Chapter Six: I Am Her Brother!
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Zhao Yuanqing’s aim had never been good. From missing wide-open two-pointers in basketball to something as significant as his divorce being caused by the child not actually being his.
When conflicts broke out in the nightclub, his usual tactic was to throw bottles and glasses to fight back. However, more often than not, his bottles and glasses would end up hitting his own brothers.
This was a constant source of frustration for Wei Lin and the others.
Seeing Wei Lin sternly scold him while shooing people away, Zhao Yuanqing could only reluctantly put down his glass.
Then he opened his mouth and shouted loudly, “Wang Hongyu, right? If you dare step into my VIP room, I’ll break your legs!”
“Thud!”
The well-dressed man was pushed down by Wei Lin outside in the corridor. He scrambled up, cursing, but upon seeing Wei Lin and Zhao Yuanqing standing like gate gods blocking the door, his bravado instantly faded.
Half sober, he measured the situation quietly and shouted with bluster masking fear, “Mind your own business! What do you two have to do with what’s between me and Zhuang Qing?”
“I’m her brother!”
“I’m her brother!”
Wei Lin and Zhao Yuanqing spoke in unison, a tacit understanding passing between the two brothers as they exchanged a smile.
“How come I didn’t know she had two brothers?” The man’s courage dwindled further.
Though Wei Lin was a bit skinny, he stood an imposing 1.83 meters, and Zhao Yuanqing, slightly overweight, was about 1.8 meters tall.
In contrast, he was only 1.76 meters.
Whether by height, weight, or numbers, he was clearly at a disadvantage.
“Now you know,” Wei Lin chuckled and slammed the door shut with a “clang,” then pushed Zhao Yuanqing back to their seats. Twisting a bottle, he poured wine for Zhuang Qing. “Come on, let’s continue drinking our own drinks. Ignore that irrelevant idiot.”
Outside, the man’s expression fluctuated, and after a moment’s hesitation, he slunk away dejectedly.
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VIP Room V6.
“Hongyu, what happened?”
Zhong Hai, smoking and sipping tea, clearly heard the commotion outside but didn’t leave to intervene. Instead, he asked with a smile, “Did you meet some friends?”
“Yeah.”
Wang Hongyu, having taken a small hit, was in a foul mood.
Zhong Hai smiled, asked for details, then casually called the Japanese restaurant owner.
After a brief conversation, Zhong Hai’s smile faded. He kindly advised, “Hongyu, the person who booked VIP Room V3 is Zhao Yuanqing. His family is in the medical device business, and their company is quite large.”
“I’ve had the honor of meeting his old man a few times — that guy’s not someone you want to provoke.”
“Forget it, Hongyu. No need to cause trouble over a girl. Let’s just keep drinking.”
Humbly, Zhong Hai poured a glass of wine for Wang Hongyu.
Wang Hongyu was a supplier to him and often dependent on him, so Zhong Hai naturally wouldn’t step in for Wang’s trivial matters, especially since the other party was Zhao Yuanqing.
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