"You’re drunk aren’t you? Stay where you are I’ll come find you.."
Ming Beicheng ended the call and got into the car, driving off immediately.
"Hey..b-bartender guy..I wanna pay my bill please.."
Song Jia yawned, the acohol made her dizzy now all she wanted to do was just lie down.
"Yes, your bill is 3 thousand yuan.."
Song Jia nodded and stumbly pass her card to the bartender, after collecting it she placed it inside her purse and got down from the stool.
Towards her left from a table not too far from her, where 5-6 men sat having drinks and watching her from where they were.
"Seems like she’s leaving now, this would be the perfect chance to act like good samaritans and have some fun after..."
Song Jia staggered, this was a good spot for taxis so she’ll be able to find one as soon as she left the bar.
"Hey miss need some help.."
A man grabbed her arm helping her steady herself.
"Oh thank you.."
Her vision was blurry so she could only let the man lead her out not noticing the other men behind them.
"Thank you, I can manage on my own..look there’s even a taxi there.."
Song Jia pointed at the black car that parked beside the bar, the man raised a brow that wasn’t a taxi, he looked at Song Jia and chuckled.
She was wasted! They could do whatever they want with her.
"She has such a nice name.."
The second man stroked her cheeks making Song Jia flinch.
"Thank you mister you can let me go now.."
The man chuckled as his grip tightened and wrapped his hands around her waist.
Meanwhile Ming Beicheng searched for Song Jia, he was pretty sure this was the bar she had gone to. It was the closest one too.
"Let me go!"
He head turned to the direction of the voice, it was Song Jia’s.
Ming Beicheng’s jaw clenched as he quickly approached the scene. "Get away from her!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the night air.
The men turned, startled by the interruption. The one who had been holdingSong Jia sneered at Ming Beicheng. "Who the hell are you? Mind your own business, pretty boy."
"She is my business," Ming Beicheng growled, stepping closer. "Now back off."
The leader of the group, a tall man with a scar across his cheek, laughed mockingly. "Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?"
Without warning, Ming Beicheng’s fist connected with the man’s jaw, sending him staggering backward. The others, momentarily shocked, quickly recovered and rushed at Ming Beicheng.
The street erupted into chaos. Ming Beicheng, driven by a protective fury, fought very aggressively.
He ducked under a wild swing, countering with a sharp elbow to one man’s abdomen. Another tried to grab him from behind, but Ming Beicheng used the attacker’s momentum to flip him over his shoulder.
Despite being outnumbered, Ming Beicheng’s knowledge of martial arts gave him an edge.
He moved with a fluid grace, each strike precise and powerful. One by one, the men fell, groaning and clutching their various injuries.
As the last man crumpled to the ground, Ming Beicheng stood panting, his knuckles bloodied and a thin cut on his cheek.
He quickly turned to Song Jia, who had slid down the lamppost and was now sitting on the sidewalk, staring at him with wide, unfocused eyes.
"Ming... Beicheng?" she slurred, her voice filled with confusion and awe.
He rushed to her side, kneeling next to her. "It’s okay, Song Jia. I’m here now. You’re safe."
As he gently helped her to her feet, Song Jia leaned heavily against him, mumbling, "You... you came. You fought for me."
Ming Beicheng wrapped a protective arm around her waist, supporting her weight. "Of course I did, Song Jia. I’m afraid my heart won’t let me ignore you."
As he guided her towards his car, leaving behind the groaning men on the sidewalk.
"I still can’t bear to let you hate or see you with another man. You can only belong to me Song Jia.."
Ming Beicheng chose to carry her to his house, he didn’t like the idea of leaving her alone and his apartment was much more bigger than hers.
"So tired.."
Song Jia slumped on the chair and blurpped lightly.
"Here drink this.."
Song Jia suddenly stood up and threw up all the over herself and Ming Beicheng.
"Fuck!"
Ming Beicheng immediately took of his shirt, he couldn’t stand the smell of vomit and carried Song Jia to the bathroom.
"I won’t apologize for seeing your body, you won’t have drank too much.."
Ming Beicheng bit his lips, even if he was the one at fault.
He took of her clothes including her underwear and tossed them inside the laundry basket. After that he turned on the faucet for the bathtub as hot water began filling it up, after that he turn on the cold water before placing Song Jia inside.
"Cold!"
Song Jia flinched when a drop of cold water touched her back.
"Stop whining.."
Ming Beicheng didn’t a word after as he washed her body throughly, after that he brought a bathrobe and a clean towel for her to dry up.
"Sit here.."
Song Jia nodded and laid down on the bed immediately Ming Beicheng turned his back.
He walked to the closet, bringing a free pair of pajamas for Song Jia, they were his size but lucky the pajamas pants were adjustable.
"Tsk! You owe me to apology kisses for throwing up on my floor.."
Ming Beicheng helped her wearing the pajamas before leaving to clean up the mess she had made in the living room and washing her soiled clothes.
"Finally.."
Ming Beicheng kept the cleaning equipments back and hanged the clothes before heading to the bathroom so take a well deserved bath.
Ming Beicheng poked Song Jia’s cheek deep in thoughts, what would have happened if Song Jia didn’t call him.
He gritted his teeth, he wished he could go back and beat up those bastards the second time.
"I won’t let anyone but me touch you.."
****************************
The next morning, Feng Shiyan woke up to a bit of crisis at the company.
"What is it Sun Haoyang?"
"Sir, the shareholders are planning to upsurp the company after finding out the boss is...dead.."
Feng Shiyan’s eyes widened as he immediately stood up from the bed.
"Call an emergency board meeting, I’m on my way.."
The elevator doors opened, and Feng Shiyan marched down the corridor, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. He burst into the boardroom, startling the few early arrivals who were huddled in hushed conversation.
"Gentlemen?" Feng Shiyan’s voice cut through the room like a knife. "I believe we have some matters to discuss."
The board members scrambled to their seats, exchanging nervous glances. Feng Shiyan took his place at the head of the table, his eyes scanning each face, searching for signs of betrayal.
"I’ll be brief," he began, his tone icy. "It has come to my attention that some of you are plotting to usurp control of this company in the wake of my brother’s... absence."
A tense silence fell over the room. One of the older board members, Liu Wei, cleared his throat. "Mr. Feng, surely you understand our concerns. The company needs stable leadership, and with your brother gone-"
"My brother entrusted me with this company," Feng Shiyan interrupted, his voice low and dangerous. "I have been running it successfully in his absence, and I will continue to do so."
Another board member, Wu Yungmin, leaned forward. "With all due respect, Mr. Feng, you don’t have the shares to-"
"Don’t I?" Feng Shiyan’s lips curled into a cold smile. He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a document, sliding it across the table.
"It’s say you only have 25%of his shares, what happened to rest 20%?"
Wu Yungmin asked coldly as he passed the document to the next shareholder.
"Well the rest 20% belong to my sister-in-law but she won’t be present in today’s meeting..."
"Preposterous!"
Wu Yungmin banged his hands on the table, no matter what they must get the company out of the Feng’s hands!
"Mr. Wu you seem to be stepping out of your boundaries, who the hell gave you the right to bang the table? It’s like you don’t value those shriveled hands of yours.."
Feng Shiyan hissed as he stared at Wu Yungmin coldly.