Chapter 47: Speaking of Mr. Wang

Wang Zhisheng greedily eyed Xiaojuan and her friends, sneering, “That’s easy. As long as you follow me, you’ll be living the good life, eating fine food and drinking the best. But you need to watch out for people pretending to be wealthy to deceive you.”

Li Qingwan, furious, retorted, “Wang Zhisheng, who are you talking about?”

“Who else besides you and He Haoxuan?” Minnie scoffed. “Li Qingwan, stop pretending. You claim your family is rich, but can you show us the money? And He Haoxuan, what happened to your BMW? Why don’t you drive it anymore? How come you can’t even pay a two-hundred-yuan bill?”

Li Qingwan fired back, “Minnie, didn’t we just say? He Haoxuan didn’t drive because he wanted to drink, and he came in a rush, forgetting his wallet. What’s the big deal? This weekend, we’ll go to Starlight Club and prove everything. One night there costs a hundred thousand.”

Li Qingwan gritted her teeth and made up her mind. No matter what, this weekend she would find a way to get into Starlight Club, whatever it took.

“That’s good, then we’ll wait and see. Let me warn you, one night there costs a hundred thousand,” Minnie sneered, unwilling to believe Li Qingwan and her friends had such means.

“It’s just a hundred thousand, what’s the fuss?” Li Qingwan said, though her heart was uneasy.

She’d argued with her family that night—would they still support her? If not, she’d have to find another way. As for He Haoxuan, the useless one beside her, she couldn’t count on him at all.

“Having a hundred thousand isn’t enough. Do you have a membership card?” Minnie asked.

She’d heard from Wang Zhisheng that the key wasn’t the money, but the high threshold for Starlight Club. The minimum membership fee was a million a year—not everyone could afford it. Even the Wang family hadn’t managed to get a membership.

Li Qingwan stammered, “Of course I have one.”

After everyone finished eating, Wang Zhisheng stood up, intending to pay for both his table and Tong-ge’s. But Tong-ge ran straight to the owner to settle the bill.

Wang Zhisheng grew anxious. He wanted to curry favor with Tong-ge. How could he let Tong-ge pay for him? That would be utterly humiliating.

“Tong-ge, how much did you pay just now? Let me cover it,” Wang Zhisheng said, his voice trembling.

Tong-ge patted Wang Zhisheng’s shoulder. “Mr. Wang, no need to be so polite.”

With that, Tong-ge headed toward He Haoxuan’s table, but Wang Zhisheng, eager to show off in front of Li Qingwan and her friends, cut ahead and arrived first.

“Hahaha, Tong-ge really values me, paying our bill just like that. Ah, I’m getting more influential— even someone like Tong-ge wants to please me. I don’t even know what to say,” Wang Zhisheng grew more excited, holding his head high, looking arrogant and untouchable.

Minnie’s eyes sparkled; her boyfriend was so powerful. Tong-ge had paid for them—such a clear sign that Tong-ge respected him. He was about to rise to greatness. “Darling, you’re amazing.”

“Hehehe, I’m good at everything,” Wang Zhisheng said, though he felt a bit guilty.

Seeing Wang Zhisheng so smug, Li Qingwan was nearly furious enough to spit blood. But there was nothing she could do. It seemed Tong-ge had passed by their table earlier and lingered for a moment, but didn’t recognize her—instead, he recognized Wang Zhisheng.

Tong-ge wouldn’t pay for anyone but Wang Zhisheng. If he’d paid for her, she could have really put Wang Zhisheng in his place.

He Haoxuan lifted his head and glanced at Tong-ge as he approached.

Tong-ge saw He Haoxuan’s gaze and immediately stopped, not daring to come any closer.

If he angered Mr. He, he’d be in serious trouble. “Mr. He, I’ve already paid the bill.”

Wang Zhisheng, right beside He Haoxuan, thought Tong-ge was speaking to him and immediately grinned obsequiously. “Tong-ge, I know, thank you so much for looking after me!”

Tong-ge was dumbfounded. Damn it, he’d paid the bill to please Mr. He, not because he respected Wang Zhisheng.

But with He Haoxuan right there, Tong-ge couldn’t lose his temper. He turned back to He Haoxuan, “Mr. He, whenever you have time, I’d like to treat you to dinner.”

“Sure, sure, Tong-ge, I’m available twenty-four hours a day, all you have to do is call,” Wang Zhisheng shouted excitedly.

He never expected Tong-ge to say, right in front of Li Qingwan and the others, that he wanted to treat him to dinner. Such an honor! It seemed Tong-ge really did respect him. Was it because the Wang family was powerful now? Or maybe he was a hidden dragon, ready to soar?

Tong-ge’s expression changed; he was almost livid. Damn it, this idiot Wang Zhisheng just wouldn’t shut up. He was talking to Mr. He, not him. Why was he so delusional?

Nearby, Xiaojuan asked in surprise, “Wait, I think Tong-ge said ‘Mr. He.’ Was he talking to Brother Xuan?”

“Xiaojuan, don’t be ridiculous. How could that be? He Haoxuan is just a penniless loser—who would respect him? Tong-ge only knows my Zhisheng, not He Haoxuan,” Minnie sneered. “Tong-ge and his friends were drinking earlier, probably got a bit tipsy. ‘Mr. He’ and ‘Mr. Wang’ sound a bit similar. Besides, Xiaojuan, didn’t you drink beer just now? Maybe you misheard.”

Minnie and the others were so excited, they hadn’t heard clearly whether Tong-ge said ‘Mr. He’ or ‘Mr. Wang.’ But whatever Tong-ge said, it must have been to her boyfriend—never anyone else.

He Haoxuan saw Tong-ge still trying to speak and waved him away, signaling him not to linger.

Tong-ge, seeing He Haoxuan no longer wanted to talk, grew angry with Wang Zhisheng. If not for Wang Zhisheng’s self-important interference, he could have said more to Mr. He.

Tong-ge turned back to his own table, but Wang Zhisheng, desperate to curry favor, chased after him. “Tong-ge, are you free tomorrow?”

“Hmph,” Tong-ge snorted, deliberately shoving Wang Zhisheng hard toward a nearby table.

“Ouch!” Wang Zhisheng cried out, falling to the floor. Tea and other items spilled onto him, soaking his clothes.

He Haoxuan and his group had already gone out to hail a cab, leaving only Minnie behind. She saw Wang Zhisheng pushed to the ground by Tong-ge, rushed over in shock and helped him up. “Darling, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Wang Zhisheng groaned, clutching his stomach in pain.

Minnie whispered, “Why did Tong-ge hit you?”

Wang Zhisheng was now utterly disheveled, his hair wet, nothing like the confident figure he’d been moments before.