Murong Mingyuan?
Upon hearing Xiao Lu utter the name, Chu Yazhi's eyes widened in surprise, and then a deep hatred flashed in them.
If it weren't for Murong Mingyuan, how could Chu Yazhi have ended up in such a state trying to "help" Lan Yunhai!
Her hatred for Murong Mingyuan did not conflict in any way with her devotion to Li Qianfan as his "Zhizhi dog."
She got up and walked out of the lounge, forgetting to even put on her shoes.
At the office door, Murong Mingyuan was shoving Xiao Lu aside.
Besides her, there were four other people.
Three men and a middle-aged woman, radiating vibrancy.
Two of them, wearing black shirts, were Murong Mingyuan's escorts.
The middle-aged woman also had a high nose and deep-set eyes, appearing to be of the same lineage as Murong Mingyuan.
The man behind her was lean with a sharp, knife-like face. His gaze towards Chu Yazhi was as sinister as a hawk's.
The middle-aged woman was also staring at Chu Yazhi.
Her eyes scanned Chu Yazhi like an old farmer at a livestock market, first her legs, then her chest, then her face, and finally her waist. She nodded with a smile.
"President Chu, I couldn't stop them."
Xiao Lu, unfamiliar with Murong Mingyuan and her companions, quickly bowed and reported to Chu Yazhi.
"It's alright, you can go. Guard the stairwell and don't let anyone near the office without my permission."
Chu Yazhi's gaze swept over Murong Mingyuan's face before she calmly instructed Xiao Lu.
Xiao Lu agreed and quickly retreated.
Chu Yazhi, who had closed the door behind her after leaving the lounge, looked at Murong Mingyuan and asked, "You're looking for me, what do you want?"
"Bitch."
Murong Mingyuan stated directly, "I've come to take this club from you as compensation for the mess your stupid son caused me."
The wild and resolute Murong family members were never ones to suffer losses.
Of course, when encountering someone they couldn't afford to offend, they were terrified and extremely obedient.
However, Chu Yazhi was not among those the Murong family feared.
After Murong Mingyuan personally strangled Lan Yunhai that day, the Murong family quickly reached several conclusions upon returning to Siji.
One.
Lan Yunhai had brought immense shame and disaster upon the Murong family.
Two.
Since the great young master of Longxu, Li Qianfan, ignored a vibrant young girl like Murong Mingyuan, how could he possibly pay attention to a faded beauty like Chu Yazhi?
Three.
The Murong family absolutely could not let this matter slide. They couldn't afford to offend Li Qianfan, but they could certainly offend Chu Yazhi.
Taking back the club was a grudging way to vent their anger!
And so.
Murong Mingyuan arrived today.
"You want to take my club?"
Chu Yazhi's expression changed.
"Bitch, I'm not just taking your club."
Murong Mingyuan said leisurely, "Today, I'm also selling you to the border regions to work in a nightclub! Of course, you can resist. But I advise you to be sensible, or I'll break your legs first and then drag you to the establishments in Siji. You'll be the cheapest whore. After all, the men on the border don't understand gentleness."
Chu Yazhi's face turned ashen.
She finally understood that the middle-aged woman and the knife-faced man were both from the border regions, "madams" from a certain establishment.
The fact that Murong Mingyuan had brought along a nightclub madam to Tiandong was enough to prove that the Murong family was determined to take the club and send her to work in a nightclub.
As expected.
Murong Mingyuan looked at the middle-aged woman, "Sister Hua, how much is this bitch worth in your establishment?"
Sister Hua didn't answer.
Instead, she turned and asked the man behind her, "Little Jackal, give Miss Murong a reasonable price."
Little Jackal, who had been staring intently at Chu Yazhi, immediately replied, "Her face, skin, waist, and buttocks, especially her legs – these five aspects all score 90 points. A high score of 450 points is enough to compensate for her age. I'm confident that within a month, I can train her to be one of the main attractions at our establishment, catering exclusively to young lads under 22. One point two million, that's a fair price."
"Little Jackal, you truly live up to your name."
Sister Hua chuckled, "However, you've underestimated her by ninety points."
Little Jackal immediately lowered his head, "Please enlighten me, Sister Hua."
"Her temperament."
Sister Hua observed Chu Yazhi. "You've overlooked this woman's inherent noblewoman's aura. This kind of aura is far beyond what Sister Hu (who also caters to young lads) and the others possess."
Little Jackal suddenly understood!
He quickly said, "Thank you for your guidance, Sister Hua. In fact, I felt earlier that my assessment was far from what I was seeing. But I just couldn't figure out what other advantages she possessed that I missed."
"Heh, honestly, in all my years in this profession, this is the first time I've seen such a gem."
Sister Hua, who loved to laugh, said to Murong Mingyuan, "A total score of 600 points. According to our establishment's rule of dividing by four, she's worth 1.5 million. But considering the rarity of the product, we can offer 1.6 million."
"Deal."
Murong Mingyuan nodded. "I'll be responsible for delivering this bitch to your establishment. As for how you train her, that's up to your methods."
Sister Hua also nodded. "Payment upon delivery."
The group completely ignored Chu Yazhi, treating her as mere merchandise, pricing her on the spot, and finalizing the transaction.
After settling the price with Sister Hua, Murong Mingyuan finally turned to Chu Yazhi.
"Murong Mingyuan!"
Chu Yazhi's voice was hoarse. "It was you who incited my son, bringing death upon our family. And you personally strangled my son! Why won't you let me go?"
Murong Mingyuan's reply was concise: "Only then will I feel a bit better."
Chu Yazhi stared at her intently and said, "Murong Mingyuan, don't forget that his name is tattooed on me! If you dare to sell me off to be played with by other men, it would be the greatest insult to him!"
"So what?"
Murong Mingyuan said lightly, "Would he care about the fate of a bitch like you? Even if he did! Would he make a move against our Murong family for a plaything?"
"Wait a moment."
Sister Hua suddenly interjected, "Miss Murong, what does it mean that she has a tattoo on her?"
"On the back of this bitch's neck and her buttocks, special dyes have been used to tattoo words that say 'Exclusively for So-and-so.' Even skinning her won't remove them; she'll carry them for life."
Murong Mingyuan, who also had a tattoo on her body, gritted her teeth and continued, "Moreover, those words can emit a green light, like ghost fire, in the dark."
"Is that so?"
Sister Hua's eyes lit up. "This is another bonus point! It's even more valuable than her innate noblewoman's temperament. Guests at the establishment love to have affairs with women who are already taken. Miss Murong, no doubt! If what you say is true, I'll pay 2 million!"
The fact that Sister Hua, an experienced professional, was willing to increase the price so significantly was enough to prove that Chu Yazhi was an extremely rare find.
Once she encountered such a commodity, Sister Hua would do whatever it took to acquire her!
"That would be wonderful."
Murong Mingyuan, who didn't really care about the amount of money, clapped her hands in approval.
She then instructed her two subordinates, "Have this bitch get the club's contract. We need to finalize this before dark and transport her out of Tiandong."
"Yes!"
The two subordinates agreed and moved to pounce on Chu Yazhi.
But Chu Yazhi cried out, "Hold on."
Murong Mingyuan instinctively raised her hand, signaling her subordinates to stop.
"You want my club, and you want me? Heh heh."
Chu Yazhi raised her hand, touched the door of the lounge, and sneered, "Fine, the contract is inside. I'll see if you, you little slut, dare to take it."
Without waiting for Murong Mingyuan to say anything, Chu Yazhi opened the door and rushed into the lounge, forcefully slamming it shut.
"What do I dare not take? Where can you run?"
Murong Mingyuan casually drew a golden whip from her waist and, with a loud *duang*, kicked open the lounge door.
She lunged inside.
Her two subordinates, along with Sister Hua and Little Jackal, quickly followed.
And then—
The five of them saw a young man.
The young man was leaning against the bedside cabinet, holding a cigarette, lighting it.
Chu Yazhi, who had rushed in, was already kneeling beside him, her face full of solicitousness, gently massaging his leg with her fist.
No one had expected there to be someone in Chu Yazhi's lounge.
And it was a man!
"Who is he?"
Sister Hua was stunned and asked Murong Mingyuan.
Murong Mingyuan, who had rushed in with her whip raised high, now stood frozen like a statue.
But her eyes were active.
They were filled with a terror that stemmed from the very depths of her soul!
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