How Dare You Lay a Hand on Chu Er? You've Got Some Nerve!

The moment Tian Qianqian saw the mess strewn across the floor and Wen Lan's reaction, she immediately understood what had happened. With a short gasp, she rushed over, took off her coat, and covered Wen Lan with it.

The manager bowed and scraped as he apologized to Qian Feihe, hastily signaling for his men to throw Chu Tian and the others out.

Chu Tian turned slightly to face Qian Feihe directly, furious. "What are you trying to do to Sister Wen Lan? This is against the law!"

"None of your damn business." Qian Feihe sneered disdainfully. "I say she threw herself at me. What evidence do you have? What can you do to me? If you idiots hadn't barged in, I'd have already gotten what I wanted. What are you standing around for? Throw them all out!"

"Qian Feihe, have you no shame at all?!" Tian Qianqian trembled with rage at his shameless behavior. Protecting Wen Lan, she tried to help her down from the bed. "I'm calling the police. We're all witnesses. Just wait for prison!"

Wen Lan was clearly not right. Her face was flushed, her gaze shifting between clarity and delirium, and her entire body was so weak that she could not move on her own. It was obvious she had been drugged.

But aside from Tian Qianqian, everyone else was male, and Wen Lan's clothes had been violently torn to pieces, so they could not conveniently lend a hand.

"I want to see the surveillance footage." Chu Tian turned coldly toward the manager and made his demand. "I need to know how our friend vanished on her way to the restroom and ended up here. Please cooperate."

The manager glanced at Qian Feihe's expression, then arrogantly mocked Chu Tian for overestimating himself. "Sorry, the hotel's internal surveillance involves guests' privacy and will not be disclosed."

After saying that, as if his patience had finally run out, the manager ordered his men to carry Chu Tian and the others out.

Song Qiang stepped fiercely in front of Chu Tian, his fists cracking as he clenched them. With a roar from deep in his chest, he took on several people at once, knocking down every waiter who rushed at him.

Chu Tian retreated several steps in a row, making more room for Song Qiang to move while protecting the two women behind him.

As the situation descended into chaos, Qian Feihe lost all interest and flew into a rage. His gaze dark and vicious, he glared at Chu Tian, the culprit who had ruined his fun, grabbed something, and hurled it at him.

When Chu Tian saw the chair flying straight at his head, his heart seemed to stop for two seconds. If he dodged, it would hit Tian Qianqian and Wen Lan behind him.

His thoughts racing, he gritted his teeth and shut his eyes, intending to take the blow head-on.

Bang!

At the dull sound of something heavy striking flesh, Chu Tian froze. Feeling no pain at all, he abruptly opened his eyes.

Gu Shiyan had appeared at some point and was now standing in front of Chu Tian. A shattered chair lay at his feet.

Chu Tian stared blankly at the sweat beading on Gu Shiyan's forehead from the pain, his heart suddenly racing.

Gu Shiyan asked, "Are you okay?"

"I-I, I'm fine." Chu Tian came back to himself and looked helplessly at Gu Shiyan. "Are you okay? Where did you get hurt?"

Gu Shiyan shook his head as if he wanted to say something, but then an unfamiliar cry rang out.

"What are you doing? What is going on here?!"

Following the sound, Chu Tian saw another large group of people pour in through the doorway, quickly putting an end to the farce.

Wu Hui followed behind a handsome, elite-looking man in a suit. His handsome face bore some resemblance to Chu Tian's current one, and Chu Tian immediately guessed his identity—

"Brother!" Like a child whose candy had been snatched away, Chu Tian saw a parent who could stand up for him, and grievance instantly welled up inside him, reddening his eyes.

Chu Maoming frowned at the sight and strode over, pulling him around to inspect him from every angle. "Are you hurt?"

"N-no." Chu Tian sniffed, seeming to find it a little embarrassing. He lowered his head and asked in a muffled voice, "Why did you come?"

"You still have the nerve to ask?" Chu Maoming was so angry he laughed. "Did you forget whose man Wu Hui is?"

Chu Tian blanked for a second before realizing.

Back then, because "Chu Tian" had lusted after Gu Shiyan and desperately insisted on entering the entertainment industry, Chu Maoming had been worried about him and specifically arranged for Wu Hui to manage him.

Wu Hui had gone from being a top agent with many artists under his wing to becoming Chu Tian's exclusive manager. The conditions Chu Maoming had offered in exchange were easy to imagine.

When Chu Tian asked Wu Hui to find someone, Wu Hui immediately contacted Chu Maoming. Worried that something might happen to his younger brother, Chu Maoming had not felt at ease and personally rushed over with bodyguards.

There was also another person who came in with Chu Maoming. He had a head of bleached blond hair and a lip ring, dark circles beneath his eyes and unsteady steps. He looked like some delinquent lackey with failing kidneys.

The startled cry that had first caught Chu Tian's attention had come from him.

"What the hell is going on?" Blondie was furious. He kicked the manager, who had been swaggering around just moments ago. "How dare you lay a hand on Chu Er? You've got some nerve!"

Chu Tian stared at Blondie's bright golden, fluffy hair for several seconds before suddenly remembering that this was one of "his" friends.

Over the past few days, he had been busy recording the show and, in order not to give himself away, had basically not taken the initiative to contact the original owner's relatives or friends.

The only reason he remembered Blondie was because the guy was too narcissistic. His WeChat profile picture was a close-up selfie of that very face.

The spoiled rich second-generation heirs of City A had a group chat. They usually shared newly discovered fun places, loudly organized all sorts of extravagant, decadent activities, and Chu Tian had learned quite a lot from lurking in the WeChat group these past few days.

Blondie seemed to be quite close to Chu Tian and would occasionally @ him in the group, inviting him out to have fun.

What was his WeChat contact name again...

Just as Chu Tian racked his brains trying to remember the man's name, afraid of exposing himself, Chu Maoming had already called it out. "Jin Mao, you'd better give me an explanation for what happened today."

Chu Tian: "..."

Huh, his name really is Blondie!

Hearing Chu Tian's inner thoughts, Gu Shiyan shot him an imperceptible glance, frowning thoughtfully.

Jin Mao sounded as though he knew Chu Tian well. Why did Chu Tian seem as if he did not recognize him at all?

Jin Mao's expression twisted as he shot a vicious glare at the manager, who was sweating coldly and did not dare make a sound.

What kind of mess was this!

This high-end club had been spearheaded by Jin Mao and jointly funded with several of his fair-weather friends. Chu Tian had also invested in it.

He had no idea Chu Tian had come to the club today. He had originally arranged to have fun with several other rich second-generation friends, only to run into Chu Maoming arriving aggressively with a group of bodyguards, saying Chu Tian had been bullied at the club.

How could that be allowed!

Jin Mao found it utterly absurd. Chu Tian was one of the shareholders, after all. If he got bullied on their own turf, wouldn't they be laughed to death if word got out?

"Young Master Jin..." The manager swallowed, only now beginning to feel afraid. "Th-this is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"