Do You Know Who Our Boss Is?

Gu Shiyan remained unmoved by Qian Feihe's provocation, but when he heard Chu Tian's words, a flicker of amusement flashed through his eyes.

To flaunt his wealth, Qian Feihe had not only booked the largest private dining-and-KTV suite and ordered premium liquor, but also reserved several rooms, saying everyone should drink and have fun to their hearts' content, then stay the night after eating and drinking their fill to experience luxurious accommodations.

It had to be said that money was not omnipotent, but sometimes it really could produce remarkable results.

At least for the many people benefiting from his generosity, the way they looked at Qian Feihe had changed.

As the host, Qian Feihe displayed a rare degree of smoothness at the dinner table. He had one toast after another prepared, sweet-talking everyone into drinking quite a lot.

The more Chu Tian watched, the more anxious he became. He wanted to help Wen Lan fend off the drinks so she would not get drunk and fall into Qian Feihe's trap, but they were seated too far apart, and he had no chance to intervene.

Qian Feihe had ulterior motives in getting Wen Lan drunk, but his attempts to make Chu Tian and Gu Shiyan drink were purely for revenge.

Yesterday, he had spent a considerable amount of money spreading negative rumors and hiring online trolls to push the two of them onto the trending list, yet he had not gotten the result he wanted. Qian Feihe was furious, and even when he forced Chu Tian to drink with a fake smile, his words carried a hint of gunpowder.

Chu Tian was not afraid of him. The Chu family had not gone bankrupt yet, and with his brother holding things up above him, there were only things he did not want to do—nothing anyone could force him to do.

Chu Tian was already impatient with Qian Feihe, but Li Yu had gotten drunk and was in high spirits, joining in to urge him to drink as well.

Just as Chu Tian was taking a breath to suppress his anger, a hand reached out beside him and took away his wineglass.

"His alcohol tolerance is poor. I'll drink for him."

After saying that, Gu Shiyan downed a glass of strong liquor in one gulp, then even showed the director the clean bottom of the glass.

"Good tolerance!" The flushed-faced director immediately abandoned Chu Tian, hugged the bottle, and filled Gu Shiyan's glass again.

Naturally, Qian Feihe would not let such a good opportunity pass. Together with Li Yu, he forced several more drinks on Gu Shiyan in quick succession.

With a grim expression, Chu Tian quietly left the table, intending to find something to sober Gu Shiyan up.

But when he returned with hangover medicine, he discovered that several people were missing from the private room, where everyone had drunk themselves wild and was dancing like demons.

"Where are Sister Wen Lan and Qian Feihe?" Chu Tian dragged Song Qiang out from the corner, asking anxiously, "And Gu Shiyan and the director—why are they gone too?"

"Huh? I don't know." Song Qiang was clearly rather drunk as well. He shook his head with a vacant look in his eyes. "Wen Lan seemed to say she was going to the restroom. Someone was using the restroom in the private room, so she went out. I don't know about the others."

Chu Tian anxiously paced in place twice, then quickly called Tian Qianqian, who was equally tipsy, out of the private room and asked her to check whether Wen Lan was in the public restroom.

The drinks Qian Feihe had ordered were all high-proof liquor. The two of them had originally been so drunk they could barely walk straight, but seeing sweat beading on Chu Tian's forehead from anxiety, they were startled enough for some of the alcohol to wear off.

"Don't worry," Tian Qianqian comforted Chu Tian, slurring her words. "I'll go take a look right now."

She was wobbling as she walked, and Chu Tian worried about her while also fretting over Wen Lan's situation.

Yet for some reason, at a time like this, there was not a single waiter in the hallway. He and Song Qiang could only watch Tian Qianqian support herself against the wall as she entered the women's restroom.

A few minutes later, just as Chu Tian was growing impatient enough to nearly rush inside, Tian Qianqian finally came out.

"Wen Lan isn't in there." Tian Qianqian had not yet realized the seriousness of the situation. "Maybe she went to a public restroom on another floor? Do you need her for something?"

Chu Tian's heart sank. He regretted not warning Wen Lan sooner, while still worrying about Gu Shiyan and the director, who had suddenly disappeared as well.

All the trouble had piled up at once. Gritting his teeth, Chu Tian pulled out his phone and called Wu Hui. "Find out where Li Yu took Gu Shiyan, and bring more people over. Hurry."

After hanging up, Chu Tian rushed to the club's front desk and asked for Qian Feihe's room number.

At first, the receptionist said it was customer privacy and that they could not disclose it.

"He drank too much, and we can't reach him now. I need to go check on him." Chu Tian took out the hangover medicine he had just bought and put on a fierce front despite his inner weakness. "If something happens to a guest at your club, can you take responsibility for it?!"

The receptionists exchanged looks, but none of them dared to bear that responsibility. They could only give him the room number. Without another word, Chu Tian rushed toward the elevator.

Seeing him like this, Song Qiang and Tian Qianqian sobered up by more than half. After exchanging a glance, they followed him.

"You suspect..." Song Qiang paused, then swallowed the rest of his words.

Having worked in the industry for many years, he had long developed the habit of being cautious with his words to avoid bringing trouble upon himself.

"I don't know." Chu Tian shook his head honestly. "It's only a guess, but he'd better not have."

Tian Qianqian gave Chu Tian a thoughtful look. His reaction did not seem like a mere guess.

The three of them hurried to the room the front desk had indicated. The moment they arrived outside, they heard screams and the sound of things being smashed coming from within.

Chu Tian panicked and hurriedly knocked on the door, calling out, "Sister Wen Lan? Sister Wen Lan, are you in there?"

As though they had heard his voice, the screams inside grew more urgent and shrill.

Seeing this, Song Qiang could no longer worry about anything else. He motioned for Chu Tian and Tian Qianqian to step back and prepared to kick down the door.

After thinking for a moment, Chu Tian immediately took out his phone, tapped it a few times, then placed it in his front chest pocket.

The club had spent a fortune on its construction. Even after Song Qiang kicked the door several times, it still would not open. The club manager, alerted by the commotion, arrived first with several people.

"What are you doing?" the manager shouted angrily. "You're causing trouble! How dare you make trouble in our club? Do you know who our boss is? Do you have a death wish?!"

"Then do you know who I am?" Chu Tian sneered, motioning for Song Qiang to continue. "Get lost if you know what's good for you."

The manager froze for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Chu Tian's face. After confirming that he did not recognize him, his arrogance returned. He raised a hand, signaling the people he had brought to stop Chu Tian and the others and throw them out.

Just then, with a deafening crash, Song Qiang finally kicked the door open.

The crooked door slammed into the wall and bounced back. The tremendous noise stunned everyone, and Chu Tian seized the moment to rush inside.

In the lavishly decorated room stood an enormous waterbed. Wen Lan, her shirt torn open and hair disheveled, was clutching the blanket with a terrified expression as she desperately curled up in the corner. Her limbs were so weak that she could not even get out of bed.

Qian Feihe stood beside the bed, bare-chested, with his belt and zipper completely undone. There was even a bleeding scratch across his chest.

Hearing the commotion, he turned his vicious gaze toward the people who had burst into the room and cursed at the manager, "What the hell are you good for? You can't even stop a few people!"