Chapter 68: Stirring Up Trouble Again

Seeing things had come to this, Li Qingying had no choice but to sit down.

On the small stage, a singer was performing popular songs, accompanied by a band. Bailu ordered two drinks and some snacks, then signed their room number on the bill. When the server noticed it was Room A, he froze in surprise.

Bailu, seeing his reaction, asked nervously, "What's wrong? Waiter, is there some reason guests from Room A aren't allowed here?"

She remembered how the server had earlier spoken so highly of Room A—how special it was—but now suspected it was all an act, likely because she’d accepted a favor from He Haoxuan and was playing along with his scheme.

The server immediately shook his head vigorously, "No, not at all—everyone is welcome here."

My goodness, he thought, it’s been ages since someone stayed in Room A. These two beautiful women must be extraordinary.

He quickly arranged for their drinks and snacks to be brought over, while also reporting the matter to the bar supervisor. Upon hearing that the esteemed guests from Room A were present, the supervisor turned pale and anxiously wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He could only hope nothing went wrong tonight—otherwise, the manager would have his head.

But fate, it seems, delights in irony.

Normally, the clientele here were of excellent character—no one would make trouble. Yet alcohol has a way of muddling judgment, especially in the presence of striking women. With beauties like Li Qingying and Bailu, all eyes naturally gravitated toward them.

At that moment, two men, swaying unsteadily, approached their table. "Ladies, is anyone sitting here? Mind if we join you?"

Li Qingying’s expression turned cold, her voice frosty: "No."

At that instant, she embodied the legendary Ice Goddess of Qingshan City—aloof and unapproachable.

"Come on now," the man on the right bantered, "let’s be civil. We’re men of means, after all. Whatever you want, just name your price."

"Get lost," Bailu snapped. Her fiery temperament brooked no such insolence.

Fueled by alcohol and pride, the two men—accustomed to being above reproach—would not tolerate such a rebuff.

They seized the cocktails from the table and hurled the drinks at Bailu.

"Ah!" Bailu shrieked as the liquor drenched her clothes, clinging to her form and accentuating her graceful figure.

The men’s eyes nearly popped from their sockets. They hadn’t expected this feisty woman to be so alluring—far surpassing the women they’d entertained before. Perhaps, with enough money, these women could be persuaded.

But Bailu was not one to back down. She grabbed her own glass and flung it straight at one of the men.

"Ah!" The man howled in pain, clutching his forehead as blood trickled through his fingers—a startling sight.

"You little—do you know who I am? I am Quan Xiaojian of Huajian Group!" the injured man shouted, furious.

"You—you’re Quan Xiaojian?!" Bailu recoiled in fear, taking two steps back.

Quan Xiaojian was chairman of Huajian Group in Qingshan City, worth billions—a force she dared not provoke.

Only now did Bailu remember: this was Tenglong Manor, no ordinary place. Anyone who could dine or stay here was either wealthy or influential. Had she known, she would have swallowed her pride and simply gone back to change.

But now she had struck Quan Xiaojian—what was she to do?

Li Qingying, too, was shaken. Even as the chairwoman of Baili Group, she dared not cross Huajian Group, much less now, having been demoted to vice president.

She sighed inwardly. She never wanted to visit such exclusive places again—one never knew who one might offend.

Wait, where was He Haoxuan? Li Qingying suddenly remembered he’d stayed behind to rest in the room and hadn’t joined them.

They hadn’t even informed him of their plans to visit the bar. But even if he were here, what could he do? He was no match for someone like Quan Xiaojian.

Seeing their fear, Quan Xiaojian grew smug. "We’re in Room 20. Come with me now, apologize properly, and maybe I’ll let you off."

"So what if you call the police and pay compensation?" Bailu retorted, her legal training kicking in. "You started it—harassed us and threw drinks at us."

"Who saw me harass you? Who saw me throw anything?" Quan Xiaojian shouted. "Don’t slander me, or I’ll sue you for defamation!"

These two beauties didn’t look wealthy—probably just eye-candy brought along by someone else. Women like this, with enough money, were his for the taking.

"I saw everything," came a voice from behind—it was the server.

"What?" Quan Xiaojian’s face darkened as he turned on the meddlesome waiter. "Listen, I’m the chairman of Huajian Group. You’re just a wage-earner. If you cross me, you’ll regret it."

Had it been the manager or owner of Tenglong Manor, he would have held his tongue. But a mere server dared to contradict him?

"Young man, thank you—you must help us. I’m calling the police right now," Bailu exclaimed, relieved to have a witness on her side.

With the server’s testimony, the police would have no reason to fear Quan Xiaojian. Any retribution from him would be a problem for another day; for now, they had to get through this.

"Call the police, will you? I’ll make a call myself—you’re finished!" Quan Xiaojian, drunk and oblivious to where he was, threatened them. He’d forgotten that Tenglong Manor was the domain of a hundred-billion yuan conglomerate.

But just as the words left his mouth, a figure darted over and landed a kick squarely on him.

"Ouch!" Quan Xiaojian crashed to the ground, howling.

Looking up, he saw he’d been kicked by the bar supervisor.

He was stunned—the supervisor was the manager’s confidant, a man of some standing, far above a mere server.

"Why did you kick me?" Quan Xiaojian wailed, clutching his head and his belly, bewildered. "I’m reporting you to your manager!"

Damn it, he fumed. He was with Huajian Group—how could a supervisor dare compare with him? Surely, when the manager found out, he’d be furious on his behalf.

Yet before he could recover, another figure strode over and landed a flying kick on him.

"Not only did he kick you—I’ll kick you too!" the manager glared at Quan Xiaojian, brimming with anger.

Damn this Quan Xiaojian, drunk and oblivious to his place, daring to cause trouble in Tenglong Manor.