From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables C.490 - : 229 Hairband (13)

Chapter 490: 229 Hairband (13)

Bai Ziyan didn’t take the elevator and went straight up the stairs.

“Xiao Bai, you finally made it.” Song Yinzhang saw Bai Ziyan running up and said with a smile.

“Where’s Ming Jing?” Bai Ziyan panted.

Song Yinzhang raised his eyebrows: “You’re too late, she’s left.”

“Left?” Bai Ziyan frowned.

“What about that bastard Song Hanqing? Did he bully Ming Jing?”

As he spoke, he clenched his fists, making a cracking sound.

Song Yinzhang pointed at the door of the private room: “He’s in there.”

Bai Ziyan, puzzled by his antics, prepared to open the door. He pushed it, found it very heavy, used some force to open it, and the door suddenly closed itself.

And the sight in front of him nearly blew Bai Ziyan’s eyes out.

Inside the private room, several people were lying sprawled on the floor. One was fat and big-eared, whom he didn’t know; another had a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, obviously not a good guy. These two men had their hands tied together with a necktie, lying on the floor like dead pigs, grunting in pain.

He recognized the other three people from Song Hanqing’s side, but as for Song Hanqing, Bai Ziyan looked around and didn’t see him. Hearing a pained moan coming from behind, he suddenly turned around.

Song Hanqing’s hands were tied together with a rope, and the rope looped around the door frame like a simple pulley system. As soon as the door was opened, Song Hanqing would be hoisted by the rope, and when the door closed, he would be thrown to the ground. The length of the rope was just right, so the pain from the fall was most intense.

Bai Ziyan opened and closed the door, causing Song Hanqing to be hoisted up and slammed down, screaming in pain.

Bai Ziyan laughed heartily: “This is so much fun, it must be Ming Jing’s idea. What a great prank!”

Bai Ziyan was having a great time, accompanied by Song Hanqing’s screams, and laughed even more heartily.

After having enough fun, Bai Ziyan walked over and stepped on Song Hanqing’s chest, leaning over and saying sinisterly: “You dare to mess with my friend? Are you tired of living?”

With his butt numb from the falls, Song Hanqing woodenly said, “Mr. Bai, I didn’t know she was your friend. If you give me ten more guts, I would never dare to provoke your friends… cough, cough.”

“If she’s not my friend, you can bully others? Who gave you the guts?” Bai Ziyan slapped him twice.

“Can’t you be a good person? Always acting like a lecher. Seeing you makes me want to hit you, doing people a favor.”

Song Hanqing’s mouth was bloody, and his face quickly swelled up as he cried and begged for mercy.

Bai Ziyan telling him to be a good person? Doing people a favor? Where’s his shame?

In front of Bai Ziyan, this young tyrant was nothing compared to the great devil Bai Ziyan.

Bai Ziyan spat on his face, “Remember, her name is Ming Jing, and she’s under my protection. If you dare to have any untoward thoughts again, I’ll feed your balls to a dog. Got it?”

Song Hanqing nodded like a pecking garlic.

Bai Ziyan snorted coldly, looked at the fat and big-eared man, and asked Song Yinzhang, “What’s his story?”

Song Yinzhang whispered a few words in Bai Ziyan’s ear, and Bai Ziyan frowned in disgust: “Ugh, how filthy.”

“A bunch of pigs with brains full of lust, thinking about all that crap all day, a disgrace to us men.” Bai Ziyan cursed a few more times and left the clubhouse.

Bai Ziyan jumped into his car and beckoned Song Yinzhang: “Let’s go see our old friend.”

Song Yinzhang sat in the passenger seat and was about to buckle his seatbelt when he suddenly realized something and looked at Bai Ziyan, “If I remember correctly, you’re not even 17 this year, are you?”

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You need to be 18 to have a driver’s license.

As Song Yinzhang looked on in horror, the young man stepped on the gas, and the sports car shot out like a rocket, accompanied by his arrogant laughter, “You don’t trust my driving skills? Inherited divine driver, sit tight you.”

As expected, they were stopped at an intersection by a traffic cop who asked to see his driver’s license. Bai Ziyan made a phone call, fixed it, and left arrogantly.

Song Yinzhang shook his head: “Mr. Bai will be furious with you.”

Bai Ziyan rolled his eyes: “Don’t mention him, ruining the mood of a great day.”

“Xiao Bai, slow down, my heart can’t take it.” Song Yinzhang covered his heart with one hand, and his life was in Bai Ziyan’s hands. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

“Look at you, so pathetic.”

Song Yinzhang dared not talk to him, fearing to distract him. He swore never to ride in Bai Ziyan’s car again. It was simply a test of his heart’s endurance.

Arriving at the hotel, Bai Ziyan swaggered in, and Song Yinzhang said, “Xiao Bai, it seems Ming Jing went to the hospital.”