The man had just finished speaking when he moved to grab her, and Wen Tang retreated in fright.
She had only moved back a few steps when her back hit the wall. She immediately shouted loudly, "I'm not a waitress! Come any closer and I'll call the police!"
Hearing the word "police" not only did the man not sober up, but he seemed even more excited.
"Call the police? Wandering around here at this time, you really think I don't know what you're up to? It's just a matter of not agreeing on a price. Let's go inside and talk it over slowly."
As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Wen Tang's wrist, trying to forcefully pull her into the private room.
"Let go of me!"
Wen Tang panicked instantly, her hands desperately clinging to the door frame, her body straining in the opposite direction.
But the disparity in strength between men and women was too great. In her panic, Wen Tang grabbed whatever was in her hand and smashed it hard against him.
With a dull thud, the man let go of Wen Tang's hand in pain, clutching his bleeding head, while Wen Tang angrily cursed him:
"You jerk, how dare you hit me!"
The man grabbed Wen Tang's hair and pulled her toward the private room. The overpowering force caused Wen Tang to fall backward, shards of glass on the ground painfully piercing her skin.
Her white suit was stained with patches of bright red.
No matter how much Wen Tang struggled, the pain on her scalp and the warm sensation on her body eventually broke her psychological defenses, and she cried out desperately:
"Help! Somebody help me!"
Finally, the noise here attracted a security guard who was patrolling.
"Who's there?"
The security guard advanced while brandishing a stun baton. Upon seeing clearly the man and woman on the ground, his expression turned somewhat hesitant.
The people who frequented this club were all either rich or noble. Such incidents were common, and those people could easily suppress any serious matters.
They were just ordinary people who relied on a salary to get by, and such matters were too much for them to handle.
Seeing the security guard's hesitation, the man grew even more reckless, dragging Wen Tang toward the private room.
By now, Wen Tang was in despair. She fiercely bit down on the man's arm, exhausting all her strength. A strong taste of blood spread through Wen Tang's mouth.
The man let out a scream of agony and violently threw Wen Tang away. She slammed hard against the wall, and he glanced at the horrific wound on his arm, anger surging in his heart.
"Damn it, dare to bite me? I'll kill you!"
With that, the man charged at Wen Tang again. Wen Tang, dragging her limp legs, tried with all her might to crawl forward, but it was in vain as the man grabbed her by the collar from behind.
Unable to contain his fury, the man raised his hand high. Wen Tang, with a look of horror, tried to dodge, but her nape was tightly grasped, and she couldn't move at all.
Just as the slap was about to land, the anticipated pain didn't come. Gathering her courage, Wen Tang dared to open her eyes a slit.
"Who gave you the audacity to touch my people?"
Pei Heyan's icy voice rang in Wen Tang's ears. Stunned for a moment, the instinct to survive made her run behind Pei Heyan.
He tightly grasped the man's wrist, the veins on his hand standing out, and the sound of bones creaking filled the air.
With a fierce kick, the man flew out several meters like a rag.
Painful cries echoed through the entire hallway, and the man retreated in terror, his head flung back as Pei Heyan, like a jade-faced demon, leaned over and stared at the man on the stairs who was in so much pain that he lost his voice.
His possessions, even if he did not want them, were not allowed to be touched by anyone else.
Wen Tang was startled by the scene in front of him and stood there in shock for a long while without moving.
Suddenly, a hand reached over and blocked Wen Tang's view, and Pei Heyan, uncharacteristically gentle, pulled him into his embrace.
"Scared?"
Wen Tang hadn't even had the chance to answer when a bright female voice came from behind.
"So you're all here."
Lu Nianxin gazed calmly at the man on the ground, her high heels clicking on the floor, and slowly wrapped her arms around Pei Heyan's elbow after standing beside him.
"This was a bit impulsive of an act, you are not a teenager anymore. How can you still throw punches?"
Lu Nianxin carefully lifted Pei Heyan's palm, which had somehow been cut, the fresh blood gushing out, and her movements were gentle as she wiped it.
"Besides, we're about to get married. If Secretary Wen wants to find another spot, should you stop him? Maybe they had already agreed on a price, and you smashed it with your punch."
Lu Nianxin's words were filled with scorn and sarcasm. Wen Tang's face turned pale, and he opened his mouth to explain but realized he had no ground to stand on.
The event in the private room continued, and when those inside didn't see the two, they followed out. Seeing it was just a minor issue, they called security to handle it, and Pei Heyan continued to hold Lu Nianxin as they returned to the private room.
During this time, he did not give a single glance to Wen Tang.
Staring at their retreating figures, Wen Tang felt as if she were in an icy cave, chilling from the inside out.
She hailed a cab for herself, just as she settled in the back seat and closed her eyes, a ringtone sounded—it was Wen Lan.
"Where are you?"
The other end of the phone was noisy, a shrill female voice reached Wen Tang's ears.
Without waiting for Wen Tang's response, the voice continued, "You immediately bring me ten thousand yuan, right to the place at the Five Directions!"
Hearing this, Wen Tang switched hands and held the phone, her entire being exuding tiredness.
"You're gambling again?"
Wen Lan seemed not to have heard Wen Tang, her entire focus caught up in the card game on the table.
"Oh, hurry! Since you were a child, it was me who took care of you, and now that you're grown, you don't care about me anymore, huh?! I think you're cut from the same cloth as your heartless father!"
Wen Lan's shouts became harsher, causing even the cab driver in front to frequently look back.
Wen Tang endured the heat on her cheeks and murmured with her lip bitten:
"The last time!"
Over the years, the money Wen Tang had earned from being beside Pei Heyan mostly ended up in Wen Lan's pockets. Her compulsive gambling was like a bottomless pit; Wen Tang wanted to break away more than once, but she ultimately couldn't make that decision as it involved her own biological mother.
The car stopped near the Five Directions, and following the location Wen Lan had sent on WeChat, Wen Tang navigated a convoluted route to an inconspicuous little room. Before she even pushed the door open, she smelled the strong odor of tobacco and alcohol inside.
A man's angry bellow caught Wen Tang's attention.
"How long has it been? If you don't have the money, don't pretend to be wealthy. Saying your daughter will be here soon, I think you made up your daughter just to deceive me!"