He Has No Shame

Tong Zhao and Hua Xiaotang finished filming their scenes together that night, and it was already ten by the time they wrapped up. Hua Xiaotang drove Tong Zhao toward the city center in her flashy red sports car.

It was her first time treating her junior brother to a meal, so she absolutely couldn't take him somewhere too shabby. "I'll take you to a Chinese restaurant that's open twenty-four hours. I know the owner. The chef's really good, especially his pipa shrimp and lion's head meatballs. They're incredible."

Tong Zhao thought back. Aside from that business dinner that had cost 17,200 yuan, he really hadn't had a feast in a long time. His last meal had been a bland, tasteless ten-yuan boxed lunch, and now just hearing the names pipa shrimp and lion's head meatballs made his mouth water.

When they arrived, Hua Xiaotang and Tong Zhao picked a small square table for two by the window. Hua Xiaotang scanned the code with her phone and ordered several house specialties with practiced ease, then looked up and asked Tong Zhao, "Do you drink?"

Tong Zhao answered, "No."

Hua Xiaotang raised an eyebrow and ordered a bottle of wine. "Perfect. I'll drink, and you can drive me later."

"Sure," Tong Zhao said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach growled twice. Hua Xiaotang gave him a look of disdain.

After ordering, the two chatted on and off.

Hua Xiaotang asked him, "That was my first time acting. What did you think? Am I really talented?"

"You are. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were a veteran actor," Tong Zhao answered with a perfectly straight face.

Hua Xiaotang shot him a sidelong glance. "Why do I get the feeling you're mocking me?"

"No, no, I mean it," Tong Zhao said with a smile.

"Pfft, I wouldn't think you'd dare." Hua Xiaotang swept up her hair. "Look at your own acting. You needed five takes for one shot. I had to say my line so many times I was sick of it."

"It was my first time acting too. Please forgive me, senior sister." Tong Zhao felt that acting really wasn't a job just anyone could do. With so many people watching, how strong a sense of conviction did it take to immerse yourself in the role?

Just then, several young drunks in expensive clothes walked into the dining hall. The man leading them, who wore a floral jacket, stopped in his tracks the moment he saw Hua Xiaotang.

A beautiful face, a sexy figure.

A lecherous smile spread across his face, as if he'd spotted prey. He staggered over to Hua Xiaotang, completely ignoring Tong Zhao, and hit on her. "Hey, beautiful, we're heading out for another round. Come have some fun with us."

He reeked of alcohol. It was disgusting.

Hua Xiaotang glanced sideways at him and used Tong Zhao as a shield. "Can't you see my boyfriend's right here?"

Floral Jacket turned to look at Tong Zhao. He was good-looking, but so what? Floral Jacket gestured to the people behind him, and a burly man walked over to Tong Zhao and patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, kid, let's go outside for a smoke."

"I don't smoke." Tong Zhao stood up and copied him, patting Floral Jacket on the shoulder. "Don't sit on the table. The door's over there."

The pat sent Floral Jacket into a rage. He shoved Tong Zhao aside and reached for Hua Xiaotang. "Come on, beautiful. I've got money. I'll buy you a handbag..."

Before he could finish, Hua Xiaotang threw a glass of water straight in his face.

Floral Jacket froze, utterly humiliated. Not caring that she was a woman, he sprang up to hit her. "Fuck you!"

But Tong Zhao grabbed him by the back of his collar and yanked him backward. "Fuck you! You're actually hitting a woman!"

Floral Jacket swung back at Tong Zhao.

Tong Zhao raised a hand to block him and kicked him hard in the stomach.

Floral Jacket's friends rushed in too, all of them throwing punches.

Seeing Tong Zhao surrounded, Hua Xiaotang immediately took off one of her high heels and used it as a weapon, bringing it down on a man's head.

"Argh—" The man howled and turned to grab Hua Xiaotang, only for Tong Zhao to punch him in the temple.

Only when the fight had become a brawl did the servers rush over to break it up. But the group fought so fiercely that they couldn't be pulled apart.

In the end, a vase was smashed, a table overturned, and chairs broken.

Just as the fight reached its peak, several tall men in sharp suits came running from who knew where. In moments, they picked up Floral Jacket and the other drunken maniacs like chicks and pinned them to the floor.

Hua Xiaotang hadn't yet figured out how a group of heavenly soldiers had suddenly appeared. She was so caught up in the fight that she couldn't stop herself, and she stomped hard on Floral Jacket's balls with the high heel still on her foot, drawing a howl loud enough to lift the roof.

All the men present turned their faces away, unable to watch.

Hua Xiaotang swept her disheveled long hair back and finally looked at the group of tall, handsome men. "Who are you?" she asked in puzzlement.

Tong Zhao tugged his crooked collar into place and rubbed the bruised corner of his mouth. His gaze met that of one of the men in sunglasses, and he froze.

The man had a scar on his face. He was one of Shu Sizhuo's men!

Why are Shu Sizhuo's men here?

Is Shu Sizhuo here too?

Tong Zhao's heart skipped a beat. He looked up and searched the room, and sure enough, he saw Shu Sizhuo walk in through the main entrance, accompanied by a man and a woman. The man was around fifty, while the woman was beautiful and elegant, her real age impossible to tell.

"Hua Xiaotang!" The woman was badly startled to see Hua Xiaotang in such a scene. "What are you doing, a young woman like you? Come here!"

Hua Xiaotang's expression shifted slightly. She whispered to Tong Zhao, "Shit, that's my godmother."

Godmother? Tong Zhao's eyes widened.

Hua Xiaotang went up to her with a smile. "Godmother, what are you doing here?"

She tucked her messy hair behind her ear and smiled shyly at Shu Sizhuo. "President Shu, long time no see."

Shu Sizhuo ignored him and stared straight at Tong Zhao instead.

Tong Zhao suddenly felt at a loss and looked away.

When Hua Xiaotang noticed Shu Sizhuo's gaze, she frowned almost imperceptibly.

In the end, Hua Xiaotang was taken away by her godmother, Shu Sizhuo's men stayed behind to deal with the drunken maniacs, and Tong Zhao was taken away by Shu Sizhuo.

Shu Sizhuo's face darkened as he looked at Tong Zhao, who sat in the passenger seat with a bruised and swollen face.

Coming to this Chinese restaurant tonight had been no coincidence.

He had originally been meeting two executives to discuss business when he suddenly received a call from the subordinate who had been secretly following Tong Zhao. The man said Tong Zhao and Hua Xiaotang had gone alone to a Chinese restaurant for a late-night meal.

A man and a woman alone together, eating a late-night meal.

Shu Sizhuo's gaze had turned cold, and he had changed plans at the last minute, taking the two executives to that Chinese restaurant.

Before the car had even come to a stop, his subordinate told him Tong Zhao had gotten into a fight and asked whether he should stop it.

Hua Xiaotang's combat ability could be ignored altogether. It was one against four. If they didn't stop it, did they want Tong Zhao beaten to death?

The more Shu Sizhuo thought back on it, the angrier he grew. When he got angry, his blood boiled and his fingertips trembled. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and slammed on the brakes outside a clinic.

The momentum threw Tong Zhao forward before his seat belt snapped him back. He looked at Shu Sizhuo, somewhat dazed.

Shu Sizhuo got out, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door. He leaned in and unbuckled Tong Zhao's seat belt, then grabbed his wrist and dragged him out.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow... Easy..." Tong Zhao hissed through his teeth.

"You were pretty brave when you were fighting. Now you know it hurts?" Shu Sizhuo said sarcastically, loosening his grip a little.

Tong Zhao protested, "Floral Jacket started it. He was harassing her!"

Shu Sizhuo glanced at him and said through gritted teeth, "Then should I praise you for playing the hero and saving the beauty?"

The clinic was brightly lit, and several patients lay on beds receiving IV drips. The doctor frowned as soon as he saw Tong Zhao. "You got into a fight? Why didn't you protect your face?"

Tong Zhao thought that with four people and eight hands, there was no way he could have protected it.

Shu Sizhuo was kind enough to answer for him. "He has no shame."

Hey, this guy!

Tong Zhao glared at him.

The doctor smiled at that and asked him, "Are any bones hurt?"

Tong Zhao shook his head. "They should all be flesh wounds. Just disinfect them and give me some medicine."

While the doctor disinfected Tong Zhao's wounds, Shu Sizhuo was outside on the phone.

"Boss, this man is Wang Zhigao's son," Wei Ze said on the other end.

"Wang Zhigao? From Zhiyuan Company?"

"Yes."

"Mm, got it." Shu Sizhuo was about to hang up when he saw Tong Zhao's bruised and swollen face through the glass door. A vicious glint flashed in his eyes. "Beat him hard. Take off a finger."

"Okay, boss," Wei Ze said.

"Before you beat him, make him pay for the restaurant's damages."

"Okay, boss."