After he sobered up a bit, she sent him ho and never brought up that night again.
However, her silence was not because she didn’t care. She thought that n generally don’t like won who cling too much, and she also feared provoking Song Guotao and losing her job. So, she remained in a wait-and-see state. Three days later, she received a call from Song Guotao, inviting her out.
At the ti, she was overjoyed, dressed up ticulously and went to the eting happily. Seeing the stunned look in Song Guotao’s eyes when he saw her, she felt secretly pleased. They kissed again, but still didn’t go all the way. She shyly told him that she didn’t want to ruin his family and didn’t want to be the third person in soone else’s marriage. But the next day, she went to a small hospital in the suburbs and had surgery to repair that symbol of purity.
She was very adept at keeping Song Guotao hooked, fully aware that a man often values a woman most when he wants her but can’t have her. Besides, she knew there was an unrepairable rift between Song Guotao and Mi Wan, so the more she understood how Song Guotao despised Mi Wan, the more she portrayed herself as an innocent, pure girl. Whether in words or expressions, she acted like a pure and shy maiden, gradually making Song Guotao fall for her, even to the point of considering divorce to be with her.
In Chen Wenyu’s view, won’s talents and abilities are fleeting clouds. As the saying goes, doing well is not as good as marrying well. Though Song Guotao had almost left with nothing, lost the house and the car, he was not a poor man. He was still a shareholder of the law firm, still a respectable lawyer, still able to et her material needs and desires...
Carrying a Chanel bag worth twenty thousand yuan, Chen Wenyu swept away her recent discontent and depression, happily changing her shoes, ready to go out.
Ding-dong——
The sudden doorbell ringing gave Chen Wenyu a scare. She shivered slightly and imdiately heard Song Guotao’s impatient inquiry.
"Who is it?"
Suddenly, Chen Wenyu stood up and looked through the peephole. Outside stood four burly n she had never seen before, but judging by their fierce aura, they were probably not good people.
"Guotao, four n are here, possibly from the Black Dragon." Chen Wenyu guessed.
Black Dragon people?
Song Guotao imdiately stopped his work, his face turned somber for two seconds, then said, "Open the door and let them in."
Upon hearing this, Chen Wenyu opened the door, put on a smile she had trained for when she was a receptionist before, and said, "Please co in, you are here for Guotao, right?"
"Our boss wants to see you, co with us now." The leading man cast a cold glance at Chen Wenyu, with no courtesy despite her smiling face.
"Uh..."
Chen Wenyu was taken aback for a second, her face showing a mont of awkwardness, but she quickly masked it, then smiled again at the man and turned to look at Song Guotao.
"Brother, is Boss Hei asking about the case?" The n didn’t co in, so Song Guotao had to go to the door, not daring to offend them, speaking with a very courteous tone.
The man looked at him and sneered, asking instead, "Didn’t watch today’s news?"
"No."
Song Guotao shook his head honestly, maintaining a calm surface, but his heart began to stir nervously, as he sensed an unpleasant foreboding from the man’s deanor.
"If you didn’t watch, you’ll find out when you see the boss. Don’t dawdle, co with us quickly!" The man evidently had little patience, having already grown impatient after saying a few words.
"Brother, can you wait five minutes, I’ve organized so materials to take to Boss Hei."
Having been in society for a long ti, Song Guotao was quite cunning, knowing that his identity as Hei Ziyi’s defense lawyer was a sort of protective charm, so before eting the Black Dragon, he intended to maximize its power.
"You only have one minute. If you exceed it, don’t bla for being impolite!" Black Dragon was waiting for him to bring people back, ti was urgent, not five minutes, one minute was already his limit of patience.
"Okay, okay."
Song Guotao quickly agreed, not daring to waste words, swiftly grabbed the sorted docunts on the table, and strode out the door.
"You co with us too!"
After two steps, seeing Chen Wenyu standing at the door without moving, the man imdiately stopped and shouted roughly.
"I... I..." Chen Wenyu pointed at herself with her index finger, looking at the man’s fierce deanor, her heart beat faster in fear.
"Not you, who else would I be talking to, a ghost?" With that, the man rcilessly grabbed Chen Wenyu’s collar and dragged her outside.
Seeing this, Song Guotao’s face turned serious, but just as he was about to speak, he changed to a smiling face and said, "Brother, she doesn’t know about Mr. Hei’s case, she won’t be of any help."
"Help?" The man sneered disdainfully, saying, "The kind of trouble she caused our gang counts as helping?"
Trouble?
What trouble?
Song Guotao had no idea what trouble the man was referring to, but sensibly stayed silent, giving Chen Wenyu a signal and obediently followed them into the car.
Speeding all the way, after twenty minutes, Song Guotao and Chen Wenyu were brought to the headquarters of the Black Dragon Gang in the West Suburb.
"Boss, we brought them!"
The man walked briskly to the Black Dragon, bowed respectfully and said.
"Hmm."
Black Dragon was lying back in a recliner, smoking a cigar, a deep "hmm" sounded from his nose.
The next second, the surroundings fell silent, nobody spoke, and Song Guotao and Chen Wenyu didn’t dare to speak either. In the quiet atmosphere, they felt the absolute respect everyone here had for Black Dragon, along with the overwhelming oppression emanating from him. Their hearts hung in suspense as they exchanged looks, communicating their confusion and tension with simple eye contact.
Tick... tock... tick... tock...
Ti passed second by second. In the large hall, a part beca smoky, and the cigar in a rough large hand burned shorter and shorter until it burned out. Only then did Black Dragon open his eyes.
A pair of bloodshot eyes filled with a sinister look stared, making Song Guotao and Chen Wenyu fearful, their hearts chilling from just the brief eye contact.
"Boss Hei, hello!"
"Hello!"
Despite their fear, Song Guotao didn’t forget to be polite. Seeing him greet Black Dragon, Chen Wenyu also hastily bowed and greeted him.
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