The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

Amidst the insincere laughter, several more joined in with their own. Mr. Wan, his face jiggling with fat, hurriedly stood up and pointed to the head seat: "Come sit down, Young Master Lu, we've been waiting for you."

As soon as he said that, Lu Zheng's gaze immediately swept over, and Su Wen felt her face flush and subconsciously lowered her head.

People stood up to make way for him, and Lu Zheng walked past them one by one, but instead of going to the main seat reserved for him in the center, he pulled up a chair and sat down directly next to Su Wen: "No need to trouble yourself, I'll sit here."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, but the waiter was the first to react and quickly brought him the bowl and chopsticks. Someone chuckled dryly, "Okay, it's fine to sit there, it's well-ventilated and the air is fresh."

Suwen, who had been biting her lip, couldn't hold back any longer and secretly smiled with her head down.

But then Lu Zheng lowered his head and asked her in a deep voice, "This young lady looks very familiar."

A group of people were waiting for him, but instead of expressing any sentiments after sitting down, he started chatting with this insignificant woman. Wasn't this just asking for trouble for her?

"..." Suwen took a breath, slowly reached her left hand under the table, and pinched his leg.

Lu Zheng frowned slightly, his smile fading.

Seeing that this young master was unusually interested in the female companion he had brought, Mr. Wan felt very honored and hurriedly came out to explain: "She is the new spokesperson for our project. She has sung a few songs and acted in a TV series. She has become quite popular recently."

The implication is that it's normal to feel familiar with the face; if no one recognizes it, then his seven-figure endorsement fee would be wasted.

"I see." Lu Zheng smiled, his eyes darkening. He thought to himself that if he didn't have business to discuss tonight, he would have strangled her to death.

"Come on, let's talk while we eat. Young Master Lu, I'll toast you."

During the meal, Mr. Wan kept taking the opportunity to put food on Suwen's plate and grope her incessantly. He also rubbed his foot against her under the table, urging her to drink and making conversation. His teeth were a mess of yellow. Suwen watched the layers of flesh on his face jiggling under the light, and her appetite vanished. On the table, the atmosphere was peaceful and harmonious, but under the tablecloth, a battle of self-defense was raging. To avoid Mr. Wan's incessant harassment, Suwen had to keep moving closer to Lu Zheng, sometimes accidentally bumping her leg into his. After a few times, Lu Zheng finally frowned at her with suspicion. Suwen was too busy dealing with her own problems to care about his thoughts.

Midway through, Mr. Wan's secretary came in and whispered something in his ear. Then, Mr. Wan used the excuse of praising her earrings to help her brush her hair aside, and then secretly slipped her a card.

It's a room key.

Su Wen's face flushed. The old lecher... annoyed, she happened to be wearing high heels, so she grinned, flicked her heel, and kicked the old man diagonally under the table.

The attempt didn't go well. Before she could even kick anyone, her high heels suddenly flew off her feet! She was only wearing casual clothes and flat shoes tonight, but Xiao Ai had scolded her for it and then quickly gave her a pair of high heels to change into, but the size wasn't right. At this moment, she broke out in a cold sweat.

She pressed her toes down, trying to hook her shoe back, but unexpectedly, under the empty table, her foot landed on the man's shoe to her left. His slightly extended foot seemed both sudden and casual.

Su Wen's heart skipped a beat, and she hastily retreated, her body tilting to one side.

"Miss Nie, is there anything interesting under the table?" President Wan squinted at her with his small eyes again.

Suwen's face flushed, and she shook her head repeatedly: "No, no."

As soon as he finished speaking, a spoon fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Lu Zheng bowed calmly: "Miss Nie doesn't have any, but I do. My apologies."

The waiter rushed over to help, but he gently raised his hand to refuse. Under the table, a warmth spread across the sole of her foot; her empty foot was suddenly grasped. Su Wen almost cried out.

The large hand gently squeezed the sole of her foot as if to comfort her, and then gently helped her put on her shoes.

The warmth of the man's palm faded, and she slowly withdrew her foot.

He stood up, sat down straight, and wore a striking new custom-made black suit with clean, sharp lines.

Suwen felt her heart rate was about to become unbalanced, and her burning emotions must have already shown on her face. She touched her hot face, made an excuse to leave the room, and went to the washroom to wash her face.

When she returned, both seats on either side of her were empty. She asked the waiter, who said that Young Master Lu had just gone out with President Wan.

What can the two of them do when they go out together?

Su Wen didn't bother to think too much. Taking advantage of the pressure from both sides, she quickly ate some food to conserve her strength for a big fight later. Did they think she was a pushover? Even a rabbit will bite if you anger it. If this Boss Wan dared to lay a hand on her again, she'd chop off his claws!

Before long, Mr. Wan returned first. When he sat down, he looked at Su Wen with an "I see" expression.

After a while, Lu Zheng returned, smiling and looking refreshed, and sat down to her left.

Mr. Wan started urging her to drink again, but this time he didn't touch her inappropriately. Instead, he seemed to be trying to get something out of her.

Su Wen gritted her teeth, thinking of the room card, and felt that she had to punish this old lecher no matter what, even if it meant compromising with Lu Zheng later.

So when Mr. Wan offered her another toast, she didn't refuse anymore. With a few words, she tried to decline but then fed the wine back to Mr. Wan's mouth. How could that fat, middle-aged man resist such a beautiful woman's kindness? In no time, he was filled with wine until his face was flushed and he was still happily grinning like an idiot.

Lu Zheng watched her flirt with cold eyes from the side, without saying a word, gripping his wine glass and drinking one glass after another in silence.

As the party was about to end, seeing that he still hadn't made up his mind, Suwen decided to go all out.

After the group had eaten and drunk their fill, they each embraced a beautiful woman and, burping from their drinks, left the private room. Boss Wan was already delirious; his massive body leaned towards Su Wen.

Suwen dodged, and the man missed his target, muttering to himself as he faced the wall.

Lu Zheng, who was walking ahead, finally stopped, glanced over, and said, "It seems that President Wan is quite drunk. Why don't I have my assistant take you home? As for this young lady, I'll take her home myself."

The man squinted his drunken eyes, hesitated for a moment, and chuckled foolishly: "I... I'm not drunk. I still have to play games with the little beauty tonight..." As he spoke, he reached out to put his arm around Suwen's waist.

Suwen jumped aside and coaxed him with a light laugh, "If you want to play games, you have to go back to your room first. As long as you behave, I'll play with you all night, okay?"

He waved the room card in his hand and walked toward the room number on it.

Mr. Wan's secretary awkwardly said to Lu Zheng, "Young Master Lu, leave this to me. You should go home as soon as possible."

Lu Zheng was so angry that his face turned ashen. He had clearly told that President Wan to leave earlier, indicating that he was interested in this girl. President Wan was not an unreasonable person, so he decided to give up on her. Who knew that this girl would be so ungrateful and would go and provoke that fat pig, and now she was throwing herself into a fire pit!

Even if she was angry with him, she didn't have to debase herself like that. In front of everyone, Lu Zheng wanted nothing more than to rush over and strangle that heartless girl.

Suwen opened the door with her room card, then immediately took it out and cut off all the power. She then ran to the bathroom, filled a basin with water, and placed it at the door. She took off her high heels, carrying one in each hand, and hugged a pillow from the bedroom to her chest, waiting for this lustful fat pig to walk in so she could pour the basin over his head, cover him with the pillow, and beat the drowning pig mercilessly.

Footsteps sounded outside the door as expected. Suwen, hiding in the darkness, heard Mr. Wan instructing his secretary, "Find a room to rest, and come back tomorrow morning."

Then came the sound of the door opening.

According to the original plan, the stupid and clumsy CEO Wan should have kicked the water basin on the ground and fallen face-first into the dirt, and then she should have pounced on him and kicked him twice more, giving him a good beating. Unfortunately, the plot was wrong from the very beginning!

Mr. Wan was so large that he didn't budge after kicking the water basin full of water. He then blurted out a Beijing curse and went to the wall to find the slot for the room card and electricity.

Suwen couldn't let him turn on the light, as that would put him at a disadvantage due to his size advantage. So, without thinking, Suwen threw a pillow at his face, then picked up her high heels and started smashing them against his forehead and face.

Mr. Wan was caught off guard at first and was hit in the face several times. He cried out in pain like a pig being slaughtered, but after he came to his senses, he fought back with all his might, cursing all the while.

Before long, he twisted her wrist and slammed her against the wall. The man sprayed her with the stench of alcohol: "You filthy bitch, you're tired of living, daring to hit me?"

Suwen was pinned down by him and couldn't move. She tried to kick him by lifting her heel, but without her high heels as a weapon, her kicks on the thick calves of the man didn't budge at all. Instead, she gasped in pain.

Now she panicked a little. She hadn't realized this lump of flesh had such skill; his techniques for subduing and taming were ruthless. Unable to move his hands and feet, she could only curse him, hurling insults at him from his lifelong impotence to his ancestors. If spittle could drown a person, this pig would have been killed instantly.

"Damn it, behave yourself!" The man lost his patience and raised his large, fan-like hand to slap Su Wen across the face.

She was so frightened that she closed her eyes tightly and turned her face away.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang.

The expected slap didn't land on their faces, but the door in front of them was kicked open.

Lu Zheng stood under the light at the entrance of the corridor, his face cold and menacing, not even warmed by the soft orange light of the wall lamp.

Suwen was stunned. His obese body turned his face slowly, perhaps because he was really drunk and didn't recognize the person's face. He cursed loudly, "Who the hell is messing up my good time!" He twisted Suwen's arm, threw it to the ground, raised his fist the size of a bowl, and waved it outside.

The fall was so hard that Suwen lay on the ground, and for a long time her arm was numb and she couldn't feel it.