Chapter 172: Covertly Plying Him with Drink
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After Song Wanning got out of the car, she went straight inside.
Wen Jingxing followed behind her.
As for the cameraman, Wen Jingxing had intimidated him with a single look, so he had been unable to follow them when they left.
The cameraman was utterly helpless. Wen Jingxing was the biggest financial backer of the entire production team, and he did not even dare disobey the director for fear of offending him.
Since they had arrived early, the bar was nearly empty.
Song Wanning quietly took a seat in a corner without ordering anything. Cheng Mu sat at another table, leaving the space to the two of them.
Wen Jingxing ordered a selection of pure fruit juices in every flavor, allowing Song Wanning to drink whichever one she liked.
Even now, he had not asked what she intended to do. He had cooperated with her from beginning to end.
But Song Wanning was still waiting for the person she wanted to see.
She was waiting for the female singer who would be performing at the bar that evening.
She was a university student from a poor family and worked part-time at the bar at night to earn money.
Because of her striking appearance, she had not been working there for long before Sister Jade took notice of her and selected her as a trainee.
The first time Sister Jade visited the bar, she had immediately taken a liking to the young girl.
Although the girl was somewhat reluctant, Sister Jade offered her a very generous price, and she ultimately agreed.
Later, that young girl would become Jian An’an’s greatest rival in the entertainment industry.
Her appearance was remarkably similar to Jian An’an’s: a sweet, lovely face, a mature and alluring figure, and a beautiful singing voice.
More importantly, her popularity surpassed even Jian An’an’s.
For a time, she had actually defeated Jian An’an.
In the end, however, Jian An’an could not stand losing and resorted to underhanded methods, destroying the girl’s reputation and innocence alike.
The naive young girl had clearly possessed the potential to become a superstar, yet her career had fallen apart just like that.
Today was the first day Sister Jade had come to this bar.
For the following week, she would visit every night, determined to recruit the young girl.
The reason Song Wanning knew the exact dates so clearly was that today was the day the original owner had come to the capital for a variety-show assignment. Not only had she failed to complete the task properly, she had also infuriated Old Master Wen so badly that he had nearly exploded with rage.
In a fit of temper, the original owner had run to Nightfall Bar.
When Song Wanning saw this scene in the original memories, she had been utterly dumbfounded.
Sister Jade had wanted to sign the young girl, but the girl had refused. The original owner, however, had foolishly kept persuading her to agree.
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Unbeknownst to her, Sister Jade had already recognized the original owner and had even filmed her while she was drunk and being harassed by a drunken man.
That had made the original owner humiliate herself even further.
Sister Jade was no good person. Wherever there was profit, she would be found—she was even more ruthless than Jian An’an.
She had no personal grudge against the original owner, but she had posted those embarrassing photographs online simply because she thought the original owner was easy to bully and wanted to toy with her.
As the night grew later, more and more people entered the bar.
Song Wanning kept her head lowered and made no move, while Cheng Mu grew increasingly curious about whom Miss Song intended to snatch.
On top of that, so many young women had been pestering him that he silently moved from his original table to Song Wanning’s.
As for Song Wanning, quite a few people thought she was beautiful and wanted to make a move on her, but the presence of Wen Jingxing beside her—wearing sunglasses and looking thoroughly unapproachable—kept them at bay.
Even after changing tables, however, Cheng Mu could not escape the many beautiful women asking for his phone number.
Having never encountered such a scene before, Cheng Mu was embarrassed to the point of blushing.
It was not until eight o’clock in the evening.
One resident singer after another took the stage. Then, when a young girl finally appeared, the entire bar erupted in enthusiastic applause.
A clear and melodious voice rang out. It was completely unlike the restless, feverish style usually associated with bars, yet whenever the girl reached the climax of a song, she could always stir the audience’s emotions.
The crowd roared with excitement.
When the song ended, Cheng Mu applauded along with everyone else. “She’s wonderful! Miss Song, is she the person you’re looking for?”
Every time he saw someone particularly unusual, he would ask Song Wanning.
This time, Song Wanning finally did not shake her head. Instead, she said, “The time isn’t right yet.”
“So it is her? Are you saying someone really will try to snatch her from you later?”
“You’ll know when the time comes.”
Song Wanning took one sip of fruit juice after another, wondering why these drinks seemed to grow more delicious with every glass.
A little was nowhere near enough.
She had no idea that the scheming Wen Jingxing had already mixed some fruit wine into the juice.
The drink was fragrant and beautifully colored, so Song Wanning picked it up and drank it.
After drinking so much liquid, she naturally needed to use the restroom. She rose to her feet, her steps slightly unsteady.
Wen Jingxing asked, “Where are you going?”
“The restroom.”
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“You don’t need to worry. I haven’t even had any alcohol. What are you afraid of?”
She turned and walked away.
Wen Jingxing, whose conscience was troubled, merely rubbed the tip of his nose and silently allowed her to go.
Although she was somewhat tipsy, her steps remained fairly steady. She was also wearing a large pair of sunglasses that concealed most of her face.
In addition, she was tall, so the men who were tempted by her beauty did not dare harbor any improper intentions.
After Song Wanning finished using the restroom and came back out, she heard what sounded like a woman crying outside.
“Let go of me... Please, tell me how much you want. I can give you anything...”
A man answered in a coarse, nasal voice, “Little girl, if you come to a bar alone, you should know what sort of things might happen. How could I possibly let this morsel slip away now? Heh heh heh... Come on, little girl. Let big brother show you a good time!”
“Ah! Help!”
“You don’t have to scream, little girl. This is my territory. Even if you scream your voice raw, nobody will come to save you. Ahahaha!”
The man’s tone was revoltingly lewd, and Song Wanning’s brows drew together in disgust.
Moreover, with the alcohol clouding her mind, she had completely forgotten that her current identity was that of a beautiful young woman with a lovely face and an alluring figure—aside from being slightly taller than average.
Instead, she had returned to the days of her previous life, when she had been an emperor whose authority was impossible to conceal, decisive and merciless in dealing with all opposition.
How could she possibly turn a blind eye to something like this?
At once, she strode over and kicked the restroom door open.
Driven by the force of the blow, the door slammed heavily against the wall with a tremendous bang.
The thug outside, who had been preparing to do something vile and was in the process of undoing the girl’s clothing, was startled.
He immediately cursed, “Are you insane? What kind of lunatic comes barging in here in the middle of the night? Don’t you have hands? Can’t you open a door? If you can’t, chop them off!”
Song Wanning walked out and saw a burly man with dark skin, standing nearly six feet tall. Despite the bitter cold, he was wearing only a tank top. On his feet were even a pair of gold Chelsea boots.
In the man’s arms was a young girl with tears in her eyes. She looked utterly pitiful, as though she wished she could disappear into the nearest corner.
By an astonishing coincidence, she was the very female singer who had just performed onstage—the one with the distinctive style that had resonated so deeply with the audience.
But Song Wanning was drunk and failed to recognize her for the moment. Her mind was filled with a single thought: since she had encountered a bad person, she had to beat him senseless and knock every last tooth out of his mouth!
When the man saw Song Wanning, he laughed contemptuously.
“I wondered who had made such a commotion. Turns out it’s another little white rabbit delivering herself straight to my door!”
(End of Chapter)
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