Chapter 244: Silken Concerns
The robotic voice slowly announced, "Esteemed Mr. Zhao Dong, the balance in your card ending in 8067 is three hundred forty-two million, three hundred twenty thousand yuan."
The clear announcement resonated throughout the hotel.
At that moment, the entire lobby fell dead silent. Even the surrounding diners seemed to freeze in place, and a crowd stared dumbfounded in their direction.
At the table, Wu Haibo and Wang Ziyue were frozen solid, their faces masks of utter shock. The others stared intently at Zhao Dong, not daring to breathe, their expressions changing in an instant.
Beside him, Song Qingwan trembled. She looked at Zhao Dong, her voice quivering, "Zhao Dong, I… did I hear that right? You… you have that much money in your account?"
Zhao Dong gave a faint smile. "It's not that much. It's decent, I suppose."
At his words, Wu Haibo and Wang Ziyue collapsed to the floor with a thud. Their breathing hitched as their vision swam and turned dark.
After all, many tycoons worth billions couldn't produce several hundred million in cash at a moment's notice. The fact that Wu Haibo could produce fifty million was already impressive, yet Zhao Dong… had several hundred million?
Wu Haibo swallowed hard. Looking at Zhao Dong, his body began to tremble. He was scared, truly scared. How could a man who could produce so much money be an ordinary person?
With another thud, Wu Haibo dropped to his knees before Zhao Dong, his voice shaking. "Mr.… Mr. Zhao, I was wrong… I had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. I didn't mean to give you a hard time, Mr. Zhao. It was all this bitch Wang Ziyue's fault!"
Nearby, Wang Ziyue was stunned. Her face was deathly pale as she stared at Wu Haibo in disbelief.
"Wu Haibo, you bastard… How dare you swear at me?"
Wu Haibo flew into a rage and slapped Wang Ziyue violently across the face. "Fuck you! Who the hell do you think you are, daring to talk to me like that? I was just toying with you, and you actually took it seriously? Goddammit, do you have any idea who Mr. Zhao is? How dare you offend him?"
Wang Ziyue was completely dazed by the slap. Her hair was a mess, and a massive red handprint swelled on her cheek. Tears streamed down her face. "Wu Haibo, you bastard, you dare hit me! I'll fight you to the death!"
Wang Ziyue lunged at Wu Haibo, claws bared, but he simply kicked her aside. He then hurried over to Zhao Dong, bowing and scraping. "Mr. Zhao, please, continue your meal… I… I have some matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now. I have absolutely nothing to do with Wang Ziyue!"
Zhao Dong smirked. "You think you can just leave?"
Wu Haibo's face went pale with fright. He began slapping himself across the face, his voice choked with fear. "Mr. Zhao, I truly know I was wrong… Ms. Song, I'm so sorry! I'm truly sorry! Please, just let me go!"
Zhao Dong said coolly, "I heard you're an investor in one of Qingwan's upcoming movies. You're not going to use this to make things difficult for her, are you?"
Wu Haibo shivered, his face ashen. "How would I dare, Mr. Zhao! I swear, I won't! Ms. Song will absolutely be the lead in this movie!"
Zhao Dong smiled faintly. "Good. Now, get lost!"
Without another word, Wu Haibo turned and fled. Zhao Dong's gaze then shifted to Wang Ziyue, who was still on the floor.
He slowly rose to his feet and walked over to her, towering over her with a cold expression. "From the moment we got in the car, you haven't stopped mocking Qingwan and me. There's no grudge between us, so why are you so malicious?"
Wang Ziyue shuddered, terrified by Zhao Dong's bone-chilling stare. "Mr. Zhao, I… I know I was wrong," she stammered. "I shouldn't have deliberately made things difficult for you and Ms. Song. I know I was wrong!"
Seeing that even Wu Haibo had been groveling at Zhao Dong's feet, Wang Ziyue didn't dare entertain any thought of resistance. She was so scared she was on the verge of tears.
Noticing Zhao Dong's icy glare remained unchanged, she suddenly grabbed his leg and wiped her tears away. "Mr. Zhao, please forgive me… You… I'll do anything you want. I'll even serve you… I… I'm willing."
With that, Wang Ziyue suggestively pushed out her chest, looking up at Zhao Dong with an aggrieved expression.
It had to be said that Wang Ziyue was a top-tier beauty with an excellent figure. Her large, peach-like bust was enough to give any man an indescribable urge.
Zhao Dong took a deep breath to calm himself and said coldly, "Slap yourself ten times and apologize to Qingwan!"
Without a second thought, Wang Ziyue raised her hand and began slapping her own face, apologizing with each strike.
Zhao Dong's eyes then fell upon Wang Ziyue's former lackeys. The few third-rate internet celebrities now had ashen faces. One of them was so frightened she started crying. After all, this was a man who could casually produce three hundred million! How could someone with that kind of money be an ordinary person? A single word from him could ruin their entire lives!
The girls hurriedly kowtowed and apologized to Zhao Dong, sobbing. They were truly terrified.
"Get lost."
Zhao Dong couldn't be bothered with them. Hearing his command, Wang Ziyue and her group scurried away in disgrace.
The remaining people at the table looked at one another, no one daring to speak.
The next second, the table erupted. They looked at Zhao Dong with admiration in their eyes.
"Brother Zhao! I never would have guessed you were so rich!"
"Yeah! You acted like you didn't have a penny to your name. Turns out you're the real hidden tycoon!"
"Brother Zhao, why don't you take me in as a little sister? Qingwan is already our big sister, after all."
"That's right, Brother Zhao! You're so powerful, you're my hero! If you weren't already with Sister Qingwan, I would totally want to date you!"
The group of girls chattered excitedly, now that Zhao Dong had revealed his strength. What woman isn't attracted to power? Even though he was with Song Qingwan, they all wanted to make a good impression on him.
Zhao Dong smiled wryly and glanced at Song Qingwan, who smiled back before finally speaking up. "Alright, that's enough chattering from all of you. Hurry up and eat! You're only impressed by your Brother Zhao's money. If he were broke, would you still be saying these things?"
The group of girls deflated, some lowering their heads in shame. Song Qingwan was right. If they hadn't seen how rich Zhao Dong was, they would never be acting this way.
Zhao Dong smiled and smoothed things over. "Alright, everyone, let's eat! Order whatever you want today, it's on me!"
"Yay!"
The atmosphere hit a new peak.
Lunch ended in a boisterous mood, and the group of girls began to leave.
However, when Zhao Dong went to the restroom, a few of the girls deliberately left him notes, each giving him a flirtatious wink as they passed by. The notes had their room numbers for the night.
Zhao Dong chuckled and tossed all the notes away. To think that these women—internet celebrities, models, and stars who were seen as goddesses by the public—would act this way in the face of money. Some of them even regularly appeared on TV shows, cultivating an image of purity and kindness.
I wonder what their fans would think if they saw this with their own eyes…
Zhao Dong and Song Qingwan said their goodbyes to the others. They exchanged a look and shared a knowing smile.
A shy glint appeared in Song Qingwan's eyes. Blushing, she poked Zhao Dong's chest. "You bad boy, what are you thinking?"
Zhao Dong leaned in and whispered mischievously in her ear, "I'm thinking about sleeping with you, Superstar Song."
A jolt went through Song Qingwan's body. Her breath hitched and she started to tremble, overwhelmed by an indescribable sensation.
She… she couldn't hold back any longer.
"I… I miss you so much too…" Song Qingwan's breath was hot, filled with a fiercely restrained longing and hope.
Naturally, the best way to express such longing was…
Without another word, they hailed a taxi to the nearest hotel and went straight to a room.
Kicking the door shut, Zhao Dong tumbled onto the bed with Song Qingwan in his arms!
They gazed into each other's eyes. Just as Zhao Dong was about to make his move, Song Qingwan suddenly said, "Wait a minute!"
"What's wrong?!"
Blushing, Song Qingwan gave him a mischievous smile and shyly pulled something out of her bag.
Zhao Dong looked at it and was dumbfounded.