Chapter 44: Chapter 44 For Song Wanqiu Chapter 44: Chapter 44 For Song Wanqiu Lin Zhiyi glanced at Song Wanqiu, who was drunkenly cradling her head, feeling somewhat dazed.
But since the principal and the others had dispersed, she decided to treat this glass of alcohol as the last one, planning to find an excuse to leave after finishing it.
It would be a decent way to save face; after all, she had taken some hangover medicine, so a small glass of alcohol wouldn’t be a problem.
She was about to drink when the door behind her was pushed open.
Gong Chen entered, with a cold aura, immediately causing the three men to restrain their expressions significantly.
One of them tried to curry favor, saying, “Third Young Master, what happened to your lip? Is it okay?”
Gong Chen touched it and said meaningfully, “It was bitten.”
Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi’s cheeks flushed red.
The three men thought he had accidentally bitten it himself and didn’t pay it much attention, pointing instead to Song Wanqiu, who was propping up her cheeks.
“Third Young Master, Miss Song seems to have gotten drunk.”
At these words, Gong Chen approached Song Wanqiu.
Her head slumped to the side, and she fell into his embrace, saying affectionately, “Third Young Master, I feel so bad, can you take me home first?”
Gong Chen indeed smelled the alcohol on her and swept a displeased glance over the three men.
The three men shrank back a bit.
Lin Zhiyi clenched her glass tightly; Song Wanqiu was getting such sympathy with just a hint of drunkenness, yet Lin Zhiyi had been forced to drink right under his watch.
Gong Chen ignored the three men and quickly helped Song Wanqiu up, moving towards the exit.
Once he was gone, Lin Zhiyi distinctly felt the gazes of the three men change, making her skin crawl.
Now the private room was left with only the four of them.
Lin Zhiyi sensed danger and immediately stepped back, raising her glass to say, “Since everyone has already gone, this last cup is my farewell to the three of you.”
But as she was about to drink, the man in front of her grabbed her wrist.
His palm was scorchingly hot, with an unspeakable implication, frightening Lin Zhiyi into dropping her glass.
The alcohol spilled directly onto the hem of her dress.
Another man immediately said, “Junior Sister, how could you be so careless? Here, let me wipe that for you.”
A third man said, “There’s some on your top too; let me help you wipe here.”
Lin Zhiyi wanted to resist, but her wrist was gripped tightly, and three groping hands reached towards her.
The man claiming to help wipe the alcohol reached for the edge of her skirt, attempting to lift it.
Lin Zhiyi was completely sobered, yet how could she be a match for three men?
The man kneeling on the ground actually touched her calf, spewing filthy language, “So smooth, so white …”
Lin Zhiyi bit her lip and kicked his knee, forcing him to kneel on the ground.
She also stomped on the foot of the man trying to grope her waist, causing him to clumsily jump and crash into the cabinet, seeing stars from the pain.
But she could not break free from the man holding her wrist in front of her.
“Please let go of me immediately!”
The three men, usually posing as gentlemen and quite successful, had many followers, accustomed to others throwing themselves at them. They had not encountered a woman who gave them no face, which infuriated them.
The leading man now had a fierce look in his eyes, fixed on Lin Zhiyi’s chest that was tight with a small-size outfit.
“Stop fucking pretending! You already hinted at us to deepen our interaction, so why act now? There’s no one else here, just be good and , and you’ll enjoy the good life with us in our circles later.”
Lin Zhiyi was taken aback and immediately remembered that when she had entered, the private room had only contained Song Wanqiu and them; it must have been Song Wanqiu who’d said something!
In that moment of hesitation, the man pulled Lin Zhiyi into his arms, his thick lips attempting to kiss her.
Suddenly, the loud ring of a phone pierced through the room.
Three men jumped in shock.
Lin Zhiyi took the opportunity to break free from their grip, pulling out her phone and a strip of medicine.
“Take a good look at what’s in my hand before you make any decisions!”
The men instinctively glanced at the phone and realized that their entire conversation had been recorded and even sent out just at the right moment.
“I’d advise you to show some respect. By the way, while you were busy pouring drinks for me, I managed to take a video. It’s with my roommate now. If I don’t show up in the dormitory on time, these recordings will become the top trending topic tomorrow. You’ve worked hard for more than a decade to achieve what you have now; you wouldn’t want to ruin it all because of me, would you?”
The three men looked at each other, not particularly scared.
One of them even scoffed, “Today is a celebration banquet, we came to give face to the principal. It’s natural to drink a lot when we’re happy. Besides, we can claim that you hinted that we could touch you.”
Another man laughed, “Look at the clothes you’re wearing; it’s obvious you came here to seduce us! People online don’t like to watch stories of women being bullied, what they enjoy most is watching stories of women degrading themselves willingly.”
The final man said, “With our three testimonies against yours, whom do you think the public will believe—someone newly in society willing to sell her body to climb up or us, three well-known figures lured by drinks? Rape can be portrayed as the woman dressing provocatively; what we want to say is easy, isn’t it? Just with you and your roommate? We could sleep with you now and then deal with your roommate.”
The three burst into laughter.
But the next second, they weren’t laughing anymore.
Lin Zhiyi lifted the medicine in her hand, “Look carefully at what this is.”
“Cefalexin! Have you lost your mind?”
The laughter drained from the men’s faces.
Lin Zhiyi sneered, “Celebrities? Celebrities with a manslaughter case? Who would dare to hire you for jewelry design? Don’t think I’m not serious. If I die dragging three scumbags down with me, that’s still a win for me. Don’t think you’d win the lawsuit, either. A manslaughter case is so complex and troublesome to settle, can you afford the delay? With how quickly this industry moves, by the time your case is settled, you’d probably be obsolete, wouldn’t you?”
“Damnit! So, you think you can act tough now?”
The men roared in anger.
Lin Zhiyi pressed the cefalexin to her lips, “Can I go now?”
She stepped backward, ready to leave, when suddenly her hair was grabbed from behind, yanking her back.
“Bitch! No one dares to threaten us three! Today, you’ll taste the consequences of angering us.”
Lin Zhiyi was dragged to the ground, while the other two men shamelessly spread her legs apart.
She could no longer care about her image, biting her teeth in resistance, her eyes filled with blood from the effort as she twisted her body furiously, refusing to give them a chance to take advantage of her.
Just when she felt utterly hopeless, the man on top of her was kicked away like a rag doll.
He slammed into a table full of drinks, causing chaos and destruction.
The other two men, stunned at the newcomer, only had a second before they too were beaten down.
But that wasn’t satisfaction enough; the man grabbed one who had been forcing drinks on Lin Zhiyi and started punching, one hit after another.
He punched until the face was distorted, blood streaming down.
The other two men were so terrified they crawled on the ground.
“Third… Third Young Master, we were wrong, we’ll never dare again…”
Gong Chen casually released the man beside him, picking up a disinfectant towel from the ground and carelessly wiping the blood off his hands.
Lin Zhiyi, her mind still in turmoil, watched everything unfold, opened her mouth to say something, but then the sound of high heels approached from behind.
“Third Young Master! Stop! I’m really okay! It was my fault; I wasn’t careful drinking and ended up throwing up after only one drink…”
Lin Zhiyi’s head buzzed, and whatever Song Wanqiu said next, she couldn’t hear it.
She only found it pathetic and laughable.
So when Song Wanqiu threw up after one drink, he was distressed enough to kill.
Lin Zhiyi’s gaze dropped lifelessly as she passed out from exhaustion.