Wu Meng was in a very good mood today.
Since returning to the country, she had not managed to befriend any business big shots, which had caused her overseas trade business to progress very slowly, and even led to deliberate sabotage not long ago.
However, to her surprise, what she sought far and wide had come to her effortlessly.
Her old classmate, Chen Jun, had actually become the president of a commercial bank in the city.
This was simply a stroke of luck. As long as she clung to this powerful connection, her future business would become smoother.
With this thought in mind, whenever Chen Jun urged her to drink at the dinner table, she readily accepted. Fortunately, her alcohol tolerance had always been good, and she remained clear-headed even after a few drinks.
"Wu Meng, we're classmates. Actually, there's something I've always wanted to tell you."
After a few drinks, Chen Jun seemed to be slightly tipsy.
"Oh? President Chen, you still remember little me?"
Wu Meng chuckled softly and subtly refilled Chen Jun's glass. For some reason, she felt the private room getting hotter, and a burning sensation would occasionally spread through her body. She felt increasingly restless.
"Actually, I've always had a crush on you and have always wanted you to be my wife."
After downing his drink, Chen Jun's voice involuntarily rose a few decibels. As he spoke, he reached out to grab Wu Meng's wrist.
Wu Meng's heart leaped, and she instinctively pulled her wrist back.
"Chen Jun, you've had too much to drink."
She reminded him calmly, hoping to end the topic. However, the smile on Chen Jun's face vanished instantly.
"Bitch, I gave you a chance and you don't want it. It's your honor that I fancy you, and you dare to refuse."
Saying that, he tried to grab Wu Meng again. Wu Meng's face changed drastically, and she quickly stood up, trying to dodge. But her body felt weak and listless.
Frightened, a cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
It was completely over. Chen Jun, that scoundrel, had drugged her drink.
"Wu Meng, I've gone to great lengths to get you. Today, you'll obediently give yourself to me."
Wu Meng admitted that at this moment, she truly regretted it. She regretted not listening to Song Qiao's advice and had now become a lamb to the slaughter. This hypocritical Chen Jun was indeed a scoundrel, just as Song Qiao had said.
Now, her purity was about to be utterly ruined by this bastard.
"Speaking of which, you can't entirely blame me. Your cousin played a significant role in this. Without her, I wouldn't have succeeded so smoothly."
Chen Jun smirked and continued shamelessly. As he spoke, he picked up a camera from the side, preparing to record. This was the condition he had just agreed to with Wu Run!
Seeing the camera, Wu Meng wished she could end her life on the spot. However, at this crucial moment, her body had lost all strength. After struggling for a while, only a few tears trickled down her cheeks.
"Bang!"
At this critical juncture, Song Qiao kicked open the private room door.
"Scoundrel, get out..."
As Chen Jun started to shout, Song Qiao slapped him across the face. Caught off guard, he flew backward and crashed to the ground!
"Song Qiao!"
In Wu Meng's eyes, which had been filled with despair, hope was rekindled. She managed to utter this last cry with all her remaining strength.
"Hmph, little girl, now you know regret. The consequences today are all your own doing."
Song Qiao snorted, unable to restrain his retort. He was still a bit upset with Wu Meng. After this remark, he turned his attention back to Chen Jun.
"President Chen, I really don't know how you helped this foolish woman Wu Meng with her trade issues? Can you explain it to me?"
As Song Qiao spoke, he casually grabbed a wine bottle from the side and smashed it hard on Chen Jun's head.
Instantly, the private room was filled with Chen Jun's pig-like screams. Song Qiao, still not satisfied, landed two more blows, knocking him unconscious.
At this point, Wu Meng was sitting on the chair, her body weak. The effects of the drug, coupled with the alcohol, had fully taken hold. Her consciousness was beginning to blur.
"Foolish woman."
Song Qiao cursed helplessly and picked her up, carrying her out of the private room. He found a nearby hotel and laid her down. However, Wu Meng clung to Song Qiao like an octopus, refusing to let go. Her hands were tearing at her clothes. Soon, she was almost naked, clinging to Song Qiao.
No matter how restrained he was, Song Qiao was still a twenty-something vigorous man. How could he withstand such provocation? For a moment, he couldn't help but experience a physical reaction.
"Song Qiao, don't go, don't go."
Wu Meng's voice became increasingly seductive, making Song Qiao's heart burn with desire. He couldn't help but curse inwardly:
"This enchantress, she's really testing my willpower."
In his panic, he glanced at the bathroom and finally thought of a solution. He picked up Wu Meng and plunged her entire body into the bathtub filled with cold water. Only then did she finally calm down.
It took a full fifteen minutes before Wu Meng's consciousness finally cleared. As she looked at herself, naked, soaking in the bathtub, and recalled her actions before she fainted, her face instantly turned crimson with shame, wishing she could drown herself in the bathtub.
"Well, you're finally awake. I suppose you won't blame me for meddling now, will you?"
Seeing her like this, Song Qiao, though his anger had subsided, couldn't resist teasing her.
"Ah, you're so annoying."
Wu Meng's face turned as red as her ears at his words, filled with shyness.
"Who told you to lie to me, saying you were the big shot who would solve my trade dispute. Who would believe such a thing?"
Wu Meng felt a pang of guilt but still stubbornly argued with Song Qiao.
"I say, Miss Wu, when did I ever..."
Just as Song Qiao was about to explain, his phone rang at an inopportune moment. He looked at it and saw that it was Ye Zhiwei calling...