When Wen Baozhu arrived at Fengjingxuan, there was already a waiter sent by Fu Lian waiting at the door.
Seeing Wen Baozhu, the waiter respectfully pointed the way and led her towards the private room.
Fu Lian was standing in the outdoor smoking area, a cigarette between his fingers. The burning end had almost reached the filter.
Wen Baozhu walked over and faintly smelled the alcohol on him.
It seemed that he had drunk quite a bit.
"Here you are?" Fu Lian turned his head, stubbed out the cigarette, rubbed his temples, and closed his eyes expressionlessly.
The lights in the corridor of the private rooms were not very bright. Looking at him from the side, his eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes.
For some reason, Wen Baozhu felt that Fu Lian was different today.
He seemed exhausted and also very cold.
"Mr. Fu, do you need me for something?" Wen Baozhu stepped closer and asked.
Fu Lian's gaze, through his glasses, landed on Wen Baozhu's face.
Since they mostly met at night, Wen Baozhu didn't see him wearing glasses very often.
She was a bit unaccustomed to this version of Fu Lian and subconsciously shifted her gaze downward.
Fu Lian stared at her quietly, as if trying to catch something from her facial expression.
After a moment, he casually withdrew his gaze.
"Two wealthy businessmen from Ning City have come. Their hometown is Fucheng. Fu Enterprises is planning to discuss a cross - sea cooperation with them." His deep eyes fixed on her, and his tone was flat. "You're a local, so you'll have something in common with them."
Wen Baozhu immediately understood.
Fu Lian probably didn't go to the mainland very often. He needed a local to start the conversation and build a closer relationship.
Only when the atmosphere got lively could they further discuss the cooperation.
Wen Baozhu nodded. "I understand."
Wen Baozhu's clear eyes were especially pure under the light, without a trace of filth.
If he didn't know that she had met Li Wenshu alone today, there was really a moment when one might think that she was whole - heartedly loyal to him.
A faint smile played on Fu Lian's lips. But upon closer inspection, one could tell that it was not admiration but mockery.
"You go in first. I'll light another cigarette outside."
...
As soon as she pushed open the door, two pairs of eyes immediately focused on Wen Baozhu.
There were indeed two men inside, probably in their forties.
One had his collar open, and the other had his cuffs rolled up. Both had flushed faces, clearly having drunk too much. The stench of alcohol in the private room made one subconsciously wrinkle their nose.
When they saw Wen Baozhu, both of them brightened up.
"Wow, a beauty."
One of them let out a disgusting laugh and proudly puffed out his beer belly. "Mr. Fu is so generous. Where did he find such a charming girl?"
"Judging from her appearance, she's a girl from the mainland. She has a special charm."
The other one also laughed, leering at Wen Baozhu. "We're in for a good time tonight!"
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Didn't Fu Lian say they were wealthy businessmen from Fucheng?
Their familiar Cantonese accents and lewd tones didn't sound like people from the mainland, let alone from Fucheng.
One of them stood up and grabbed Wen Baozhu's arm. "Brother Liang and I have an appointment tonight. We're going to have some fun. You, the main character, can't be absent!"
Wen Baozhu took a deep breath. "Sorry, gentlemen. I might have entered the wrong room."
"Sister, who said you entered the wrong room?"
The one surnamed Liang, who was originally sitting, stood up and blocked her with a smile. "Mr. Fu said that the girl who comes in later is for us to do whatever we want with."
Wen Baozhu's mind went blank at first, and then her thoughts began to fall apart. She remembered Fu Lian's cold attitude and that ambiguous smile...
The color quickly drained from Wen Baozhu's face. It turned pale, and she tightly pursed her lips.
Her first reaction was that she must have offended Fu Lian somewhere; otherwise, why would he send her into the wolf's den?
"Good girl, come and sit on my lap. Be obedient and you'll get a treat."
Seeing the man's dirty hand about to reach for her leg, Wen Baozhu's face suddenly changed. Without thinking further, she slapped him.
Slap!
She used so much force that her palm started to feel hot and painful.
The private room fell silent for a second.
The man surnamed Liang, who had been slapped, instantly turned ferocious and cursed a string of dirty words.
"You slut, you've got quite a temper!" In his anger, he covered his face and reached for Wen Baozhu's hair.
She turned to run outside, but the other man came around from behind and grabbed her shoulders. His hand slipped under the hem of her sweater.
"Ouch, this waist is so smooth..."
The cold and rough touch on her skin made Wen Baozhu's pupils suddenly dilate. She let out a shrill scream!
Just then, the thick door of the private room was pushed open from the outside.
Fu Lian stepped into the room. His eyes casually swept over everyone's faces and finally landed on Wen Baozhu.
Her hair was in disarray, and through the strands, her terrified eyes were revealed. Her face was as pale as paper.
This delicate and vulnerable look was like a lotus flower soaked in the rain.
When she looked up at him, her long and fair swan - neck was exposed. One could easily leave a bruise on it with a hand.
She looked extremely frightened, gasping for breath. She almost staggered to his feet and knelt down in front of him with a thud.
Fu Lian lowered his eyes and looked down at the top of her head.
She didn't know what she had done wrong or what had angered him. "Mr. Fu, I don't know where I went wrong, but I can change. Please don't give me to others, okay?"
Wen Baozhu's voice was almost a plea. She never thought that one day she would be so humble.
But she knew that in the whole Hong Kong, only Fu Lian could protect her and also crush her.
If she didn't bow her head now, she would have no way to call for help later.
Fu Lian curled his lips into a smile. He leaned over, reached out and pinched her chin to take a good look at her face.
There were tear - streaks at the corners of her eyes. She looked so pitiful.
His eyes were cold but still sharp enough to capture her expression and reaction to judge if she was acting or lying.
Wen Baozhu was extremely panicked. She was afraid that Fu Lian would turn around heartlessly and lock her up with the two beasts in the room again. "Please, take me away."
Her breathing was rapid. The unknown fear was dragging her down.
It was like a sword hanging above her head, ready to fall and cut off her head at any moment.
In this waiting, she was in great agony.
In the silence, Fu Lian slowly took off his suit and covered it on her.
Then, the man stretched out his broad palm and gently and gentlemanly picked her up horizontally from the ground.
"Baozhu, don't be afraid."
His tone was so calm as he held her steadily in his arms. He said casually, "It's just a little joke. How could I be willing to give you away?"