Damn Them
Meng Ke looked at him and said in a very soft voice, "Huang Zeyu's father is the president of the Brilliance Group."
Shen Jingchuan's pupils contracted slightly, and he instantly understood everything. The rich second-generation who had harassed him at the jewelry store last time and whom he had punched in the face was Huang Zeyu.
Since the other party didn't dare to confront him openly, they turned to Meng Ke, using this insidious method to retaliate.
A chill ran through him, but he showed no sign of it on his face, simply nodding slightly. "Yes, I understand."
Seeing his calm expression, Meng Ke's heart tightened even more, and she quickly grabbed his arm:
"Their family has powerful backing and deep roots. You absolutely mustn't act impulsively. All three who made the move have fallen from grace this time. He's suffered such a huge loss; he definitely won't dare to act recklessly again anytime soon."
"Don't worry, I won't act impulsively." Shen Jingchuan took her hand in his, a gentle smile playing on his lips, and lightly patted the back of her hand with his fingertips. "Even for you, I won't do anything reckless."
He didn't dwell on the matter any longer, turned around and went into the kitchen, took out some fresh seasonal fruits and some crisp vegetables from his storage space.
That evening, he personally cooked two dishes that Meng Ke liked, and afterwards he cut a fruit platter and placed it on the table. The two ate a quiet meal, snuggled on the sofa pretending to watch TV, and then they ended up watching TV together.
The next morning, the repair shop called to say that Meng Ke's car with the smashed window had been repaired. Shen Jingchuan drove her there to pick it up, the paperwork went smoothly, and they drove the car out in no time.
Parked in front of the repair shop, Meng Ke gripped the steering wheel and turned her head to the side. "You don't need to pick me up today. I need to go home to my mom's."
Shen Jingchuan raised an eyebrow. "What, you're not living with me anymore?"
"Ugh." Meng Ke glared at him, her cheeks slightly flushed, and made a face. "My mom has asked me so many times who I've been with these past few days since I haven't been home, and I haven't dared to tell the truth."
"So what did you say?"
Meng Ke smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescents. "I said, you're with a big pervert."
Shen Jingchuan chuckled and reached out to ruffle her hair, "Alright, I'll let that big pervert go today. Be careful on your way home, text me when you get home, and call me anytime if you need anything."
"Okay," Meng Ke replied, waved, started the car, and drove away slowly.
Shen Jingchuan stood there watching her car disappear at the intersection before turning around and getting into his own car.
Instead of going straight back to West Mountain Separate Courtyard, he drove to a shopping mall in the city center and had lunch at a fast food restaurant.
I picked out several more outfits, shoes, hats, and masks in different colors and styles, found a bathroom, and uploaded them to my online space.
He drove straight to the Brilliance Building, circled half of the parking lot, and chose an empty spot under the shade of a large tree—the front of the car was angled towards the lobby exit, a secluded location with a good view of the main entrance.
He adjusted his seat back, leaned back casually scrolling through his phone, but his eyes never left the doorway as he patiently waited for the end of the workday.
As evening approached, crowds began to pour out of the building. After waiting for another ten minutes or so, Huang Zeyu was seen walking out of the lobby, followed by two henchmen.
A black sedan pulled up at the entrance, he bent down and got in, and the car quickly merged into the traffic.
Shen Jingchuan waited until the other car had driven several dozen meters before slowly starting his car and following, always keeping a distance of two or three car lengths, neither too close nor too far.
A dozen minutes later, the car in front stopped in front of a tastefully decorated private restaurant. Huang Zeyu got out of the car, and someone was already waiting to greet him at the door. The two shook hands, exchanged a few pleasantries, and walked inside side by side.
Shen Jingchuan didn't stop at the restaurant entrance. He drove forward for about a hundred meters, turned onto a side street, and found an ordinary-looking home-style restaurant. As soon as he entered, he asked the front desk if they had any private rooms. The waiter led him upstairs to a small private room with a window.
"This is the one." He glanced at the window, satisfied, and scanned the QR code to order and pay.
The dishes were served quickly. He looked up and instructed the waiter, "I need to make a few work calls later, so I don't like being disturbed. Once all the dishes are served, that's fine. No need to come in to refill my tea or water."
The waiter responded and left, closing the door behind him. Shen Jingchuan immediately got up, walked to the door, and locked it with a click.
He turned around and opened the back window. Below was a quiet back alley. He looked around and saw no one. The height was no more than three meters. He used one hand to support himself on the windowsill and jumped out, landing almost silently.
The alley was dimly lit. He deftly took out a set of black casual clothes from his storage space, put on a baseball cap, and pulled a black mask up to his nose, completely covering his face. He changed his shoes and followed the alley back to the main entrance of the private restaurant that Huang Zeyu had entered.
As I pushed open the glass door, a hostess immediately greeted me with a smile, "Hello sir, how many are in your party? Do you have a reservation?"
His voice was low and his tone was calm and natural. "I made an appointment with a friend, surnamed Huang, who just went upstairs a little while ago."
The hostess hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked, "May I ask which Mr. Huang you are?"
Huang Zeyu.
"Yes, sir. Mr. Huang is in room 308 on the third floor. I'll take you up." The hostess stepped aside to lead him towards the elevator, but just as she pressed the button to open the elevator door, Shen Jingchuan waved his hand.
"No need, I can go up myself. You go ahead with your work."
"This..." The greeter wanted to proceed according to protocol, but seeing Shen Jingchuan's unyielding demeanor, she had no choice but to stop. "Yes, sir."
The elevator went straight to the third floor. The hallway was quiet, except for a waiter who had just finished clearing the tableware and was carrying a tray toward the stairwell. He didn't even look this way.
Shen Jingchuan walked to the door of VIP room 308. The sounds inside weren't loud, but he could hear them clearly.
Then I heard a man's voice with a charlatanic air coming from inside, packing the tickets.
"Young Master Huang, please rest assured, this is no big deal here. I'll get that girl surnamed Meng back for you within three days. And I'll make sure her lover disappears without a trace. But let me make this clear, this job is quite serious, and the price we're asking for won't be low."
Shen Jingchuan pressed himself against the door, his knuckles slowly tightening, a chill mixed with anger surging within him.
Three of them had already been killed, but this group showed no sign of stopping, still relentlessly targeting Meng Ke, even plotting to kill themselves.
It seems my decision was right; damn it.
Without further hesitation, he gripped the doorknob, turned it, and pushed the door open, walking inside.
Three people were sitting around the round table in the private room. Huang Zeyu was facing the door, with a young man sitting next to him. The other person, with his back to the door, was busy picking up food and didn't seem to care about the person who pushed the door open.