Chapter 106: Anger

The arrival of Sister Yu and her companions left everyone present in a state of pure awe and astonishment.

The women were consumed by jealousy over how gorgeous and alluring they looked, while the men collectively swallowed hard, completely stunned by the breathtaking beauty of Sister Yu and the other two.

The lead security guard looked at Sister Yu with utter terror, hurriedly releasing Brother Wang, and said with ingratiating submissiveness, "Sister... Sister Yu, I... I... I..."

All of his usual shrewdness completely failed him at that moment, purely out of sheer fright. Sister Yu was someone even their boss had to treat with the utmost hospitality and could not afford to offend.

He had no idea what kind of background the kid who had just beaten up Brother Wang possessed, but Sister Yu’s tone was unmistakably interrogative, and it certainly wasn't aimed at Brother Wang. He knew instantly that things had gone terribly wrong. Could a piece of trash like Brother Qi ever compare to a figure like Sister Yu, whom even the boss had to suck up to?

Meanwhile, Brother Wang, who had collapsed onto the floor once more, could no longer worry about the pain in his body. Instead, he realized things had taken a catastrophic turn and was gripped by intense terror.

"This woman is truly untouchable. My caution this morning was entirely correct. My only mistake was having such terrible luck—coming to a bar for a drink and actually running into that kid from this morning. I went looking for trouble with him and ended up getting beaten instead. Not only is there nowhere to seek justice, but I've now been seen by this woman. At this rate, even Brother Qi probably won't be able to protect me."

At this thought, Brother Wang suddenly surged with infinite strength. In two or three strides, he scrambled to his knees before Sister Yu, kowtowing and begging for mercy: "I was wrong! I was wrong! I beg you, please spare me!"

Looking at Brother Wang before her—the very same guy who had tried to sit next to her on the airplane—Sister Yu could only sneer coldly in her heart.

Earlier that day, because of her focus on Zhou Xuan, she hadn't had the time to deal with this fellow. Yet tonight, he actually dared to try and cause trouble for Zhou Xuan; he must have grown tired of living.

Zhou Xuan was the prey she had set her sights on. She hadn't figured out Zhou Xuan's secrets yet, so how could she allow this piece of trash to beat him up?

However, this fellow was of some use after all, at least in giving Sister Yu a glimpse of Zhou Xuan's martial prowess. She had originally thought Zhou Xuan was merely a little bit skilled, but now it seemed this younger brother of hers truly had hidden depths.

Sister Yu's curiosity about Zhou Xuan was growing stronger by the day: superb combat skills, articulate speech, and as cunning as a fox. Furthermore, he was acquainted with elite aristocratic descendants like Mai Zhuo, making him utterly inscrutable and of completely unknown origins.

Right now, Sister Yu only wanted to cozy up to Zhou Xuan properly, so she impatiently waved a hand and said, "Get lost. I'll settle accounts with you after this."

Upon hearing Sister Yu's words, the security guard felt a heavy burden lift from his heart. He immediately ordered his subordinates to drag Brother Wang and the others out, casting a deep, lingering glance at Zhou Xuan before he left.

Once the irrelevant people had departed, Sister Yu took a seat next to Zhou Xuan and smiled, "Little brother, how about we head upstairs and have a couple of drinks?"

Zhou Xuan looked up at his surroundings and smiled, "Alright, I'll go up for a little while!"

"Haha, let's go." With that, Sister Yu gently linked her arm through Zhou Xuan's, exchanged a glance with her two female companions, and walked toward the elevator.

Mai Zhuo had wanted to slip away, but catching Zhou Xuan's eye made him reconsider, and he decided to follow after all. He knew very well what that look from Zhou Xuan meant: "Ten billion—do you still want it or not?"

Arriving at a private room on the third floor, after everyone had seated themselves, Sister Yu introduced the company to Zhou Xuan: "Little brother, these are my good friends, Shangguan Zhi'er and Nie Qixue. You can call them Sister Shangguan and Sister Nie."

Shangguan Zhi'er was the youthful, vibrant beauty in the ultra-short skirt—lively, adorable, and the absolute embodiment of a wealthy, pampered young lady. Nie Qixue, on the other hand, was the poised beauty in the long dress, exuding the classic air of a cultured lady from a prestigious family.

Zhou Xuan looked at the two beauties and said politely, "Hello, Sister Shangguan, Sister Nie! Let me reiterate once more: do not call me 'little brother.' You can call me President Zhou or simply use my name."

"Haha..." Shangguan Zhi'er laughed out loud. "Little brother, you're really interesting."

Compared to Shangguan Zhi'er's brainlessness, Nie Qixue smiled instead, "Alright, then Sister Nie will call you Zhou Xuan from now on."

"Good, agreed. We can have plenty of exchanges in the future, Sister Nie." With that, Zhou Xuan didn't even bother looking at Sister Yu and Shangguan Zhi'er; he simply leaned back against the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

"Hey!" Seeing Zhou Xuan ignoring her, Shangguan Zhi'er was about to shout in indignation, but Sister Yu beside her pulled her back, signaling her to remain calm. Sister Yu then smoothed things over: "Zhou Xuan just has this kind of temper; please don't take offense."

"Hmph, what's with the high and mighty attitude?" Shangguan Zhi'er sat down somewhat angrily, glaring at Zhou Xuan. Then her eyes darted around mischievously as she pondered some wicked scheme.

At that moment, Mai Zhuo chimed in from the side, "Zhou Xuan, look, it's getting late. We still need to head back and rest, and we have important business to discuss tomorrow. Should we head back first?"

Zhou Xuan was extremely satisfied with Mai Zhuo's quick-wittedness. If they were in the future, he definitely would have given him thirty-two thumbs up.

Turning to Sister Yu, Zhou Xuan said, "Oh, that's true. Sister Yu, Sister Nie, you see, I've got a lot of things to handle on my end tomorrow, so I think I'll take my leave first. We can chat another time."

"Hehe, Zhou Xuan, what's the rush? It's only ten o'clock; the nightlife has barely begun. Don't worry, whatever business you have tomorrow, I can have someone handle it for you. Surely you don't doubt your older sister's clout in the imperial capital, do you?" Sister Yu had only just managed to catch Zhou Xuan; she was not about to let him slip away so easily.

With that, Sister Yu glared at Mai Zhuo and continued, "I see Mai Zhuo got hurt just now, and there are doctors right here. Perhaps Mai Zhuo should go get a simple bandage applied. If it's not treated in time and leaves any lingering issues, that wouldn't be good."

Hearing Sister Yu's words and recalling the slap he had received, Mai Zhuo felt thoroughly wronged. One could say that slap was entirely due to him being implicated by Zhou Xuan, while Zhou Xuan, in turn, was implicated by Sister Yu.

Now, Zhou Xuan wanted nothing to do with Sister Yu, yet Sister Yu refused to let go of Zhou Xuan. Being caught in the middle made him feel genuinely trapped. On one side was the promise of ten billion and a rise in status; on the other was Sister Yu's subtle threat. Mai Zhuo was torn—which side should he stand on?

Hearing Sister Yu threaten Mai Zhuo yet again, Zhou Xuan felt a genuine sense of disappointment toward her. Originally, upon hearing Sister Yu's backstory, he had felt quite a bit of sympathy for her.

However, both he and Mai Zhuo had just been dragged into her mess, and although Sister Yu had come down to clear things up, not a single word of apology had crossed her lips upon arrival. Furthermore, when Mai Zhuo was slapped across the face, she had shown zero reaction. And now, she was trying to chase Mai Zhuo away simply because of him—this was completely intolerable.

In Zhou Xuan's mind, Sister Yu was simply too aloof and condescending. Following the previous events, had her psychology somehow become warped, making her take pleasure in toying with others?

Zhou Xuan was willing to bet that Sister Yu had definitely been in this private room the entire time. When those five muscular men came looking for trouble earlier, she and her friends must have been watching right from here.

Yet Sister Yu hadn't stepped in beforehand; she had simply watched until Zhou Xuan finished fighting before coming out to clean up the mess. Zhou Xuan detested that feeling—it felt as though he were a mere monkey being watched for amusement.

Even before this, Zhou Xuan had never held any fondness for these rich and powerful second-generation heirs. Seeing Sister Yu act this way only deepened his aversion.

He was only in the imperial capital for two days to take care of some business before returning; there was zero need to cultivate any friendship with this Sister Yu.

Therefore, Zhou Xuan said indifferently, "Sister Yu, I appreciate your good intentions. Actually, I am a person who despises trouble. The trouble you brought me on the airplane was quite enough already. When I heard your story earlier, I felt a shred of sympathy for you. But looking at it now, you really are a massive disappointment."

With those words, Zhou Xuan stood up, walked over to Mai Zhuo, and asked, "Mai Zhuo, I'm leaving. Are you coming with me, or staying here? Decide for yourself."

At that instant, the atmosphere in the private room froze to the absolute freezing point. No one had expected Zhou Xuan to utter such words. Even people like Sister Nie wouldn't dare bring up Sister Yu's past incidents right to her face.

Mai Zhuo looked at Sister Yu across the room, who still showed no outward sign of emotion. But the greater the calm, the more it portended the fury raging deep within. Not a single person had dared to speak to Sister Yu in such a confrontational manner for years. Mai Zhuo genuinely wondered what was going on in Zhou Xuan's head—had he lost his mind?

"Leave? Or stay?" A fierce battle raged inside Mai Zhuo's heart, but Zhou Xuan's footsteps were already approaching the door of the private room.