Chapter 34: You Cannot Leave

In private room 838, Razor and his two men were drinking and chatting. Although Wang Zhisheng had only given them a thousand yuan for their meal, it was good enough. Soon, they would go and beat up He Haoxuan and scratch up the BMW—earning themselves ten thousand yuan.

Razor glanced at his phone when it rang, then stood up with a grin. “Brothers, get ready. Time to work.”

“Boss Razor, after we’re done, should we hit a sauna or something?” one of his men chuckled lewdly.

Ten thousand yuan—plenty for a night of enjoyment.

“That’s easy. Just do a good job and make Young Master Wang happy,” Razor said, downing his glass of baijiu. He felt his blood boiling, ready to teach this He Haoxuan a lesson at any moment.

He called the waiter to settle the bill, then led his two lackeys out, swaying slightly.

Room 868 was just ahead. Their plan was to pretend they’d entered the wrong room, use that as a pretext to start a fight. There were only two men inside: Wang Zhisheng and He Haoxuan.

They’d accuse the other of glaring or cursing at them, then start beating.

But as Razor and his men swaggered toward 868, two security guards had already moved in to intercept them.

Worried about trouble, the guards had already radioed their captain. The boss himself had ordered that no one was to disturb Mr. He’s meal—anyone who did would regret it dearly.

“Boss, how badly should we mess up this He Haoxuan? Just hurt him a bit or put him in the hospital?” one thug rubbed his hands eagerly. “I’m afraid I’ll lose control and go overboard.”

“At least put him in the hospital—anything less, and we can’t explain to Young Master Wang,” Razor said coldly, staring at the door, thinking only of the ten thousand yuan soon to be his. He failed to notice the two guards now standing behind them.

Just as Razor reached for the door, his collar tightened—he was yanked backward and thrown to the ground by a security guard.

This guard was ex-military, skilled and efficient; a swift kick to Razor’s stomach left him writhing like a boiled shrimp.

Hmph, you think you can attack Mr. He? Clearly, you don’t value your lives.

“Hey, security, why are you hitting me?” Razor shouted in shock.

Several more guards arrived. They surrounded Razor and his men, dragged them to the stairwell by the emergency exit, and beat them soundly.

“Talk. Why were you going to cause trouble in room 868?” Xiao Qiang, leaning against the stairwell, fixed them with a fearsome glare.

“We—we weren’t causing trouble, just finished eating and were headed out,” Razor stammered, glancing fearfully at Xiao Qiang.

He recognized the man—owner of the Star Hotel, rumored to have powerful connections.

What was happening? He’d only wanted to rough up a poor nobody—how had the hotel owner gotten involved?

That idiot Wang Zhisheng should have told them to handle He Haoxuan outside, not in the hotel. This was the hotel’s turf; who’d let outsiders make a scene?

Xiao Qiang sneered. “Since you don’t want to talk, fine. Guards, break all three of their legs and throw them into the sea to feed the fish.”

“Wait, we’ll talk!” one of the lackeys paled and spilled everything.

“What? You really intended to attack Mr. He?” Xiao Qiang roared.

Luckily, he’d been smart enough to post guards by the door. Otherwise, if he’d let someone ruin Mr. He’s evening with his girlfriend, his own head would have been forfeit.

Wait—wasn’t Mr. He with a different woman this time? Xiao Qiang realized that in each of the three times he’d seen He Haoxuan, there had been a different beauty at his side.

Impressive. For Mr. He, changing women was as easy as changing clothes.

“Damn it, what do you take our Star Hotel for? Not only did you plan to cause trouble here, you even wanted to scratch up a guest’s car?” Xiao Qiang waved to the guards, who beat Razor and his men soundly again—then ordered them to go vandalize Wang Zhisheng’s Mercedes instead.

Inside room 868, Wang Zhisheng kept glancing at his Longines watch. It was getting late—why hadn’t Razor and the others arrived?

He’d sent Razor his first message over half an hour ago. He’d sent ten more messages since, but received no reply.

Left with no choice, Wang Zhisheng called Razor’s phone. His plan was simple: let Razor beat up He Haoxuan, then while He was in the hospital, secretly slip the drugged drink to Li Qingwan. Then the beauty would finally be his.

The call went through, but no one answered. Where could Razor and the others have gone?

Seeing the time, Li Qingwan stood up. “He Haoxuan, go get the car. Xiaojun, let’s head back.”

She was quite satisfied with tonight’s dinner. He Haoxuan’s acting was brilliant—if she didn’t know better, she might have believed his stories. Drifting cars, dining in five-star hotels, eating hundreds of thousands’ worth of French cuisine—all impressive boasts.

“You can’t leave!” Wang Zhisheng stood up abruptly.

Damn it, Razor and his men hadn’t arrived to deal with He Haoxuan yet—how could they just leave? He still needed to play the hero and win the beauty.

“Wang Zhisheng, what do you mean by this? We can’t leave?” Li Qingwan glared at him.

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. I just thought it was still early—let’s sit and chat a bit longer,” Wang Zhisheng said awkwardly.

He Haoxuan, oblivious to the chaos outside, had no desire to linger. He wanted to get back to Li Qingying.

“No, let’s go now,” He Haoxuan said.

That suited Li Qingwan perfectly—she knew He Haoxuan’s stories were all just for show. If they stayed any longer, he might slip up.

Seeing this, Wang Zhisheng reluctantly called for the bill. He still wanted to follow them out and see how the BMW He Haoxuan had borrowed would look after being scratched up. He imagined He Haoxuan would be scared out of his wits when he saw it.

After all, rental companies wouldn’t cover such damage; He Haoxuan would have to pay dearly.

A poor nobody, trying to act rich—pathetic.

Following Razor’s instructions, the waiter refused to deduct a single cent from Wang Zhisheng’s bill, charging him for everything—plus a little extra.

Wang Zhisheng saw that his meal, originally thirty thousand yuan, now totaled thirty-three thousand, including service charges, gratuities, and more.

“What? It’s more expensive than before!” Wang Zhisheng protested.

“Enough, Wang Zhisheng. If you can’t afford it, I’ll pay. This little bit of money is nothing to me,” He Haoxuan said unconcernedly, taking out his bank card.

He was being generous, but to Wang Zhisheng, it felt like a slap in the face. No way would he let He Haoxuan get his way.

“Three thousand? That’s pocket change for me!” Wang Zhisheng shouted, swiping his card to pay.