Chapter 1125 Sun Qian

Zhao Fusheng's car slowly stopped at the entrance of the club. This time, not only Tong Zhenbang and Chen Shijie behind him appeared at the door, but also a woman in a cheongsam.

Glancing at her, Zhao Fusheng frowned, pushed open the door, and got out of the car.

He had to admit that the woman was very beautiful. She was the kind of woman whose real age was impossible to tell, like a cocktail exquisitely blended by time, leaving a lingering aftertaste upon savoring.

One moment she might be the backward glance of a mature woman, the next she carried a hint of shyness only a pure young girl would have.

But he had to admit that a woman with such a perfect figure, curvy in all the right places, was undoubtedly a man's favorite.

"Hello, this is my good friend Sun Qian." Tong Zhenbang smiled and introduced the woman to Zhao Fusheng: "And this is Chairman Zhao, my business partner."

The two shook hands politely.

"Hello, Chairman Zhao."

"Hello, Miss Sun."

Her touch was soft. Although it was only a brief contact, Zhao Fusheng could still feel the smoothness of her skin. She was a true enchantress, using her innate feminine assets to the fullest. Perhaps having shed the greenness of a young girl, she understood men well. Even a simple self-introduction was refreshing.

Zhao Fusheng was certain that if it were an ordinary man, nine out of ten would be captivated by her, eager to drag her straight to bed.

Why do men prefer married women?

Because when you pat her bottom, she knows to change positions. When you lie down, she knows to sit on top. When you stand up, she knows to kneel. When you kneel, she knows to bend over.

But a young girl, when you pat her bottom, will turn around and ask: "Why are you hitting my bottom?"

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng was neither an inexperienced young man nor a reckless scoundrel. He had a stunningly beautiful wife at home and was surrounded by beautiful women daily, which gave him considerable resistance.

"Chairman Zhao is truly young and promising," Sun Qian said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile. "I've never seen such a young and successful boss like you."

As the saying goes, everyone praises the sedan chair. Whether sincere or not, at least the words were pleasant.

But the more this happened, the more wary Zhao Fusheng became of this woman named Sun Qian. He was self-aware; his abilities were far from making a beautiful woman fall for him at first sight. Although Zhao Fusheng liked beautiful women, he knew well which kind he could not touch and which kind he should not even glance at.

A woman like Sun Qian—only if Zhao Fusheng were crazy would he provoke her. Not to mention, if they really got involved, he might be drained dry, or even before succeeding, he might be toyed with to death.

The term "ruthless" was never used only to describe men.

Tong Zhenbang watched Zhao Fusheng and Sun Qian with interest. Sun Qian was one of his side projects. When he had her open a club in the capital back then, his purpose was merely to have a foothold for his people in the country. He never expected it to develop to this point.

Even now, he didn't expect Sun Qian to achieve anything in her interactions with Zhao Fusheng. But if Zhao Fusheng really became ambiguous with Sun Qian, he would hit the jackpot.

However, in his view, relying on Sun Qian to deal with Zhao Fusheng was quite difficult. At least from the information he had gathered, Zhao Fusheng hadn't even touched a single one of those glamorous actresses in the entertainment industry, let alone a woman like Sun Qian, who was clearly a socialite.

Tong Zhenbang knew well that some people were not so easy to fool.

He had to admit that Tong Zhenbang's thinking was correct.

If it were Zhao Fusheng before his rebirth, meeting Sun Qian at this age would surely make him fall at her feet. But now, with a psychological age of several decades, although Zhao Fusheng was also amazed by her beauty, he wouldn't easily develop any fondness for a woman he met for the first time. At most, she would leave a deep impression, since beautiful women always do.

But for Zhao Fusheng, knowing Tong Zhenbang's identity, his first reaction to Sun Qian was to heighten his vigilance and be cautious. As for the rest, it really didn't matter.

Don't forget, Zhao Fusheng had lived through that legendary era when interesting souls were one in a million, and good-looking skins were a dime a dozen.

What's more, Zhao Fusheng was in the advertising circle, where there were indeed too many beautiful women.

"Chairman Zhao, is something the matter?" Sun Qian glanced imperceptibly at Zhang Qian behind Zhao Fusheng and asked with a smile.

Tong Zhenbang was also a bit puzzled, wondering why Zhao Fusheng had inexplicably left and then come back.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, casually took out the slip of paper, and handed it to Tong Zhenbang: "My driver just received this."

"This..."

Tong Zhenbang took it and glanced at it, and his face instantly turned grim.

"What's wrong?" Sun Qian was a bit bewildered, but after reading the note, her expression also turned sour.

"This, this must be a misunderstanding." Sun Qian looked up and said.

Zhao Fusheng didn't say a word, but his gaze shifted to Tong Zhenbang.

Tong Zhenbang smiled bitterly to himself. He actually didn't know much about this club; most of the time he left it to Sun Qian to manage, and now it had turned out like this.

Based on his understanding of Sun Qian, this woman must have been up to some tricks in the club, but he just didn't know what was going on with the owner of this note.

"Mr. Tong, I think I need an explanation for this." Zhao Fusheng looked at Tong Zhenbang and said slowly.

Tong Zhenbang was taken aback, then heard Zhao Fusheng continue: "I am a legitimate businessman, and I hope my partners are the same. Mr. Tong, you and I both know that this club is definitely connected to you. But if this place is a den of iniquity, then I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't continue cooperating with you."

After a pause, he said in a deep voice, "And I'm taking this girl who's asking for help, if she really needs it."

Tong Zhenbang and Sun Qian were dumbfounded, never expecting that Zhao Fusheng, having set up such a scene, would say something like this. Was the man crazy?

Then Zhao Fusheng continued, "But don't worry, you two. I'll take her away, and I can guarantee she won't talk nonsense. I just hope we can all get along peacefully from now on."

After hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Tong Zhenbang shot Sun Qian a fierce glare, cursing her inwardly. He had already told her to handle things cleanly without any mishaps, yet she had still caused trouble.

He could even imagine that if Mr. Li behind him found out that this incident had ruined his cooperation with Zhao Fusheng, not only Sun Qian but even he himself would be punished.

The thought of Mr. Li's methods made Tong Zhenbang shudder. Gritting his teeth, he said to Zhao Fusheng, "Chairman Zhao, believe me, this club has nothing to do with me. We've just been cooperating well. And I guarantee that Boss Sun doesn't know what her subordinates are up to."

"Isn't that right, Boss Sun?" As he spoke, Tong Zhenbang looked at Sun Qian.

Sun Qian opened her mouth to say something but met Tong Zhenbang's almost predatory gaze—a terrifying look she had never seen before. She could clearly feel that if her words didn't satisfy him, she would face a miserable end.

Thinking this, Sun Qian nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Chairman Zhao, I really don't know what happened. How about this: I'll call out the waitstaff, and your driver can identify them one by one. What do you think?"

Zhang Qian sneered behind Zhao Fusheng and was about to speak, but Zhao Fusheng nodded, "Alright, then please, Miss Sun, bring them out. I won't go inside."

Then he turned and said calmly to Zhang Qian, "Go inside with Miss Sun to identify them, and just bring the person out."

Zhang Qian was startled, then saw Zhao Fusheng's gaze. He nodded to show he understood and followed Sun Qian into the club.

Zhao Fusheng stood at the entrance of the club, facing Tong Zhenbang with a calm expression.

At this moment, no one needed to speak, because some things were left unsaid, understood tacitly.