People who drink too much tend to talk more.
Although the boss's words were slurred, Mu Zi pieced together enough to understand the gist, which deepened his despair towards the lady boss. It was a despair that was complete, penetrating to the bone.
The boss revealed that Ningxiang Pavilion was now just a shell. The lady boss had been embezzling funds from the restaurant and his other assets, secretly transferring the money to her account. He, a straightforward man, had noticed this but had made the mistake of trusting her too much. He thought there must be a special reason for her actions, perhaps to prevent him from spending recklessly. But later, he discovered the truth. Hiring a private detective to investigate the rumors of his wife's infidelity, he learned the devastating truth.
The man with glasses was her first love, a college classmate, and now a manager at the Mingdu Business Hotel. The detective's investigation revealed they had been together for a long time.
So, the boss doubted that from the day she married him, she and her first love had set a trap, using her body and time to steal his money. Now, it was clear: the seemingly respectable woman was a big fraudster.
The boss said he didn't want a divorce, never. She had deceived and mocked him.
He hated people playing with his emotions the most. Since she had done it, he couldn't let her off with a simple divorce. He wanted her to pay the price.
These were the words of a man deep in his cups. After hearing them, Mu Zi felt chills running down his spine.
He wanted to make her pay...
Mu Zi could see that the boss, though seemingly rough, had a deep and singular devotion to love. Such a person, once invested in love, would go to any lengths. But similarly, if he found his beloved had deceived him...
Shivering involuntarily, Mu Zi could hear the resolute ruthlessness in the boss's words.
He wanted to advise him against acting rashly and that everything could be solved gradually. But even he felt unable to speak.
After all, what right did he have to advise him? Hadn't he also resorted to the most extreme measures when facing hatred?
He remembered those men, along with Lao Da, Lao San, and Ma Liu.
No, they deserved death; they were scum, vermin, devoid of humanity. And the lady boss? Mu Zi thought of her beautiful face, her gentle words, the thick envelope of cash, the Grey Wolf perfume she gave Yezi...
He wanted to tell the boss that the lady boss was a good person, that good people can make mistakes. But helplessly, he found the rough man already asleep, snoring thunderously, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Was he crying?
Such a person wouldn't heed advice. Just like... just like himself. Only through personal experience could one truly understand the taste of hatred.
Mu Zi abandoned the idea of advising the boss.
Mu Zi couldn't drive, so he couldn't leave.
Idly watching the time, he realized it was already past 4 PM. In another hour, the restaurant would start getting busy.
But the boss had just said that Ningxiang Pavilion was now an empty shell... Was he about to lose his job?
Was his first work experience about to end so soon?
What about the money? What about Yezi? The ten thousand yuan already seemed like a lot, but in the face of leukemia, it wasn't enough for even one chemotherapy session...
Mu Zi suddenly felt overwhelmed.
At that moment, his phone rang with a message. It came from the boss's jacket pocket.
Right, he could use the boss's phone to call someone to pick up both himself and the boss.
Thinking so, Mu Zi took out the boss's phone.
The phone's screen showed a happy photo of the boss and lady boss embracing. As he opened the new message, Mu Zi unintentionally saw its content.
The message read: "200,000, and we'll do it cleanly and efficiently."
200,000... cleanly and efficiently...
Mu Zi suddenly realized with a chill that the message was clearly about hiring someone to kill. The boss was planning to take revenge on the lady boss!
Indeed, this was the ultimate way for someone like the boss to deal with emotions. The solution to hatred was to kill the other party! It was common sense.
But was it really necessary to go to such extremes against the lady boss?
No. He couldn't let the boss do this.
Almost instinctively, Mu Zi quickly deleted the message.
That wasn't enough; he had to make sure they couldn't contact each other again. Mu Zi thought to throw the phone into a glass of water but then realized the boss would simply get a new SIM card and reestablish contact...
After a few seconds, Mu Zi looked at the boss, snoring away, then struggled with the phone until he successfully blocked the number that sent the message and set it to reject calls and messages. He then found a colleague's number in the phonebook and called them...
The colleague arrived quickly, and together with Mu Zi, they struggled to carry the boss to the Audi and drove back to Ningxiang Pavilion.
"No wonder we couldn't find you; you were bonding with the boss, huh? You're clever!" The colleague, a talkative man in his forties, seemed excited to drive the Audi again. He started joking with Mu Zi.
"Bonding?" Mu Zi gave a half-hearted smile and asked, "You said you were looking for me? What for?"
"Oh, a young man came looking for you at the restaurant, said he was your classmate," the colleague replied while driving. "Oh yeah, he said if you're free, you should go to the Municipal Hospital."
"The Municipal Hospital?" Mu Zi was shocked. "He said to go to the Municipal Hospital?"
"Yes. He seemed to be in a hurry, said a few words, and then left," the colleague answered.
"Stop the car! No... take me to the Municipal City Hospital immediately!" Mu Zi shouted urgently.