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"Young Master Wang, what's wrong?" the Lobby Manager couldn't help but ask.
"I just don't like these people. Tell them to get lost; they're an eyesore here," Wang Tu said dismissively, exuding an air of arrogance typical of a young heir.
The Lobby Manager glanced at Huang Lin and the others. They were unfamiliar faces, and if they truly had no background, he could easily send them away. However, this private room was reserved by Qin Xiaoya from the Qin family in the capital. No matter how bold he was, he wouldn't dare disrespect the Qin family.
"Young Master Wang, that might not be possible. Everyone is here to dine. If there's any conflict, we can sit down and talk it out. A smile can dissolve enmity; there's nothing that can't be resolved through conversation," the Lobby Manager replied, trying to maintain peace without offending either side.
"They're worthy of sitting down with me? Manager Zheng, are you trying to disrespect me? Who do they think they are? Just by stating my name and a bit of background, I scared them into submission. Do you really think I should fear offending such people?" Wang Tu scoffed, his disdain evident. Huang Lin's relatives had indeed acted cowardly just moments ago.
Hearing Wang Tu's words, the Lobby Manager looked puzzled. These people were guests of Qin Xiaoya; how could they possibly fear Wang Tu?
As the Lobby Manager pondered this, Qin Xiaoya's driver stepped forward, standing directly in front of Wang Tu. A former soldier, he radiated an intimidating presence as he coldly regarded Wang Tu. "They are all guests of our president. You have no right to order them to leave."
Wang Tu was taken aback, momentarily intimidated by the driver's aura. He stepped back slightly, his expression growing more serious.
"Y-Your president? Who is your president?" Wang Tu asked.
"Who our president is is not something you have the right to inquire about. Before our president arrives, you'd best leave; otherwise, when our president comes, you won't be able to handle the consequences," the driver replied coldly, exuding an undeniable authority.
"Haha, in this capital city, there's no one whose identity I can't inquire about. If you don't tell me who your president is, I'm not going anywhere," Wang Tu said with a dark expression, more angered than before. After all, he was someone of note in the capital; when had he ever been treated with such contempt?
The two sides were at a standoff. The young men with Wang Tu were brash and would not back down easily. Meanwhile, Qin Xiaoya's driver would not casually reveal her name either, leading to a stalemate.
As for Jiang Chen, he remained calm and steady like a mountain.
"Tu Ge, we don't need to waste time with them. Let's just teach Chen Renjing a lesson and get on with our meal; we still want to go racing at Wuhuan," one young man suggested.
"You're right; I'm tired of talking to you. Just pour this bottle of XO down Chen Renjing's throat," Wang Tu commanded.
"I'll do it myself; you hold her down and pry her mouth open," said a wavy-haired girl.
Chen Renjing was firmly held down by several people as they forced alcohol into her. Among those present, only Huang Lin looked anxious; the others were indifferent—after all, Chen Renjing was not a likable person.
"What should we do? Shun Yuan, think of something!" Huang Lin pleaded desperately.
"Uh, she often goes to bars, right? Drinking a bottle shouldn't be a problem for her," Wang Shun Yuan whispered.
"But it shouldn't be done like this!" Huang Lin said helplessly, feeling utterly powerless at that moment; no one could help her now.
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