How could the club owner be so young?!
But seeing the assistant manager’s respectful demeanor towards the young man, she had no choice but to believe it! Seeing Lu Junze protecting Shen Qingqing, Shen Yaoyao suddenly had a bad premonition, but she still forced herself to say, "So what if he's the boss? Even the boss can't be unreasonable. She hit someone, you owe me an explanation."
"What explanation?" Lu Junze smirked, his smile malicious. "Here, I am the explanation."
Shen Yaoyao was speechless, her face pale.
Lu Junze had no patience for her nonsense. "If you don't want to be blacklisted by the club, shut your mouth and get out today."
Shen Yaoyao’s face turned green, then white. "Don't push it too far!"
"It seems you're refusing the toast only to be forced to drink the forfeit." Lu Junze glanced at the assistant manager and waved his hand lazily. "Go ahead, call the security guards and escort our Miss Shen out."
The assistant manager didn't say a word, turning and leaving.
Shen Yaoyao shrieked, "No need, I'll leave myself!" If she were actually thrown out, she would become the joke of the entire city tomorrow.
"You just wait!"
She glared fiercely at Shen Qingqing, spat out a threat, and turned to leave. But before she could take a step, Lu Junze's voice suddenly came from behind her, "Miss Shen, what I said just now was—scram." kuAiδugg
She spun around, looking at Lu Junze in disbelief. He was so handsome, his peach blossom eyes full of affection, yet he showed no pity for her fragility. The coldness and mockery in his eyes were clear. He was serious!
Shen Yaoyao bit her lip until it bled, took a deep breath, and slowly squatted down, hugging herself, truly "scrambling" out!
Lu Junze let out a snort and turned to Shen Qingqing. "How was that? Satisfied?"
Shen Qingqing glanced at him, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Not bad."
Knowing Shen Qingqing well, Lu Junze understood that this expression meant she was pleased. "The person you're looking for is in a private room on the second floor. I'll take you there."
"No need, you go do your work. I can go by myself." She knew Lu Junze had only recently returned and must be very busy.
Lu Junze was indeed busy, thinking it wouldn't be a big deal to see someone. He agreed, "Alright, then call me anytime if you need anything."
Shen Qingqing went to the second floor alone. As she reached the door of the private room, she took a deep breath before pushing it open. As the door swung open, deafening music poured out from the gap.
She paused for a moment, then pushed the door open forcefully. Inside, there was a huge U-shaped sofa with several men sitting on it. In the center of the room, a young girl stood, her appearance delicate, trembling as if terrified.
An old man with a receding hairline, a potbelly, and a face full of wrinkles leered. "Come on, dance a striptease to entertain us."
The girl trembled, her hands tightly clutching her clothes. The boss grew impatient. "You're here now, what are you playing innocent for? If you dare not dance, don't blame me for making things difficult for you!"
The girl still didn't move. Her gaze flickered towards the dimly lit corner, as if pleading. Shen Qingqing followed her gaze. It was dark there, and only a figure of a tall man could be seen sitting. The man remained indifferent.
The girl's eyes welled up with tears, and she slowly lowered her head, her hands trembling as she fumbled with her buttons. The boss, annoyed by her slow movements, reached out himself. With a rip, he tore open her clothes. The buttons flew to the floor. Seeing her smooth skin, his eyes lit up greedily.
His large, flabby hand reached out to touch her, but it was caught midway. It was a slender, long hand. Seemingly delicate, it possessed great strength. The boss tried to pull his hand back, but it was in vain. The grip on his hand grew tighter, causing him to grimace in pain, completely losing his composure.
"Bastard, who dares grab me!"
Shen Qingqing tightened her grip, her voice chilling. "You can still curse? It seems you don't want your hand anymore."
The boss finally saw the woman before him. Her eyes were bright and alluring, her beauty as radiant as the sun. She was breathtakingly beautiful. He was so stunned that he even ignored the pain in his wrist, his eyes glued to her face.
Shen Qingqing was disgusted by him. She narrowed her eyes and twisted her wrist. A crisp snap was heard! Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.
"Ah!"
The boss let out a scream and staggered back a few steps, falling onto the floor. His back hit the coffee table, sending bottles and cups crashing down. Everyone looked and saw his right arm hanging at an unnatural angle, seemingly dislocated.
The private room fell into a deathly silence.
"Tap, tap, tap."
Shen Qingqing, in her high heels, walked up to the boss and looked down at him. "Sir, at your age, you still lay hands on a young girl. Truly… shameless."
"You!" The boss was furious. "Who are you to dare act like this here?!"
"I am someone who is not afraid of you," Shen Qingqing's gaze fell on his left hand, as if contemplating whether to give this arm the same treatment. Her expression was serious and cold, making the boss feel as if his right hand hurt even more.
Isn't there anyone who can handle this woman? No, there is!
The boss subtly glanced towards the corner and yelled, "Insolent! Do you know who is sitting here today? Do you really think no one can deal with you?"
Shen Qingqing let out an enigmatic snort. The boss immediately turned back towards the corner and cried out, "Master Fu, this woman knows you're here and is still so rampant. She clearly doesn't respect you and is deliberately provoking you!"
From the dimly lit corner, a man slowly straightened up, his handsome, cold face gradually emerging from the shadows. It was Fu Jingshu.
Shen Qingqing raised an eyebrow slightly. So, the person the girl had been looking at was him. All the men present were rich and powerful, with women by their sides, yet he was alone. It was no wonder Zhang Xiaotao had wanted to ask him for help, likely thinking he was a good person. Unfortunately, this man had no heart.
Fu Jingshu gave the boss a cursory glance, then casually looked away, picking up a glass of wine from the table and gently swirling it. His indifferent attitude made his intention clear: he would not interfere in other people's business.
Boss Zhang's face contorted, and he pleaded, "Master Fu, you must uphold justice for me! This woman attacked someone as soon as she arrived. How can you tolerate such arrogance?"
This time, Fu Jingshu didn't even spare him a glance.
"Master Fu, Master Fu..." The boss, unwilling to give up, tried to instigate further, but Shen Qingqing grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up. The man weighed over 160 pounds, but in her hands, he seemed effortless.
Everyone watched in stunned silence. What kind of monstrous strength was this?
Shen Qingqing dragged him to the stage and threw him next to the pole. As she released him, she directly ripped open his clothes, then flicked her hand disdainfully. "Since you want to watch a dance, why don't you dance yourself? Consider it an apology to this young lady."