
Ning Xiaolan said as she stood up, grabbed her hat, and put it on.
Since it concerned Old Su's workplace, she decided to lead the team there herself.
Xiao Wang reported truthfully, "The caller said that it was Li Qianfan, the general manager's secretary, who crippled someone's hand with a teacup."
"Who!?"
Ning Xiaolan, who had reached the conference room door, trembled violently and turned around to demand fiercely.
Xiao Wang, startled by her, retreated a few steps.
Despite Ning Xiaolan being nearly fifty years old, her hot temper and propensity for physical action were no different from when she was young.
Everyone dreaded the days when the station held its Sanda training sessions.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have been respectfully referred to as "Mother Tyrannosaurus."
After retreating, Xiao Wang quickly replied, "It's Li Qianfan, the secretary of Paipai Fashion's general manager."
Li Qianfan.
Ning Xiaolan was sure she hadn't misheard the name.
There were certainly many men named "Li Qianfan" across the country.
But Ning Xiaolan dared to swear.
The Li Qianfan from Paipai Fashion was undoubtedly her son-in-law.
"My son-in-law is so innocent and reserved, how could he possibly hit someone! The person who reported it must be blind."
Ning Xiaolan's anger surged.
She didn't even have time to think about how her son-in-law, who was supposed to be a salesman at Paipai Fashion, had become the general manager's secretary.
She was simply furious that some people were so blind.
The phone rang.
It was Old Su calling—
Wrooooom!
After the special service vehicle sped out of the compound, Old Su, who had just understood what was happening, had also finished reporting to Ning Xiaolan.
"What nonsense are they talking!"
"How could my son-in-law possibly assault some dirty woman?"
"Su Laiyun, you protect Qianfan for me. If he even loses a single hair, you might as well stop living."
After angrily ending the call, Ning Xiaolan began calling Su Ziyu.
Su Ziyu was in a meeting—
"What kind of a meeting is this!"
"Get over to Paipai Fashion immediately."
"Remember, make yourself look beautiful for me!"
"I want to show that woman who dared to falsely accuse Qianfan and claim he assaulted her, how much more beautiful my daughter-in-law is."
Ning Xiaolan finished speaking and, without waiting for Su Ziyu's response, ended the call.
Su院长 from Guangming Hospital—
He stood there dumbfounded, holding the phone for a full 15 seconds before coming to his senses.
"How could my husband possibly assault another woman?"
"It's a frame-up, it must be a frame-up!"
"Damn it, to dare accuse my Su Ziyu's husband of being lecherous is simply absurd."
Su Ziyu cursed inwardly, then sprang up, "Vice President Huang, please continue presiding over the meeting."
With that, Su Ziyu hurriedly left the conference room.
He went to his office door, kicked it open, and rushed into the lounge.
He sat in front of the vanity mirror, applying makeup.
Just five minutes later—
Wearing a black off-the-shoulder slip dress, a knitted hollow vest, bare white legs without stockings, and black stiletto sandals, with peach-colored polish on all ten toenails, Dean Su, wearing large sunglasses, twisted her hips rapidly and hurried downstairs amidst the gazes of Zeng Ting and others, making clacking sounds.
"The Dean is dressed so beautifully and sexily, where is she going?"
Zeng Ting muttered in confusion as a red Mini Cooper roared to life and sped out of the parking space.