At his words, the manager turned around and asked Shen Wanci with a smile, "Is the situation as Mr. Feng describes it?"
Clearly this manager had no desire to pull the surveillance footage. The people who came to Ye Lan were all rich or powerful and prized their privacy; they didn't want their every word and move spied on.
"No. He harassed me, and he even injured my friend. If you don't believe me, you can ask your own staff."
The manager glanced at the two public-relations attendants beside him, and seeing them nod, he understood how it had all unfolded.
But he was the type to size people up before deciding how to treat them. He'd never seen Shen Wanci before, and looking at her clothes—well, they were very ordinary, and she wore no valuable jewelry. Feng Jianhui, on the other hand, he knew. Even though the man hadn't been doing too well these past few years, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse, so he decided to brush the matter aside and settle it.
"Miss, I see your friend isn't injured. Why not let it go? Of course, he'll certainly cover the medical expenses."
Shen Wanci had seen plenty of warmth and coldness in human nature. One look at this manager and she knew exactly what kind of two-faced creature he was.
"And what if I insist on pursuing it? Does Ye Lan intend to shield him?"
"Of course not. As for disputes between guests, how you handle them is your own affair—Ye Lan won't interfere. But Ye Lan has rules, and brawling is not permitted on the premises. We'd appreciate it if you'd settle your scores outside."
They ran an entertainment club, not a neighborhood committee. As long as no one fought inside Ye Lan, they could settle it however they pleased once they were out—anything went!
"Then I'd like a copy of the surveillance footage from just now."
The manager's expression didn't change. "I'm sorry. The guests we receive are special. Apart from the lobby and the elevators, there's no surveillance anywhere else."
That was an obvious lie. A venue like this, where trouble was most likely to break out—how could there possibly be no cameras in the corridors?
Not far off, Gu Chenye, who had been watching the show all along, fixed his eyes on Shen Wanci, who kept her back turned to them, and raised an eyebrow. "Looks like your wife has no intention of asking you for help."
That woman had clearly seen Bo Jingzhou earlier, yet ever since then she hadn't turned to look at him even once. Now, even knowing full well that the manager was fobbing her off, she still hadn't thought to come and beg her husband?
She knew perfectly well that with a single word from Bo Jingzhou, both the footage and Feng Jianhui would be handed to her on a silver platter.
Tsk—what backbone she had!
Bo Jingzhou had already been irritable enough; at this, his brow creased slightly and his face turned a shade darker. "Nobody takes you for a mute just because you keep quiet."
Gu Chenye's gaze dropped to the man's neck, and his eyes flicked up. "What's that mark on your neck? Who'd you sleep with?"
He looked as though he'd discovered something extraordinary. After all, plenty of women had wanted to get into Bo Jingzhou's bed these past few years, and not one of them had succeeded.
Gu Chenye had even gone so far as to suspect that, because of that one night three years ago, Bo Jingzhou had developed some kind of sexual dysfunction afterward!
Bo Jingzhou couldn't be bothered with him and answered perfunctorily, "Mosquito bite."
His eyes were still on Shen Wanci, watching to see just when she would remember her identity as Madam Bo—remember that she, too, could pull rank to crush an opponent.
Over on the other side, Feng Jianhui jutted his chin toward Shen Wanci in provocation. Without Ye Lan's protection, with just the two of them—two women—wasn't she his to knead and crush as he pleased?
"Assistant Shen, I advise you to be smart about this. You're going to give me—"
The rest of the words jammed in his throat, because Feng Jianhui had spotted Bo Jingzhou walking toward them!
Shen Wanci was, after all, one of the Bo Group's people, Bo Jingzhou's subordinate. Bullying his people right in front of him—wasn't that just courting death?
He'd once heard a rumor that someone had laid hands on Bo Jingzhou's female companion during a business negotiation, and Bo Jingzhou had crippled the man's arm on the spot.
At that thought, his body trembled like a sieve. "Pre… President Bo."
Bo Jingzhou swept him an indifferent glance, then let his gaze fall back on Shen Wanci.
The woman wasn't looking at him; she had taken out her phone and was about to call the police.
But before Shen Wanci's call could go through, the manager beat her to it and stopped her. "Miss, if you wish to call the police, please do it outside. Don't drag Ye Lan into this."
"The incident happened here, so the police will come here to deal with it." Shen Wanci wouldn't yield an inch—and for the man approaching her, she didn't spare so much as a glance.
To be ignored like this, Bo Jingzhou's lips pressed into a thin line at once.
Watching his expression, Feng Jianhui ventured tentatively, "President Bo, this young lady looks an awful lot like one of your company's employees. Her face seemed familiar to me earlier—I even asked her whether she worked at the Bo Group."
He wasn't sure how long Bo Jingzhou had been there, or how much he'd seen, so he could only put it this way to test the waters and see how the other man would respond.
But Bo Jingzhou let out a laugh whose meaning was hard to read. "Is that so? Then let me see just how much alike."
He walked up to stand before Shen Wanci, his gaze bearing down on her from above. Shen Wanci had meant to ignore it, but the man's stare was simply too aggressive, and she had no choice but to lift her head and meet his eyes.
Bo Jingzhou said nothing, yet his gaze made one meaning perfectly clear: Beg me.
Shen Wanci bit down hard on her lip: In your dreams!
"Heh." No matter how low and mellow his voice, it couldn't disguise the malice in Bo Jingzhou's words just then. "Don't know her. President Feng's eyes are failing him—he's mistaken her for someone else."
The dread clutching Feng Jianhui's heart dropped away in an instant, and he hurriedly put on an obsequious smile and offered a few more flattering remarks.
Shen Wanci tried to get her phone back from the manager. Unable to call the police, she could only look for someone to help…
She opened her contacts and skipped straight to the names beginning with "N."
Bo Jingzhou's eyes narrowed sharply. Before she could find the person she was looking for in her contacts, he seized her hand and yanked her into his arms—
Shen Wanci hadn't expected him to do this so suddenly… The inexplicable move startled her; she lost her grip on the phone, and it dropped straight to the floor!
Bo Jingzhou gave her no chance to pick it up. He dragged her straight toward the elevators, his face so dark it looked ready to drip water.
"Bo Jingzhou, what are you doing! My phone… wait, my friend!"
Shen Wanci was still worrying about Qin Yuezhi, who was even more drunk than she was. When she turned her head to look, she found that Qin Yuezhi had, at some point, sat down on the floor and fallen asleep!
"She's drunk. I have to take her home. Let go of me…"
Bo Jingzhou's cold voice rang out. "Gu Chenye—clean this up!"
Feng Jianhui, long since stunned by the scene, stood frozen in place, gaping in the direction the two had gone.
Hadn't he said she wasn't a Bo Group employee?
"Manager Wei." Gu Chenye's indifferent voice came from behind him. "That cleanup President Bo mentioned—do you understand what it means?"
Ye Lan's manager hadn't anticipated such a turn of events either; his soul had all but fled his body. Hearing Gu Chenye call out like that, he gave a violent shudder!
"Rest assured, President Gu. From now on, neither President Bo nor you will ever see this Feng Jianhui at Ye Lan again."
……
In the parking lot one floor below ground, Shen Wanci was forced into the car by the man.
She'd been drunk to begin with, and after this round of violent tugging and dragging, her stomach churned and roiled—all she wanted was to throw up!
But before she could make a move, Bo Jingzhou gripped her chin without the slightest tenderness. The man leaned in, his handsome features cold, severe, and sinister now. "Just who were you trying to call for help, hm?"