readsfreenovel Chapter 53 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 27
Chapter 53 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 27
As everyone knows, some sayings can be read as "Men should mind their own business" or "Wife, save me."
Inside a private room at the nightclub, several charming dancers surrounded today's VIP client.
Wen Zhao leaned against the soft pillow with his collar askew, whispering intimately with Nakamura, occasionally using his eyes to scare away the dancers.
Nakamura laughed and pulled a dancer into his arms: "Wen-kun, you're too reserved. Everyone here is a friend. There's nothing we can't show to everyone."
As soon as he finished speaking, the other Japanese people let out knowing smiles.
These people are either diners or representatives of the diners who are about to share the spoils. They have come here today to see how Wen Zhao, this good dog, will bring them benefits.
Wen Zhao took a swig of wine and said with a smile, "I care more about money than women."
He pulled out his wallet and tossed it to a woman, laughing loudly under her surprised gaze: "Nakamura-kun, this is the power of money. With this, any woman will come home with me."
Having said that, he beckoned to the woman with his finger, watching her eagerly sway her hips as she approached.
The beasts in the room roared with glee at his actions, while Wen Zhao smiled obsequiously, but his anger was at its peak.
He really, really wanted to kill these guys, to kill these beasts who ran rampant in his country and humiliated his people.
Despite his inner rage, he maintained a frivolous and arrogant demeanor on the surface.
He raised his hand and offered the beautiful wine cup to the woman, but just as her fingertips were about to touch it, he suddenly jerked it, causing her hand to miss its target.
A gentle annoyance appeared on the woman's face as she softly complained about his rudeness.
At this moment, the wicked Young Master Wen's heart had been pounding for quite some time.
Why hasn't Ling Yi arrived yet?
"A total of seven guests, is that right?" Ling Yi asked gently, looking at the manager of the dance hall.
The manager nodded and bowed, "Yes, why would I lie to you?"
The manager's voice trembled violently under the threat of the dark gun barrel overhead.
This young master Wen is always looking for fun, but why can't he even keep his family at ease?
He had been the manager here for several years and had seen people come crying to catch their spouses cheating, and he had seen people come with their wives' brothers to catch their spouses cheating, but this was the first time he had seen someone come with a gun and a maid to catch their spouses cheating.
Moreover, this young lady clearly had never used a gun before; every time her finger hovered over the trigger, the manager broke out in a cold sweat.
If he were to die unjustly at the hands of this woman, where would he go to seek justice?
"I doubt you'd dare lie to me!" Ling Yi snorted and put the gun back into her small bag.
Ancestor, you didn't turn off the safety lock!
The manager looked at Ling Yi's small bag as if it were a bomb, afraid that it would suddenly explode and implicate him.
Suddenly, a box landed in his hands.
The manager was taken aback, then heard Ling Yi snort and say reluctantly, "Here, do me a favor."
When the manager opened the box, he saw three small, golden yellow croakers inside.
His wrinkled, pained face instantly brightened, and he became as attentive as if Ling Yi were his mother: "Just tell me what you need. As long as it doesn't violate the rules here, I'll do anything!"
Ling Yi glared at him, but didn't take his slyness to heart.
"Please deliver these seven boxes to some Japanese people for me, and also to Mr. Nakamura." Ling Yi gritted her teeth with heartache, took out a long, narrow box from her sleeve, and handed it to the manager.
"Is that all?" Upon hearing it was about giving a gift, the manager immediately agreed: "No problem!"
It's not like he's being asked to steal his boss's girlfriend. This little thing is no problem at all. He had just thought Ling Yi wanted him to disfigure some dancer, which made him hesitate for a few seconds.
"Hmph, you'll regret it if you don't do it right!" Ling Yi patted the small bag and pushed it aside.
"Young Master Wen, I'd like to offer you a toast." After being teased by Wen Zhao for a while, the dancer leaned towards him with her eyes full of spring and her waist soft and her voice gentle.
A group of Japanese beasts were also banging their cups and howling as they watched this scene.
boom!
The door was suddenly flung open, and a figure, accompanied by sobs, rushed in.
"Snapped!"
The cup that Wen Zhao was handing out was intercepted by a hand halfway and thrown out the door.
The manager, who was watching the commotion, got his foot hit and took a step back, wincing in pain.
Nakamura's amused smile froze, and he looked at Ling Yi, who had suddenly barged in, with a sinister gaze.
"Baka!" He reached for his waist.
Several Japanese officers also wore cold expressions as they searched for the guns they had tossed aside while flirting with the dancers.
These guys have the blood of countless innocent Chinese people on their hands. They will kill a few Chinese people for fun when they are unhappy, or kill a Chinese person on the street if they look at them a few times. Even worse, it is common for them to kill a few Chinese people for fun when they have nothing to do.
Countless innocent people have died at their hands. Ling Yi, who has no sense of propriety and comes to spoil their fun, what other choice does she have but death?
At this moment, Ling Yi, who was about to die, seemed to know nothing at all.
She grabbed Wen Zhao by the collar, both angry and anxious: "Is this what you call 'something going on'? Your 'something going on' means fooling around with women? Do you even care about me anymore?"
Her eyes were brimming with tears, and her voice became a little shrill: "I was worried about your wound, so I didn't even let you pour your own saliva!"
"You've got some good luck, running around outside fooling around!"
"Are you worthy of me?"
Wen Zhao was kicked and scratched by her, and despite dodging left and right, a red mark was still scratched on his neck.
"Alright, alright!" When Ling Yi's palm touched his face, the young master finally lost his temper and shoved him away: "What are you doing? Can't you see that Mr. Nakamura is still here?"
He kept winking at Ling Yi, signaling her to look at some Japanese people and asking her to give him some face!
The Japanese men, who hadn't yet taken human form, were now staring coldly at Ling Yi, as if they would kill him at any moment.
“Wen Jun, it’s not something to be proud of to be lax in managing your household!” Nakamura’s gun was now pointed at Ling Yi, a cruel look on his face, as he flipped the safety: “You must be stricter with your next wife.”
"Mr. Nakamura, Mr. Nakamura!" Wen Zhao's anger vanished completely at that moment. His face turned deathly pale, and he scrambled to Nakamura's side, grabbing the muzzle of his gun: "She's just being childish, please don't hold it against her!"
Ling Yi seemed stunned by the scene, muttering, "I...I don't know."
Nakamura struggled twice but failed to break free, and a violent look appeared on his face: "Do you want to die?"
"She's naive and doesn't know anything, Mr. Nakamura, please don't take it to heart!" Wen Zhao pleaded, "How about this... I'll add another twenty thousand dollars to the deal!"
"No!"
"Everyone here should add $20,000! Please don't argue with her!"