"Bulls***!"
Liu Changqing cursed angrily, a vicious look in his eyes. "Lin Pingfan must die! But now that Shangguan Yunyu has stuck her nose into this, it's not the right time to blow things out of proportion. Once we have our plan sorted out, we'll finish him off!"
"How is the task I assigned you coming along?"
"It was going smoothly at first, but Lin Pingfan's appearance messed up my plan. Still, I can use this situation to get that b**** Ye Yaxin hooked!" Liu Haotian grew furious at the mere thought of Lin Pingfan. Not only had he failed to sleep with Ye Yaxin, but both father and son had taken a beating!
He swore inwardly that he would make Lin Pingfan pay the price, while also bedding Ye Yaxin to complete the plan!
"Do it quickly. We don't have much time left." Liu Changqing nodded, then waved a hand.
As soon as Liu Haotian stepped out of the study, his phone rang. Seeing that it was actually a call from Ye Yaxin, the corners of his mouth instantly curled into a smirk.
***
In the evening, Lin Pingfan was lying on the sofa watching a soap opera when his phone suddenly rang.
He picked it up—it was Ye Yaxin calling again.
"Will this ever end?!"
Lin Pingfan frowned slightly. Though he didn't feel the same level of aversion toward Ye Yaxin as he did toward Shangguan Yunyu, he still found her cynical and humiliating remarks deeply annoying.
Yet, after hesitating for about half a minute, Lin Pingfan ultimately chose to answer the call.
However, the voice coming from the other end of the phone wasn't Ye Yaxin's.
"Lin Pingfan! What on earth are you doing? It took you ages to answer the phone!"
Hearing the somewhat familiar and intensely furious voice, Lin Pingfan raised an eyebrow.
This voice sounded like...
Ye Yaxin's best friend, Han Xiangrou.
"What is it?" Lin Pingfan asked, perplexed.
"You have the nerve to ask me what it is?!"
"Are you even Yaxin's husband?!"
"Yaxin is in trouble! Young Master Liu had already made arrangements with the Hung Hing Association to write off Yaxin's fifty-million high-interest loan!"
"As a result, you crippled Young Master Liu's men and even beat Patriarch Liu today. Now Young Master Liu refuses to get involved, and the people from the Hung Hing Association are refusing to let Yaxin off the hook! If you're a man, get over here right now and apologize to Young Master Liu, and get him to step in and fix this!"
*Click.*
The phone hung up, giving Lin Pingfan no chance to speak at all.
Lin Pingfan narrowed his eyes slightly. After hesitating for a long moment, he dialed a number.
It rang only once before the other person answered immediately.
"Young Master!"
"I heard you were released from prison! Where are you? Let me throw a welcome party for you!"
Before Lin Pingfan could even speak, the caller said excitedly.
"We'll talk about that later. Run a trace on a phone number for me."
With that, Lin Pingfan gave Ye Yaxin's mobile number to the person on the other end.
A few seconds later, the person had already pinpointed the phone's location.
"Young Master, the last call location is at Mays Hotel in Haizhou City."
***
In Private Room 1101 at Mays Hotel.
It was a large private room capable of holding thirty people, yet right now it only occupied seven.
Five men and two women.
Among the two women were Ye Yaxin and her best friend Han Xiangrou.
The other five people were members of the Hung Hing Association, each bearing the exclusive tattoo of the Hung Hing Association on their arms.
By now, Ye Yaxin's face was flushed and her eyes were hazy. The hand holding her wine glass was swaying unsteadily—she was completely drunk.
Beside her, Han Xiangrou's face was filled with panic. Although she hadn't been drinking, the current situation was starting to spin out of control.
"Brother Qiang, didn't Young Master Liu speak to you about the money Yaxin owes the Hung Hing Association?!"
Ye Yaxin was no longer entirely in her right mind, and Han Xiangrou kept speaking up for her, hoping to somehow get through tonight's crisis.
"Spoken to me?!"
"What does a stinking b**** like you know about anything?" A burly, bald man curled the corner of his mouth into a playful, mocking smile. "Liu Haotian is a piece of trash! Is he worthy of talking to me?!"
What the man said was true. In the eyes of the Hung Hing Association, the Liu Family's Haiyan Group was absolute nothingness.
After all, the Hung Hing Association was an entity that dared to go head-to-head with the richest man in Haizhou; their strength and background were not to be underestimated!
"I'll give you two choices. One is to drink with me until I'm satisfied."
"The other choice is for me to go find Ye Qingguo and have a chat with him myself."
The man was called Zhang Gang, nicknamed "Money-Grubber." He was a hall master of the Hung Hing Association, as well as a top-tier enforcer with several hundred subordinates under his command—quite a well-known figure in Haizhou City.
He was notoriously ruthless, and coupled with the background and connections of the Hung Hing Association, even some major families preferred not to provoke him if they could avoid it.
"No, you can't go to my dad!"
"I'll... I'll drink this wine!"
Though her mind was hazy, Ye Yaxin still had a shred of awareness left.
Earlier, because of a business project, she had secretly borrowed fifty million in private.
While a debt of fifty million was mere pocket change to the Ye Family, she hadn't borrowed through normal loans—she had taken out usurious high-interest loans.
Having borrowed it for just one month, the interest had already ballooned to one hundred million!
Naturally, Ye Yaxin didn't dare let Ye Qingguo find out. Unsteadily, she picked up her wine glass.
Filled with worry, Han Xiangrou hurriedly tried to stop her. "Yaxin... you can't drink anymore. Why don't we let your uncle handle this!"
"No, my dad must never find out." Ye Yaxin pushed Han Xiangrou away, threw her head back, and drained the red wine in her glass in one go.
Watching Ye Yaxin finish the glass, Zhang Gang rubbed his chin with a grin, a fierce and greedy look flashing in his eyes as he looked Ye Yaxin up and down.
At the same time, he motioned for his subordinates to keep pouring drinks for Ye Yaxin.
"Brother Qiang, you really can't let Yaxin drink anymore!"
"We'll definitely find a way to pay the money back when we go back. Please let Yaxin go!"
Han Xiangrou was still a decent best friend, speaking up for Ye Yaxin at a crucial moment.
Who would have thought that Zhang Gang's greedy and lecherous gaze would wander straight to Han Xiangrou instead.
"Two beauties at once, well well well, this isn't bad at all!"
"You're going to drink with me too!"
At Zhang Gang's command, a dyed-blond lackey flashed a sinister grin and immediately filled a glass of red wine for Han Xiangrou.
Han Xiangrou's eyes hardened, her body trembling slightly. "Brother Qiang... I won't drink. Once Yaxin is drunk, I still need to drive her home."
*Slap!*
"F*** your mother, giving you face and you don't want it, huh?!"
A vicious look appeared on the blond lackey's face as he grabbed Han Xiangrou by the chin, preparing to force the wine down her throat!
"Brother Qiang told you to drink, that's your honor. Drink up for us!"