Half an hour prior, at a high-end club.
"Mr. Su, why did you arrange to meet here?"
Lou Yuming's brow furrowed, his expression displeased as he looked at the opulent surroundings.
"The price I offered is the most reasonable. I hope you will consider it carefully," he said, his voice cool and his demeanor distant.
"Mr. Lou!"
Seeing him about to leave, the other party stopped him in time. "Since we're to cooperate, let's sit down and talk. Mr. Lou has always been steady; why are you so impatient this time?"
Lou Yuming used to frequent such places without any qualms, but things were different now.
Mr. Su said, "A true man is not bound by trivialities. If Mr. Lou is so hesitant, then in the future—"
Before he could finish, Lou Yuming directly pushed open the door and walked in.
Behind him, Mr. Su's lips curved into a triumphant smile.
Mr. Su was an old hand in the business, not someone to be easily offended. Lou Yuming complied and drank a few glasses.
He hadn't expected that the other party would serve high-proof whiskey, seemingly with ulterior motives. After a few drinks, Lou Yuming felt noticeably tipsy.
Fortunately, the other party kept his word and agreed to sign the contract the next day.
Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a group of alluring women swarmed in.
Mr. Su quickly gestured for the women to approach, but in the next second, everyone froze as if petrified.
Lou Yuming's face turned a dark and terrifying shade. His aura, tinged with alcohol, was both menacing and dangerous.
Mr. Su was unperturbed and egged them on, "What are you all standing around for? Mr. Lou is so drunk, why aren't you taking good care of him!"
As soon as he spoke, they all descended like female demons from the Spider Demon's Lair, surrounding Lou Yuming.
Mr. Su squinted and smiled, "Mr. Lou, these are all my goddaughters. Tell me if you fancy any of them!"
Lou Yuming's face was icy. Though drunk, his reason was still intact.
"...No need!"
His thin lips were pressed together, and a chilling mist emanated from his deep black eyes, sending shivers down one's spine.
Mr. Su glanced at the time, as if waiting for someone.
"Mr. Lou, we're all men, don't be shy!"
The women were soft and boneless, and the cheap perfume made Lou Yuming nauseous. The veins in his temples throbbed. The moment a woman placed her hand on his chest, he could no longer restrain himself, gripping her slender wrist.
With a "crack," the woman let out a piercing scream. Her wrist seemed to be broken.
Mr. Su was greatly shocked, likely not expecting him to be so violent and cruel!
His action made the women nearby dare not approach further, their beautiful faces etched with fear.
Lou Yuming abruptly stood up, his eyes slightly red, exuding an oppressive aura like a raging storm.
"Mr. Su, please excuse me!"
The alcohol was astonishingly potent, imported at a high price from abroad. Even the most seasoned drinker would surrender, let alone Lou Yuming.
Mr. Su watched his increasingly pale face and then glanced at the time. It was about time. He smiled slightly, "Safe travels, Mr. Lou. Get some rest. The signing can be postponed to the day after tomorrow; no rush."
His words were filled with hidden meaning.
A sliver of cold dread flickered in Lou Yuming's eyes. The moment he left the private room, he immediately called Yao Yifan, just in case. However, his hand slipped, and his brow furrowed upon hearing a woman's voice on the other end.
Lou Yuming's head was swimming, and he felt a burning sensation in his chest.
He thought he was hallucinating and forced himself to walk forward, coldly saying, "Shi...mao Hotel, come over!"
Song Xi: "?"
Song Xi was a bit bewildered. Did he even know who he was calling!
Lu Chenyu asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Song Xi walked to the side, whispered "Hello," but only heard rapid gasps from the other end, which sounded a bit off.
Song Xi returned to Lu Chenyu. "Sorry, I have an urgent matter and need to rush to the airport immediately."
Lu Chenyu masked the fleeting disappointment in his eyes. "It's fine, I'll drive you."
After all, he had already stood her up. It wouldn't be good to refuse now. So, Song Xi picked up his clothes, put on a mask, and said, "Okay, thank you."