Chapter 32: You Useless Fool

Suddenly, Wang Zhisheng thought of that legendary drug—if he slipped it into Li Qingwan’s tea without her noticing, she would soon be under its spell. Then, he could book a room upstairs at the Star Hotel and have his way with her. As long as he took photos, even if Li Qingwan woke up, she wouldn’t dare do anything to him. After all, his family had plenty of money—couldn’t they smooth over any trouble?

Li Qingwan used to claim her family was wealthy, but he’d never seen any sign of it. She didn’t even have her own car to come to school—she had to hail a taxi. Most likely, her family just ran a small, inconspicuous business.

And as for that He Haoxuan, he was just another pauper. Wang Zhisheng had already asked someone to look into the owner of that BMW X5—apparently, it belonged to some company, not to an individual. Clearly, He Haoxuan had borrowed the BMW to show off. Soon, when Knife and his brothers arrived, he’d have them scratch the paint on He Haoxuan’s rented BMW. Let’s see how He Haoxuan cries then.

For an imported BMW, a new paint job would cost far more than a few thousand yuan, unlike domestic cars. Wang Zhisheng chuckled to himself, picturing He Haoxuan sitting on the ground, weeping.

Wang Zhisheng’s plans were already in place. Knife and his crew would eat in a nearby private room, pretend to be drunk, and then “accidentally” barge into Room 868, pick a fight with He Haoxuan, beat him up, and then grab Li Qingwan. She’d be so terrified that, in the chaos, Wang Zhisheng could play the hero, chase Knife and his men away, and then take the opportunity to embrace and fondle Li Qingwan as much as he pleased. He would not let a single chance slip by.

The more Wang Zhisheng thought about it, the more delighted he became—he couldn’t wait for Knife to arrive.

He called out loudly to Li Qingwan and the others, “Look at me, Wang Zhisheng! I’m amazing—just booked a room at this hotel, and the boss told us we don’t have to pay if we don’t want to! Now, tell me, who else is as awesome as me?”

“Free of charge?” He Haoxuan raised his brows and looked up at the manager standing nearby.

The manager, eager to please, nodded immediately. “Yes, if you’re happy, all charges are on the house.”

Minnie burst out laughing at the manager’s words. “Li Qingwan, see that? My boyfriend is so impressive! Can your boyfriend compare? The moment he walks in, the hotel gives us a free meal.”

“That’s right, I’m incredible,” Wang Zhisheng said, puffing out his chest, acting as if he were king of the world.

He Haoxuan guessed the manager was only currying favor because he recognized him. He beckoned the manager over and whispered, “He’s paying the bill. There’s no need for a freebie. Charge him whatever you can.”

The manager was stunned for a moment, realizing he’d been flattering the wrong person. So Wang Zhisheng and Mr. He were at odds—he understood what to do now.

Turning to Wang Zhisheng, the manager said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Wang, there was a mix-up just now. The complimentary offer was for another room, not yours.”

“What? Not our room?” Wang Zhisheng was dumbfounded. He had just ordered a mountain of the most expensive items, thinking he could use this opportunity to show off, and the bill would run up to twenty or thirty thousand yuan. Now what?

He Haoxuan deliberately mocked him, “Wang Zhisheng, if you can’t afford it, don’t pretend to be someone you’re not. You’ll get struck by lightning.”

“Who says I can’t afford it?” Wang Zhisheng shouted, not about to lose face in front of so many girls. His family was wealthy, after all—he drove a Mercedes, not some rental like He Haoxuan’s BMW.

The manager added, “Mr. Wang, you mistakenly thought it was complimentary, so you ordered our most expensive set menu. Would you like to change your order?”

He coordinated with He Haoxuan to embarrass Wang Zhisheng. If he changed his order in front of everyone, he’d be a laughingstock.

Sure enough, Wang Zhisheng would not let himself be mocked. He shouted, “Manager, don’t look down on me! What’s thirty thousand? I’m a man of means—just bring everything up!”

“Very well. Waiters, serve the food!” the manager called out.

Because of He Haoxuan’s presence, the Star Hotel had already allocated all its resources to Room 868. At a single word, the chefs would prioritize their dishes over all others.

The manager didn’t dare linger inside. He signaled the two servers to take special care of He Haoxuan and then withdrew, waiting outside so as not to risk angering him.

Minnie noticed there were two servers attending their room and asked Wang Zhisheng, “Darling, usually there’s only one server per private room when we eat out. Why are there two today?”

A single server per room was standard for high-end rooms, sometimes even covering two or three rooms alone.

Wang Zhisheng lifted his chin smugly, “Of course! Who am I? I’m the young master of the Wang family. Wherever I go, who would dare disrespect me? Minnie, being my girlfriend is the luck you earned over thirty-three lifetimes.”

Li Qingwan’s face grew darker by the minute. She’d wanted He Haoxuan to come and embarrass Wang Zhisheng, but instead, she’d ended up being humiliated herself. Even if the meal wasn’t free, there were still two servers in the room, and their service was impeccable—it was infuriating.

“He Haoxuan, you useless oaf!” In a fit of rage, Li Qingwan grabbed her teacup and splashed its contents all over He Haoxuan.

The two servers exchanged worried glances. Someone dared treat Mr. He this way? They considered summoning security to deal with Li Qingwan immediately.

However, He Haoxuan said nothing, behaving as if nothing had happened. He simply told the servers, “Please serve the food quickly. My girlfriend is upset.”

“So she’s Mr. He’s girlfriend,” the servers realized. Fortunately, they hadn’t called security, or there would have been trouble.

“Don’t worry, Mr. He. We’ll have your dishes out right away.” One of them hurried to his side with napkins, helping him dry his damp clothing.

Wang Zhisheng looked on with envy. Both servers were stunning, with perfect figures—if only he could have them on either side, serving him.

But He Haoxuan seemed uninterested in such attention. He frowned, “I’ll wipe myself. You two get back to work.”

“Yes, Mr. He,” the servers replied hastily, retreating to the side.

Li Qingwan sat beside He Haoxuan and whispered, “No matter what it takes, I want you to teach Wang Zhisheng a lesson he’ll never forget. If you do, I’ll make it worth your while.”