In this day and age, this sort of thing hardly counted as a particularly disgraceful scandal.
But for a new bride who had just married into a wealthy family, it was a little more serious.
Especially since Jiang Muyan was in a vegetative state.
And the old man was rigid and feudal-minded.
With someone deliberately fanning the flames, Song Yutang could very well end up being divorced.
Even if she wasn't divorced, an incident like this would greatly diminish the weight her words carried with the old man.
"Don't worry. This was an oversight on our club's part. We'll make sure it's taken care of thoroughly." Jiang Muyan also realized how serious this was and intended to remove the memory card and destroy it.
"Have your manager come see me." Song Yutang snatched the camera from his hand.
When she returned to the private room with the camera, Wen Jingyan was laughing nonstop at something Gu Zheng was saying.
But after seeing the photos, her smile instantly froze. "This... this is... someone secretly took pictures of us? No... these angles... it was deliberate, and you were the main target..."
Something suddenly occurred to her, and she jerked her head up to explain. "Only Jiang Sinian and Jiang Shiya knew we were coming here... I... it wasn't me. I wasn't working with them..."
"I know it wasn't you. Because if this blows up, you won't be able to keep yourself out of it either. Your life in the Jiang Family is already hard enough. There's no reason for you to get yourself covered in stink too. I just want to ask you how we should handle this."
The original owner of her body had only been an ordinary person and lacked experience dealing with this sort of thing.
But Wen Jingyan was someone who had married into a wealthy family through her own abilities and had single-handedly founded her own haute couture brand.
Song Yutang put the question to her partly to lay everything out clearly, and partly to learn the rules of the game in this era.
Wen Jingyan took a deep breath and turned to Gu Zheng beside her. "Please ask your manager to come in."
No sooner had she spoken than a soft knock came at the door.
The manager led Jiang Muyan inside, cold sweat still beading on his forehead as he repeatedly bowed in apology. "Ladies, we're truly sorry. This was an oversight on our part tonight..."
Wen Jingyan cut him off, her voice icy. "We chose this place for its privacy and security. And what happened? Not only did you let someone sneak in to take photos, you also let a guest be harassed. If word gets out, where is Young Master Gu supposed to put his face?"
Gu Zheng raised an eyebrow slightly.
As expected of a rural exam grinder who had managed to secure her footing in a wealthy family, she even knew who was behind this club.
The manager trembled in fright too and hurriedly replied, "We've already sent people after the paparazzo and the man who harassed your friend. We'll have results soon, and we'll definitely give you both a satisfactory answer."
Wen Jingyan turned to Song Yutang. "You're the one they're targeting. You should decide how to handle it."
Song Yutang slowly raised her head, fixing her gaze on her without blinking. "What if I insist on pursuing this to the very end?"
Wen Jingyan immediately understood what she meant.
After a long silence, she finally sighed. "I support you. What era are we living in, and they're still spreading sexual rumors? Even if Jiang Sinian did it, he absolutely cannot be let off."
Song Yutang's gaze immediately grew somewhat complicated. "You might get dragged into it."
Wen Jingyan curled her lips mockingly. "If he really did it, it was either to tattle to Grandpa or to ruin your reputation outside the family. When he did it, he should have considered that I was involved too. If he hurt you, I wouldn't escape either. He never intended to care whether I lived or died, so why should I think of him? Besides, you only came here tonight to keep me company. I can't just watch you get splashed with dirty water."
Song Yutang fell silent again, then said softly, "Thank you."
No wonder she always felt that Wen Jingyan was out of place among Jiang Qingyu's family.
At their core, they simply weren't the same kind of people.
It was already a miracle that this marriage had lasted three years.
Wen Jingyan gave a bitter smile. "What are you thanking me for? I'm clearly the one who dragged you into this. Do whatever you want. Don't worry about me."
Song Yutang nodded silently, then turned to the manager. "Pull up the security footage from when I was harassed, and get statements from the paparazzo and that man. I want them to confess on camera who exactly put them up to it."
Jiang Muyan's gaze shifted slightly.
He thought he understood what she wanted to do.
But he didn't stop her. Instead, he instructed the manager quietly, "Do as this lady says."
Although the manager didn't know who Jiang Muyan was, Gu Zheng obeyed his every word, so he didn't dare show the slightest neglect either.
He nodded hastily. "Yes, yes. I'll get right on it."
Song Yutang picked up a thick stack of cash from the coffee table and handed it over. "Thank you and your men for your hard work. Treat everyone to a late-night meal."
Wen Jingyan also took out a stack of bills and handed it over. "Count me in for tonight's late-night meal. This is my first time bringing a girlfriend here. You wouldn't want to disappoint your guests and ruin the club's reputation, would you?"
Holding the heavy stacks of cash, the manager broke into an even heavier cold sweat. "Of course not, of course not... rest assured, ladies. We'll handle everything properly."
Jiang Muyan left the private room with him and headed straight for the private lounge at the end of the corridor.
This was where the club handled private matters.
The sleazy man who had harassed Song Yutang earlier was being pinned to a chair by two bodyguards, still spewing foul-mouthed abuse. "Do you know who the hell I am? Lay a finger on me, and my dad will kill you..."
Without another word, Jiang Muyan drove a vicious punch straight into his greasy face.
"Aah!"
The sleazy man screamed as blood gushed from his nose.
Jiang Muyan shook out his wrist, his voice as cold as ice. "Break his arms and legs first. President Gu will take responsibility if anything happens."
The dull crack of breaking bones and shrill screams instantly echoed through the room.
Jiang Muyan simply watched coldly.
Blind bastard. He even dared to harass my wife.
Today, he would walk in and be carried out.
A little while later, the paparazzo who had fled was caught and brought back too.
Screams rang out once more.
A dozen or so minutes later, Jiang Muyan returned to the private room carrying a tablet.
He played two videos for Song Yutang. "The paparazzo has confessed and admitted someone put him up to it. But they only communicated through WeChat. He took the money to get evidence of you 'cheating' and doesn't know who the other person actually is. As for that sleazy man, he's just an ordinary nouveau riche second-generation heir. His private room happened to be directly across from yours. The paparazzo approached him when he went to the restroom, posing as an agent and saying he wanted to introduce him to a minor celebrity. With lust going to his head, he kept watching your room. When he saw you open the door, he followed you out and harassed you..."
Song Yutang sneered. "They covered their tracks quite neatly."
As the owner behind the scenes, Gu Zheng found this incident somewhat embarrassing.
He coughed awkwardly and signaled to the manager with his eyes. "Issue each lady a diamond black card. Everything tonight is on the house, and send over two bottles of collector's edition Romanée-Conti as an apology. Whenever they come in from now on, take them straight to a private room on the top floor. Everything is free."
Jiang Muyan immediately added, "But that doesn't include the male model service."
Wen Jingyan glanced at Gu Zheng in some surprise, then took several stacks of cash from the table and stuffed them into his arms. "Thanks for your hard work tonight. This is your tip."
Song Yutang handed the remaining money to Jiang Muyan. "You helped too. Take this money home to pay for your parents' medical treatment."
Although this top seller was suspected of crossing the line, he had handled the aftermath well.
She wouldn't be stingy about what he deserved.
Besides, anyone who could run the manager around in circles like that had some ability.
She was new here, after all. She would rather do him a favor than make an enemy.
Jiang Muyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he could only obediently accept it and deftly pull up his backup WeChat account. "Would you mind adding me on WeChat? If you want to come here again, you can contact me directly."