nucmednet Chapter 965 Lord Jing Visits the Club
Chapter 965 Lord Jing Visits the Club
Zhang Chenghe stood at the door, looking at Chang Miaomiao's discomfiture, a meaningful sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.
He had expected this to happen—Chang Miaomiao never tolerated anyone taking away even a fraction of her attention.
Especially regarding Qi Haoyu's homosexuality, her pride had long been riddled with holes.
Seeing Chang Miaomiao overturn the small round table, the leftovers of the candlelight dinner were scattered all over the floor.
Zhang Chenghe chuckled, his words laced with sarcasm: "That's all in the past."
Miss Chang has always been tolerant of all things; there's no need to argue with a dead person.
Chang Miaomiao was aloof and always received kind words from others; such teasing was only possible because Zhang Chenghe was being cheeky.
She whirled around and slapped him again. Caught off guard, Zhang Chenghe received another sharp slap.
Enraged, he grabbed her wrist and swiftly strangled her neck, his face contorted with rage as he coldly said:
"Chang Miaomiao, you've gotten addicted to hitting people, huh? Just now in front of your godfather..."
I'm giving you face by not arguing with you, but you really think I'm afraid of you? You're taking advantage of me, aren't you?
"If I hadn't saved Old Man Chang at the hospital back then, do you think anyone would still be backing you up now?"
He tightened his grip, leaving Chang Miaomiao with nowhere to retreat, and she suddenly fell onto the bed.
Zhang Chenghe leaned down and pressed her down. Her face turned purple and her eyes rolled back. Only then did he suddenly let go.
Chang Miaomiao coughed violently, greedily inhaling the air, the clear finger marks on her neck tinged with red.
Looking at the madness and repression surging in Zhang Chenghe's eyes, she couldn't help but tremble uncontrollably.
Chang Miaomiao lay on the soft bed, her throat burning with pain, each breath feeling like it was being torn apart.
She turned her head to look at Zhang Chenghe standing by the bed. The red mark on the man's face was still there from the slap she had just given him.
But the murderous intent surging in those eyes sent a chill down her spine.
"Are you crazy?" Her voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded, filled with disbelief and fear.
In her mind, Zhang Chenghe would always be the kind of character she could manipulate at will.
Four years ago, Chang Haihe suddenly fell ill and underwent surgery in the hospital, requiring a matching blood type.
Zhang Chenghe happened to encounter a troublesome person at the club. The man was ugly and, upon seeing the young and inexperienced Zhang Chenghe, insisted on forcing himself on him.
Zhang Chenghe was hot-blooded and refused to submit, but Boss Chai couldn't afford to offend him, so he ordered his men to restrain Zhang Chenghe.
Just as the man ripped open Zhang Chenghe's clothes, Zhang Chenghe smashed the man's nose with his head.
Mr. Chai was shocked and quickly took the person to the hospital. Zhang Chenghe waited angrily at the entrance of the emergency room.
At that moment, two medical staff came out of the operating room and explained to Chang Haihe's assistant that a matching blood type was needed.
Because Boss Chai told Zhang Chenghe that the man was demanding three million in compensation, which he could not afford.
While I was struggling with this decision, I heard the doctor say that someone in the operating room needed my blood type.
He volunteered and stepped forward, saying, "Doctor, I have the blood type you are looking for."
Since then, Chang Haihe's assistant has stepped in to resolve the man's demand for exorbitant compensation.
Zhang Chenghe considered himself a benefactor, which gave him a foothold in the Chang family, but he always showed a degree of restrained obedience in front of her.
When Chang Miaomiao was preparing a grand banquet at the villa to entertain Zhang Chenghe, she fell in love at first sight when she saw the young man standing dumbfounded in the living room.
It's important to know that Chang Miaomiao was several years older than Zhang Chenghe at that time. Upon seeing the handsome and well-proportioned Zhang Chenghe...
She still considers herself her benefactor, how could she not be grateful and have her heart flutter?
Thinking back to Zhang Chenghe at that time, she never imagined that this man would have such an out-of-control side.
Zhang Chenghe bent down, grabbed her hair, and forced her to tilt her head back.
His fingertips were icy cold, yet his grip was so strong it felt like he was going to tear her scalp off: "Crazy? You're the one who drove me crazy!"
His voice was low and filled with gritted teeth and hatred, "Do you think I want to put up with your attitude?"
Do you think I've forgotten what you did back at the Liujin Club, trying to curry favor with the customs officials?
When they were approving a batch of special materials, how did they manage to push me to the customs bureau like a piece of cargo?
"If it weren't for Old Man Chang's later help, and if it weren't for waiting for a chance to turn things around, do you think I would have endured this long?"
Chang Miaomiao's scalp tingled from the pulling, and tears welled up uncontrollably, a mixture of humiliation and fear.
"Zhang Chenghe, let me go! Don't forget, our godfather is still waiting for news from us!"
"News?" Zhang Chenghe scoffed, releasing his grip and standing up to look down at her.
"Qi Haoyu is dead, Liu Lu has escaped, what can we find? Do you think someone as cunning as Qi Haoyu is?"
Would they hide something so deadly in a place where it could be easily found by anyone?
He glanced around the room, which had been smashed to pieces by Chang Miaomiao, and said, "Every single thing here..."
Everything's telling you he's never had you in his heart. No matter how much you struggle, you're just fighting with yourself. Haha…
These words were like a dagger chilled to the bone, precisely piercing Chang Miaomiao's sore spot.
She jumped out of bed, grabbed the bedside lamp, and threw it at Zhang Chenghe: "What do you know!"
The desk lamp grazed Zhang Chenghe's shoulder and crashed into the wall with a loud bang, shattering the glass cover on the floor.
Zhang Chenghe didn't dodge, but just stared at her coldly, his eyes practically overflowing with mockery:
"I don't understand your pathetic possessiveness. You scheme and try to use every opportunity..."
You manage to arrange a chance encounter with Teng Zijing, but the stern and unsmiling "King of Hell" instills fear in you.
Then they thought of swallowing up other companies and acquiring other companies, thinking that they could use the strength of CY Rongchuang to compete with Fengteng and get into Teng Zijing's bed.
Coincidentally, the bidding project that everyone was looking forward to was won by Jiang Chengyu, a mere young man, without breaking a sweat!
Their dream was shattered when Fengteng, CY Rongchuang, and Antai Technology, along with Zidong International, were dissatisfied with their victory.
They secretly plotted in a private room at Xingteng Restaurant to implement a technically investigated plan at Jiang Chengyu's construction site.
It was only through chance that you, Chang Miaomiao, met Qi Haoyu, An Jinsong's capable assistant, that you came up with the plan to instigate Qi Haoyu to drain Antai dry.
But you miscalculated the most crucial step—Qi Haoyu has only ever used you, never shown you a shred of genuine affection.
"Shut up!" Chang Miaomiao screamed hysterically, grabbing a shard of broken porcelain from the ground and lunging at him.
Zhang Chenghe dodged to the side, grabbed her wrist with his other hand, and pressed her firmly against the wall.
A shard of porcelain cut her palm, and blood seeped through her fingers, dripping onto the carpet and leaving a small, dark stain.
"I advise you to calm down," his voice was close to her ear, carrying an icy chill.
"Now is not the time for you to act recklessly. Boss Chai said Deng Zhouyi is in charge of this street."
While we can't completely trust what that old fox says, we both know Deng Zhouyi's methods well—
Last year, regarding that piece of land in the west of the city, in order to force the original owner to leave, he insisted that the other company...
A broken funding chain leads to a tragic end, like someone jumping off a building. Do you want to repeat that mistake?
When the name "Deng Zhouyi" was mentioned, Chang Miaomiao's struggle visibly paused.
That man was like an emotionless machine, ruthless and unpredictable.
Known in the business world as the "cold-faced Zhuge Liang," his greatest skill is to silently drive his opponents into a corner.
Although she was used to acting arrogantly because of Changhaihe's name, she also knew that if she really ran into Deng Zhouyi, she might not get the better of him.
"Then what do you want?" she asked breathlessly, her arrogance diminished considerably, leaving only a stubborn resentment.
Zhang Chenghe released her hand, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and then quickly bandaged her wound.
"Take care of your hands first. Then, think carefully about Qi Haoyu's habits—"
He always liked to hide things in places that seemed conspicuous but were easily overlooked.
He walked to the wall, his gaze sweeping over the photos of Liu Lu and Qi Haoyu together.
"For example, are you sure these photos are just ordinary commemorative photos?"
He then turned and walked closer to the wine cabinet, gently brushing past each row, and randomly pulled out a bottle.
Looking at the date and purity: "Good wine, but I wonder if there's any chance of winning a prize?"
Just as Zhang Chenghe and Chang Miaomiao were rummaging through Liu Lu's guest room, they heard the soft sound of an engine turning off coming from downstairs.
A sleek Maserati came to a smooth stop in front of the steps. The door opened, and Teng Zijing stepped out first.
The sleeves of his dark shirt were casually rolled up to his forearms, revealing a low-key yet valuable watch on his wrist.
Deng Zhouyi followed closely behind, dressed in a sharp dark gray suit, and closed the car door with a crisp and clean motion.
The two exchanged a glance and walked straight toward the glass doors of the clubhouse.
The waiter standing at the door, with sharp eyes, immediately bowed and greeted them with a fawning smile.
"Master Jing, Assistant Deng, please come in." He emphasized the words "Master Jing" with extra clarity, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible reverence.
At this moment, Boss Chai at the front desk was extremely uneasy. Ever since he handed Liu Lu's room key to Zhang Chenghe,
He felt like he had a rabbit in his heart, always feeling that something bad was about to happen.
He stared at the direction of the revolving door, his eyelids twitching violently—just as he feared, his worst fears came true.
Through the glass, he recognized Deng Zhouyi at a glance, and what sent chills down his spine was...
Walking ahead of Deng Zhouyi was none other than Teng Zijing, known for his ruthless methods and privately referred to as the "Living Yama" by people in the industry.
A cold sweat instantly broke out on Boss Chai's back. He took advantage of the fact that the two weren't paying attention to the receptionist...
I practically crouched down and slipped into the back, more secluded office. My fingers were trembling as I closed the door behind me.
He grabbed the phone on his desk, his hands trembling as he dialed Liu Lu's room number, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
Inside the guest room, Zhang Chenghe was holding up a framed photo of Liu Lu and Qi Haoyu, examining it closely in the light.
The carvings along the edges of the picture frame were exquisite. He scratched at the seam with his fingernail and asked a question:
"Do you think this thing might have something hidden inside? Like a hidden compartment or something?"
Chang Miaomiao frowned slightly, about to reply, when the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.
The sharp ringing of the bell rang out in the quiet room, startling both of them.
Zhang Chenghe's hand trembled, and the photo frame almost fell to the ground. He steadied himself and grabbed the receiver: "Hello..."
Only one urgent but clear sentence came from the other end of the phone: "Master Jing is personally visiting the club." As soon as the words were spoken, only a busy tone remained on the receiver.