The one who arrived was none other than Deng Yihan.
She strode forward with her long legs, exuding confidence and a decisive demeanor. The security guards and other staff were left trailing behind her, having to run just to keep up.
She had been entertaining important business clients when she suddenly received a call from security about a disturbance. She had to cut short her meeting to rush over. Large events like this were especially vulnerable to serious criminal incidents. De Lu, after all, was a globally influential conglomerate, and such an incident could severely damage its image.
At this moment, everyone at the scene noticed Deng Yihan. Judging by her attire and bearing, they recognized her as the one in charge. What surprised them was that this woman was actually a high-ranking executive of De Lu's exhibition.
Chu Rong had been desperately hoping for someone to rescue him. Now, his savior had arrived. He abruptly stood up and rushed forward. He had expected to be knocked down or pursued, but to his surprise, nothing happened.
"Great!" he exclaimed inwardly. "I'm out. I'm free!"
However, this was no time for celebration. He immediately ran to Deng Yihan's side and began to explain the situation.
"Ms. Deng, I'm so sorry! I messed things up!" he confessed, admitting his fault upfront. He knew that shirking responsibility was something Deng Yihan detested.
Deng Yihan listened to Chu Rong's report, or rather, his lament, while catching her breath.
"As soon as I heard the report from my subordinates, I rushed over. There were four troublemakers, all very strong. That man first beat up Vice President Han Qingchuan, and then snatched his car keys."
"I called over twenty security guards, but they were all taken down by the other side. They even held me and Vice President Han hostage just now, and beat me up. Their methods were brutal."
"They dared to cause trouble at the auto show, showing no respect for the Deng family. I..."
"Then how did you get to me?" Deng Yihan cut in shrewdly.
Chu Rong blinked, stunned. Indeed, why hadn't the other party stopped him from coming here?
"Uh, I'm not sure. Perhaps they saw you arrive and got scared. Yes, that must be it!" Chu Rong's face lit up with excitement.
Deng Yihan's expression turned helpless. Was her subordinate this idiotic? It seemed there was more to this incident than met the eye. Perhaps there was still a chance for a turnaround, which would be for the best. With this thought, she raised her delicate eyebrows and quickly walked towards the center of the commotion.
The onlookers and exhibition staff parted, creating a clear path for her. Then, she saw the people Chu Rong called troublemakers, standing there with a calm and composed demeanor.
Song Qiao.
Immediately, she shot him a look. The icy expression on her face melted.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice laced with both helplessness and a hint of anger.
"Heh, you should be asking yourself that. Why didn't you keep your word and wear what you promised last time?" Song Qiao dodged the question and instead asked something seemingly unrelated.
Deng Yihan pouted and looked at Song Qiao with an expression of playful annoyance. Then she said, "If I had worn it, wouldn't these car models have been out of a job?"
Their conversation at this moment shocked everyone. The new leader and this troublemaker seemed so familiar, and their relationship appeared to be quite good, even very good. Everyone was momentarily bewildered.
Of course, Gao Meng was not among them. Wei Feng and Chen Chen were truly surprised by what their boss had orchestrated. Especially Wei Feng, in his shock, he hadn't expected his boss to know such a beautiful woman. It was true, just as the woman herself had said, she easily outshone all the car models. Unconsciously, a trace of drool appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Chu Rong quickly snapped out of his daze. He realized he had to save himself. Otherwise, this incident would undoubtedly affect his future, and he might even be kicked out of De Lu. Even if this person and Miss Deng were on good terms, he had seriously disrupted De Lu's auto show. He believed Deng Yihan could discern which was more important: career or friendship.
"Even if..." he gritted his teeth and approached Deng Yihan, whispering, "Ms. Deng, the troublemaker, the person who caused trouble just now, is this man. Look at how he beat up Vice President Han. He even made Vice President Han kneel and apologize..."
"Shut up!" Deng Yihan suddenly turned, her face filled with disgust.
Chu Rong froze, unable to continue.
"There must be an inside story I don't know about this, right?" Deng Yihan turned back, her tone softening as she spoke to Song Qiao.
"Of course! I'm not an unreasonable person," Song Qiao replied calmly. "But right now, I'm very angry. I lent you the Martin for your own good. But what did you do? You gave the car keys to an irrelevant person, and such a piece of trash at that?"
As he spoke, he pointed a finger at Han Qingchuan, who was lying on the ground, beaten into a pulp.
"Ah, no, don't hit me! My father is the CEO of Contemporary Motors, and I am the vice president here. I am Korean. If you dare to lay a hand on me, it will inevitably lead to an international incident..." Han Qingchuan whimpered from the ground, speaking incoherently.
Deng Yihan looked down at Han Qingchuan with a somber expression. Those around her watched, speculating on her next move. It was highly probable that she would sever ties with Song Qiao. After all, De Lu was an international group, Korea was an important market, and Contemporary Motors was a significant partner. The choice seemed obvious.
Many, including Han Qingchuan and Chu Rong, looked at Deng Yihan with anticipation. They watched her take a deep breath, her chest rising higher, then falling slightly, repeating the action several times.
Then, they saw Deng Yihan's face contort with grief and profound guilt as she said to Song Qiao:
"I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry. I never imagined it would turn out like this. This Han Qingchuan pleaded with me relentlessly, even swearing that he wouldn't act recklessly..."
"Heh, but this guy not only used my car to show off, which displeased me greatly. He insulted me as a 'poor bastard' to my face and even tried to use this car to snatch my woman." As he spoke, he placed his hand on Gao Meng's shoulder.
Deng Yihan's expression turned cold, her gaze like a sword piercing the fallen Han Qingchuan. Feeling Deng Yihan's chilling stare, Han Qingchuan knew he was finished, completely finished.
From beside him, Deng Yihan's clear, cold voice echoed: "The person you provoked is the CEO of a large capital company. He is the one who helped the Ye family win the previous business war."
"He controls at least fifty billion US dollars. Heh, and you regarded such a person as a poor bastard?"
"Heh, your eyesight is truly remarkable!"
Deng Yihan's mocking tone left Han Qingchuan dumbfounded.