Keeping the promise

On this day, Li Yunting, wearing a well-tailored black suit, stepped into the luxurious private room where the partners were having a dinner.

The lights in the private room were bright, and the luxurious decorations showed the extraordinary nature of this dinner. As soon as Li Yunting appeared, the partners stood up to greet him, with attentive smiles on their faces.

"Mr. Li, you are finally here. We have been waiting for you!" said a partner with a smile on his face.

Li Yunting nodded slightly, responded to everyone's enthusiasm, and sat down in the main seat.

The banquet began, delicious dishes were served one after another, everyone toasted each other, and the atmosphere was lively.

"Mr. Li, I'd like to offer you a toast. Thank you for your care all the time!" A partner walked up to Li Yunting with a glass of wine in hand, with a flattering look on his face.

Li Yunting raised his glass and responded politely: "You're welcome. It's a win-win situation." After that, he drank the wine in the glass.

Glass of wine was offered to him one after another, and Li Yunting accepted them all. It seemed that he was missing Zheng Wancheng under the influence of alcohol.

After a while, Li Yunting suddenly felt something was wrong. A heat rose from inside his body and quickly spread to his whole body. His forehead began to sweat and his heartbeat gradually accelerated.

Li Yunting's heart trembled, realizing that the wine might have been adulterated. His eyes instantly became sharp, sweeping across the partners present.

At this time, a partner showed a barely perceptible sly smile on his face and said, "Boss Li, seeing that you are enjoying yourself so much tonight, we have specially prepared a surprise for you."

As he finished speaking, the door of the private room was pushed open, and a row of beauties in sexy dresses walked in.

"Mr. Li, take your pick. Enjoy yourself tonight." Another partner said with a smile.

Li Yunting's face was terribly gloomy. He suppressed his physical discomfort and shouted angrily, "What are you doing?"

"Mr. Li, don't be so serious. This is just a small token of our appreciation. Please don't refuse it." A partner tried to persuade.

"Ridiculous! Do you think you can please me by using such despicable means?" Li Yunting stood up suddenly. Due to the heat in his body, his breathing became rapid, but the majesty in his tone did not diminish at all.

"Mr. Li, don't be angry. We just want you to relax. You can have both work and life!" someone explained quickly.

"Relax?" Li Yunting's voice was as cold as ice. "No need."

The partners looked at each other in surprise; they didn't expect Li Yunting to react so strongly.

"I won't give up easily about what happened today." Li Yunting said gritting his teeth. His body went limp and he leaned back in his chair, his face frighteningly gloomy.

His eyes were filled with anger and disappointment, as if they were about to devour the entire meeting hall.

"Mr. Li, this, this is all a misunderstanding!" The partners hurriedly explained, with looks of panic on their faces.

The private room suddenly fell into silence. The partners looked at each other, realizing that they had made a wrong calculation this time and offended this tough guy.

At this moment, there was a sharp "whoosh" sound, and a sharp knife dart stabbed straight into the table. The handle was still shaking slightly, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Then, a figure dressed in black appeared at the door.

Zheng Wancheng walked in with steady steps and head held high, and stepped unceremoniously with his right foot on the table that had just been hit by the dart.

Her stern face was as angular as a sculpture, and her deep eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if she could see through the thoughts of everyone present.

Her eyes were like torches, with undisguised majesty, slowly sweeping over the people present. Her brows were slightly furrowed, revealing a chilling murderous aura, and everyone present felt an invisible sense of oppression, and dared not breathe.

At this moment, Zheng Wancheng stretched out her hand and suddenly pulled the knife off the table. The knife turned and played with it flexibly in her hand, and the flashing cold light reflected her angry face at the moment.

She scanned the partners present with a cold gaze, gritted her teeth, and asked, "Who among you introduced the beauty to my husband?"

Her voice was not loud, but it carried an irresistible majesty, as if every word was of great weight.

The partners were so frightened by her sudden questioning that they dared not even breathe. They lowered their heads, avoided her gaze, and did not dare to look her in the eye.

The whole room was eerily quiet; the only sound was breathing.

Zheng Wancheng shifted his gaze away from his partner and looked at a row of women standing nearby.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, a mocking sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said coldly: "Why don't you go out? Or stay with me?" The chill in her tone seemed to freeze the air.

When these women heard this, looks of horror instantly appeared on their faces. They looked at each other and no one dared to stay any longer. They all fled in panic like frightened birds.

The rapid "tapping" sound of high heels echoed in the room, sounding particularly chaotic.

Zheng Wancheng still held the knife tightly, standing there, watching the women's departing backs with cold eyes, the anger in his heart not diminished at all.

Her chest heaved violently, and she was obviously still angry about what she had just learned.

And those partners remained silent, not daring to make a sound, for fear of accidentally angering the man who was on the verge of a rage.