She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

"Old Sun, it seems that the beautiful lady isn't giving you any face!"

"You brag to us about how powerful you are in Beijing, but you can't even handle two women? What kind of head of the purchasing department at Shengshi Group is that? You must be exaggerating!"

The people around him burst into laughter.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group instantly lost his temper, turned around and glared angrily at the group, "What are you laughing at? Today I'll show you just how much face I, Sun Zhixin, have in Beijing!"

After saying that, he turned to look at Fang Li, his expression suddenly changing, and his smile turned cold, "Since the two beauties aren't giving me face, then I'll just have to take the initiative..."

"What do you want to do!" Fang Li looked at him warily.

Sun Zhixin completely ignored her cold gaze and grinned wickedly: "What are we doing? Of course, we're inviting the two beauties to come and have some fun with us!"

"We don't know you! If you keep this up, I'll call the police!"

Sun Zhixin hadn't expected Fang Li to be so assertive. Feeling humiliated, his expression grew increasingly cold and sinister, his eyes filled with provocation as he said, "Fine, you want to call the police? Go ahead and call them now!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Fang Li, supporting Wen Yang with one hand, took out her phone and started looking up her contacts with the other.

Seeing that she was about to make a call, Sun Zhixin's expression changed slightly, and he reached out to snatch her phone.

Fang Li panicked and instinctively twisted her elbow, bumping directly into his chest.

Fang Li was slender, with thin but strong elbows. She bumped into Sun Zhixin's chest, causing him to gasp. After the pain subsided, anger followed.

Sun Zhixin's face darkened with anger. He casually rubbed his chest, then immediately reached out and grabbed Fang Li's arm, trying to pull her into his embrace.

Caught off guard, Fang Li stumbled as he pulled her foot.

The hand that was supporting Wen Yang was also pulled away. Wen Yang's consciousness was hazy and her body was weak. She then slid down to the ground.

Fang Li tried to reach out to help her, but her arm was still in Sun Zhixin's hand. As she struggled, she heard him grit his teeth and curse: "We're all out having fun, what the hell are you pretending for! Everyone knows what you women are thinking. You dress up like respectable people, but you just want to use these tricks to attract men's attention. Don't think I can't see through you!"

As he spoke, he pulled Fang Li toward their private room.

In her panic, Fang Li turned around and saw Wen Yang being helped up by two men, who were following behind her with their arms around her waist, looking at her with ill intent.

Her face changed drastically, and she struggled violently: "Let me go!"

Sun Zhixin not only didn't let go, but he gripped her arm even tighter. Fang Li winced in pain, feeling as if her arm was about to break.

Their private room was very close to the restroom. After walking only a few steps, Sun Zhixin kicked open the heavy glass door and pushed her inside.

Fang Li slammed heavily onto the sofa, her ears ringing. In a daze, she saw Wen Yang being pushed onto the sofa as well, and the door to the private room being closed.

A chill ran down her spine as she watched Sun Zhixin walk towards her with his sleeves rolled up. Instinctively, she grabbed a wine bottle from the coffee table and held it in front of her, shouting, "Don't come any closer! If you do, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Sun Zhixin sneered, "Oh, you're not being polite? How can you be so impolite!"

After he finished speaking, the group of people burst into laughter.

Fang Li glanced at Wen Yang, who was lying unconscious on the sofa behind her, gritted her teeth and gripped the wine bottle tightly. Seeing Sun Zhi getting closer and closer, she gritted her teeth, raised the wine bottle and smashed it down with force.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound.

Immediately afterward, the weight in her hand lightened, and Fang Li stared blankly at the short section of the bottle neck remaining in her hand, then looked up at Sun Zhixin opposite her.

Sun Zhixin's face was covered in alcohol, and he felt a pain in his head.

He wiped his damp hair, his eyes widened instantly, and he was filled with rage and shame. He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Damn it! You bitch! I've been giving you face!"

Having said that, taking advantage of Fang Li's momentary lapse in attention, he rushed forward, grabbed Fang Li's head, dragged her from beside the sofa to his side, and said fiercely, "I invited you politely but you didn't listen. If I don't make you have fun tonight, I'm not Sun Zhixin!"

Fang Li grabbed his hand with her own, her grip sinking deep into his flesh, refusing to let go, determined to resist even if it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

However, Sun Zhixin was a man after all, and she still had an injury on her right hand; how could she possibly withstand him?

In no time, Sun Zhixin subdued her. He bent down, grabbed a wine glass from the table, and was about to pour it into her mouth.

Fang Li resisted with her mouth closed, but the wine spilled from the corner of her mouth, running all over her face and neck, and even the thin shirt on her chest was quickly soaked.

The dark bra was barely visible, and Sun Zhixin's face became even more excited after just one glance.

"I never expected such an unexpected bonus tonight. I'm taking this woman. I'm going to have a good time tonight!"

He dragged Fang Li towards the innermost sofa, seemingly intending to do Fang Li there.

Just as Fang Li was being dragged into the darkness, suddenly, with a loud 'bang,' the door to the private room was kicked open.

Sun Zhixin's expression changed, and he immediately turned around: "Who the hell...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a dark shadow approach in an instant, and then his half-long hair was grabbed. Before he could react, his head slammed against the wall with a thud.

A dull thud and a sudden cry of pain came at the same time. In an instant, Fang Li's heart skipped a beat, and she rubbed her arm and looked over.

Sun Zhixin was seen being held against the wall by the collar, looking like a round, fleshy ball. Behind him stood a tall man with a menacing expression.

Sun Zhixin was dizzy and had been knocked unconscious.

No more vulgar words could escape his lips. The man holding him looked disgusted, leaned down, and whispered, "Was it good?"

Sun Zhiwei recognized the man's voice, turned around blankly, and saw that the one carrying him was indeed Lu Jie, that great demon king. His eyes instantly filled with fear: "Lu! Lu... Lu Second Young Master..."

Lu Jie's face was cold as he pressed his head against the wall again: "I did it myself, is that enough face?"

Sun Zhixin groaned, trying to speak, but instead spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with saliva.

"A woman I wouldn't even dare to touch, how dare you even dream of her?"

"..."

"Who do you think you are, daring to call yourself the boss in the capital!"

Each time Lu Jie spoke, it was accompanied by a thud.

In no time, a glaring bloodstain was left on the pristine white wall, and Sun Zhixin was completely dazed and confused, muttering incoherently, it was impossible to tell whether he was explaining or begging for mercy.

The other men who came with him in the private room were already terrified.

Only Fang Li, holding Wen Yang, sat on the sofa, watching this scene with a blank expression.

Not long after, there was another noise at the door of the private room. Fang Li turned her head and saw that it was Zhou Yufan who came in. She breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Zhou Yufan frowned as he glanced at Sun Zhixin, who was pinned against the wall by Lu Jie, and walked towards Fang Li with concern: "How are you? Are you alright?"

Fang Li shook her head: "Yangyang is drunk, you should take her home first."

Zhou Yufan glanced at Lu Jie again, then hesitated, "Are you sure you're alright?"

Fang Li: "Don't worry."

Zhou Yufan didn't say anything more, picked up Wen Yang and left.

As soon as Zhou Yufan left, the men in the private room seized the opportunity to slip out. After they left, the manager of Meise pushed the door open and came in.

Upon seeing Sun Zhixin's appearance, he turned pale instantly in fright.