“You can watch me dial, alright?”
In the end, Wang Zhixian got through to Xu Fei, who was already en route and found it a bit odd—talk about timing.
After hearing the situation over the phone, he pieced it together: Wang Zhixian only thought of him because she was in a jam.
But that call was ages ago now, and Cheng-ge was getting antsy.
“Xiao Xian, your so-called rich boyfriend isn’t a fake, is he?”
“Get your filthy hands off me!”
Wang Zhixian felt the heat at her back and scowled fiercely.
“Fine, fine… but my patience has limits, I’ll give you five more minutes, if he’s not here by then, you’re out of lifelines!”
Zhang Cheng smirked, his jowly face quivering as he laughed, barking into his phone with words like “sell yourself” popping up, scaring Su Baihe stiff.
“Xiao Xian, how come he’s not here yet? I can’t bear to see you…”
“He’ll come, Mom, don’t worry, we’ve got to trust Xu Fei!”
Wang Zhixian reassured her mom, but her own eyes darted anxiously to the door.
“He wouldn’t really miss it, would he?”
Zhang Cheng sat nearby, tapping the table in sync with Wang Zhixian’s pounding heart, making her jumpy.
Five minutes flew by, and still no sign of that hoped-for figure at the door.
“Sorry, five minutes are up, better come with me like a good girl!”
Zhang Cheng grinned wide, his sleazy gaze practically devouring Wang Zhixian whole.
This was the ending he wanted—whether that supposed rich kid from the provincial capital showed up didn’t matter a lick.
Sure, he wasn’t filthy rich, but he was a big-shot local thug around here.
Like they say, even a strong dragon can’t crush a local snake, and Zhang Cheng was damn sure of that.
Why that rich kid hadn’t shown, whether he’d hit a snag on the way, Zhang Cheng didn’t know.
But he’d planned for it all, his goons had the restaurant locked down tight.
If that city boy made it here, the layers of muscle downstairs would give him hell.
By the time he broke through, Zhang Cheng figured he’d have crushed Wang Zhixian’s spirit and hauled her off.
Once he got her back to his turf, not even the king of heaven could touch him!
“Come on, look, don’t say I’m throwing my weight around, we’ve got the IOU as proof, even if I cut you a deal and take that pendant worth a few hundred grand, you’re still a million short.”
“If you don’t sign this contract, how you gonna pay me back?”
Wang Zhixian stared at the so-called contract he slid over, panic rising.
On paper, it looked legit, but she wasn’t dumb—this was a trap.
Sign it, and she’d be admitting to the IOU, handing herself over to be carved up.
But her long-awaited savior was nowhere in sight, so with no options left, Wang Zhixian braced to sign.
Downstairs at the Chuanyu Renjia Hotel, a tank-like beast of a car rolled up, and a figure stepped out.
“Ugh… never thought this little dump would be so hard to find, damn navigation’s useless!”
Xu Fei grumbled as he got out, only to be met by three or five young punks with steel pipes swaggering over.
“No business today, Cheng-ge’s booked it out! Don’t want trouble? Beat it!”
Their cocky tone didn’t rile Xu Fei—instead, it confirmed Wang Zhixian was trapped right here.
