The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 270: 259 Rage, Falling off the Horse Scene [3 Updates]

Feng Hua thought the same.

With no one around, it was the perfect opportunity for him to enjoy himself.

But today had gone surprisingly smoothly. He had thought it would take some effort, yet the girl he had set his sights on didn’t even think about running away.

He had played with quite a few young stars, as well as some who had thrown themselves at him.

But none, none compared to the girl before him.

She was truly a peerless beauty, a rare sight in this world.

“The night is so fine, before we play, we should also drink some wine to enhance the mood,” Feng Hua gave a meaningful look to the young gentlemen beside him, “A 40-degree Rémy Martin Louis XIII, fifty thousand a bottle.”

The young gentleman’s family was not as prestigious as Feng Hua’s, naturally regarding Feng Hua with great respect.@@novelbin@@

Upon hearing Feng Hua’s words, he took out the prepared wine.

They had even gotten their hands on a hallucinogen, naturally, the wine was also spiked with mood-enhancing drugs.

It had always been Feng Hua leading these kinds of activities, with them joining in for fun.

They had never failed before.

Ying Zijin glanced over and really just took the bottle from the young man’s hand.

“So sensible, too sensible,” Feng Hua laughed seeing the girl so compliant, “Be good, I like it. If you please me enough, I might even marry you.”

The gentleman beside him was somewhat surprised, lowering his voice, “Young Master Feng, are you serious?”

Feng Hua appeared unconcerned, seemingly chuckling, “Without some sweet words, how would they willingly have fun with me?”

The young gentleman shrugged.

He knew Feng Hua would only marry a socialite and rich lady from the capital if he was going to, not some orphan girl just for her looks.

“Same old rules, I go first,” Feng Hua walked up slowly, starting to undo the buttons, his face hanging with a sinister smile.

Ying Zijin seemed as if she hadn’t heard.

She weighed the bottle in her hand, then gripped the neck and raised it up.

“Clang!”

Without giving Feng Hua any time to react, she smashed it down on his head.

The movement was fierce and fast.

However, the girl’s actions were effortless, as if she were merely acting on a whim.

Her expression did not change either, as aloof as ever.

Snow on distant mountains, moon in the sky.

Mist and haze forming a picturesque scene.

Feng Hua’s smile still lingered on his face as it was smashed into a bloody mess.

Wine, glass shards, and blood mixed and dripped down, the pain spreading from his scalp throughout his body, stiffening his limbs.

Feng Hua’s knees weakened, and he knelt down straight.

“What a pity,” Ying Zijin tossed aside the bottle fragments, her voice indifferent, “A fifty-thousand-a-bottle Rémy Martin.”

“…”

The entire private room was silent, all four gentlemen who came with Feng Hua were rooted to the spot in shock.

They simply could not believe someone dared to lay a hand on Feng Hua.

The Feng family was not a major clan in the capital, but they were not small either.

And since they were related to the Xiu Family, many in the circle sought to curry favor.

Some of the smaller clans even specifically provided women for Feng Hua.

“You bitch,” the young man who had passed the wine regained his senses, shocked and angry, “You’re looking to die! Get her, cripple her first!”

Several security guards also came to their senses, immediately pulling out their stun batons.

Others had been unruly before, but a shock would quickly subdue them.

But they couldn’t get within half a step of the girl. Their stun batons hadn’t even been switched on before she grabbed hold of them.

Just like that, she grabbed the stun baton, flipped her wrist, and threw the security guard onto the ground with a backhand toss.

In the space of ten seconds, the eight security guards brought by Feng Hua were all down on the ground.

The bravado of the four young gentlemen instantly evaporated, their legs trembling.

Accustomed to the high life, they only exercised occasionally, their bodies were always weak.

These guards were fighters trained by Dynasty KTV, having even participated in boxing matches.

If the guards hadn’t lasted long, what chances did they have?

The man who had passed the wine shivered and turned to run out.

But he couldn’t make it through the door.

A hand reached from behind and grabbed the collar, smashing him against the heavy door of the private room.

“Don’t be afraid,” Ying Zijin’s hand didn’t loosen, her gaze indifferent, “There’s no more wine, I won’t smash your head.”

Another young gentleman, seeing this, shakily pulled out his phone to send a message.

He didn’t have Xiu Yan’s number, so he sent it to Mu Chenzhou instead.

**

Outside the private room.

Teng Yunmeng had no idea what had actually happened inside; she was desperately pounding on the door, but the soundproofing was too effective and her voice couldn’t penetrate.

She wasn’t able to pound for long before the security guards stationed outside drove her away.

In the lobby on the first floor, the boys and girls who had run away sat on the sofas, their faces still somewhat pale.

Teng Yunmeng’s cell phone had been taken by the security guards, leaving her unable to call the police.

She sat on the sofa in a daze, so anxious that tears came out.

She also didn’t understand how she had really just left Ying Zijin behind and walked away.

Teng Yunmeng didn’t want to just sit there, but several security guards were at the door, holding electric batons in their hands.

Having won so many gold medals in international academic competitions, she wasn’t stupid.

Clearly, this was a setup.

Teng Yunmeng thought of Xiu Yan, but Xiu Yan hadn’t returned yet.

Her hands clenched her clothes tightly, she bit her teeth, and was about to desperately rush out when suddenly there was a commotion at the entrance.

Teng Yunmeng looked up in surprise, only to see three people walk in.

The security guards wanted to stop them but didn’t dare to.

Teng Yunmeng noticed that one of the men was devilishly handsome, and there was an old man among them.

They went to take the elevator, while another person walked towards her.

The man, dressed in a suit, handed Teng Yunmeng a card, “Teng Yunmeng, right? I’m Mu Cheng, this is a new private room. Miss Ying is fine, she said she will meet you in a while.”

After saying this, the man also went upstairs.

**

Twenty minutes later, the screams continued one after another in the private room booked by Xiu Yan.

The few young masters had no ability to fight back and were hung up and beaten by the girl.

Especially Feng Hua.

His head was smashed and he had lost consciousness for a while.

When he finally came to, the private room was a mess.

It took a long moment for Feng Hua to remember what had happened, and another wave of dizziness surged through his head.

“You dare to hit me?” Feng Hua touched the blood on his head, shocked and angry, “Do you know who my dad is? Do you still want to make it in the capital?!”

Hearing his voice, Ying Zijin turned her head.

She lifted her leg and kicked fiercely towards his groin.

Feng Hua let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, unable to make a sound anymore.

Just then, the door to the private room was knocked open.

Upon entering, Mu Chenzhou saw this scene.

His expression changed, “Ying Zijin, stop it! Keep going and he will die, do you want to ruin your future?”

Ying Zijin’s hand didn’t stop, she turned her head and glanced at Mu Chenzhou.

There was no emotion.

“You had a hand in this.”

These four words were not a question, but a certainty.

Mu Chenzhou felt a chill run down his spine.

He had given a push as Madam Mu said.

The hallucinogen was obtained with his help.

But how could Ying Zijin know?

This was simply impossible.

He didn’t want her to know at all.

“Ying Zijin, I’m sorry, this wasn’t my intention,” Mu Chenzhou took a deep breath, “Please don’t take it to heart. You’ve hit him enough, stop now, Feng Hua is not someone you can afford to offend.”

“Don’t mind.” Ying Zijin, stepping on Feng Hua’s hand, didn’t even lift her eyes, “I don’t like you, let alone know you. Why should I care what you do?”

Mu Chenzhou’s mind buzzed as if there was a bee buzzing by his ear, but he couldn’t quite comprehend what the girl was saying.

He mechanically lifted his head, his lips trembling, “Don’t know me?”

Madam Mu came with Mu Chenzhou and upon hearing this, her expression cooled a few degrees.

“Enough with the act,” Madam Mu said condescendingly, “It would be an honor for you to marry into the Feng Family, Chenzhou is doing this for your own good. After all, you wish to be the Matriarch of the House Mu, but you’re not qualified.”

“You shouldn’t hurt his feelings just because you noticed Chenzhou is interested in you,” she added.

She really couldn’t stand seeing someone use another’s feelings to hurt them.

Especially when the hurt was to her own son.

“Unfortunately, you’re being ungrateful,” Madam Mu also saw Feng Hua beaten and battered, “Now, not only will you not marry into the Feng Family, but you’ll also go to jail.”

As she spoke, she took out her cell phone and scoffed, “I’m going to call the police.”

However, Madam Mu had only entered the digits “110” and hadn’t yet pressed the green dial button when a faint voice came from the left side of the private room.

“Old man, I really didn’t know when the Feng Family became worthy to be mentioned in front of Xiao Ying.”

“I would give her the Mu family and she wouldn’t take it, and here you are talking big,” the voice continued.

Only then did the lights in the private room fully turn on, illuminating the old man sitting in the corner.