Chapter 390

Chapter 390

To a man, a car was like his favorite toy.

It also represented status.

A nine-hundred-thousand-yuan Cayenne was the cheapest Cayenne available, but to an ordinary person like me, it was already a luxury vehicle!

I had always wanted this car!

But I never imagined anyone would give me one as a birthday present.

Honestly, it was so valuable that I did not dare accept it. But knowing Meng Yifan’s personality, he would never take it back.

Seventh Master was right. My ties to the Six Relations were shallow, and I had lost family affection and romantic love. But I still had friendship.

I had endured so much separation and death in a single year. These friends were the reason I could still live like a normal person.

I did not want my eyes to redden in front of everyone.

But I could not stop them from growing damp.

“Hahaha!”

Meng Yifan suddenly burst out laughing and ran to Song Xiaotian. “You lost! I told you he’d cry! Hahaha!”

Song Xiaotian glared at me irritably. “You’re pathetic. Why cry over a gift? You just cost me five hundred yuan.”

He transferred five hundred to Meng Yifan on the spot.

Xie Peng and the others said, “Second-in-Command, we didn’t prepare presents. The boss’s gift was so expensive that anything from us would look embarrassing.”

“We ordered a birthday cake. You can buy dinner tonight! Hahaha!”

I drew a breath and nodded firmly. “Absolutely. Tonight, everyone gets a feast on me!”

I had made my decision. Unless Meng Yifan went bankrupt, I would never resign.

I would dedicate my youth and work myself to the bone for this shop!

I spent the entire day at work in a state of excitement. I even skipped lunch and remained inside my Cayenne.

This was the ultimate enjoyment!

Ever since selling my old car, I had felt as though I had suffered a breakup. Something seemed missing every day.

Travel had also become inconvenient. I had planned to buy a used car, but now I was driving a Cayenne!

Song Xiaotian approached with a bowl of noodles and prepared to get inside.

“What are you doing? You haven’t even eaten…”

“What do you think you’re doing? No food in the car!”

I shouted excitedly, “How can anyone eat inside this car?”

He stared at me, then slunk away.

“Damn, you scared me…”

Near closing time, I left half an hour early to reserve a private room at a restaurant.

It was my birthday, so I naturally had to treat everyone. Seventh Master and Pan Xiaorou would attend as well. I could not choose somewhere shabby. It had to be a good restaurant.

As I prepared to leave, Song Xiaotian stopped me and suggested Haidilao.

I asked whether Haidilao was suitable.

“Why wouldn’t it be? Everyone wants hot pot. Just make the reservation.”

I respected the group’s wishes and drove to a nearby Haidilao.

I reserved a large private room and ordered several bottles of good liquor.

It was a happy day, so I also bought several packs of quality cigarettes.

When I returned and headed toward my room, five or six people emerged from another private room.

I would have recognized the man leading them even if he had been burned to ash.

Yuan Shouping!

Qingyuan!

The man who had imprisoned me!

I wanted to tear off his skin, but fear was stronger than hatred.

I was terrified he would capture me again.

If he took me this time, no one would ever find me.
I hurriedly pushed open the private-room door, slipped inside, and shut it behind me.

But what I feared soon happened. The door opened, and Qingyuan barged in with his companions.

He gave me a mocking half smile. “Well, well, if it isn’t our lucky survivor. What a coincidence. We really must be destined to meet.”

I stared coldly and stepped back. “Get lost.”

“My, how unfriendly.” He sneered. “I entertained you for several days, after all. Tell me who rescued you. I’d love to meet someone so capable.”

I drew a breath and suppressed my rage. “I escaped on my own.”

Qingyuan laughed again. “I found a woman’s long hair inside one of the warehouse crates. Your rescuer was a woman. Tell me which heroic lady was brave enough to do it.”

My face darkened. I grabbed the ashtray and swung it at him.

But I was clearly no match for him. He seized my wrist, leaving me unable to move.

His companions surrounded me and restrained my other arm.

“What are you doing? You dare kidnap me in public?”

“Kidnap you?”

Qingyuan toyed with me. “We live under the rule of law. Don’t make false accusations.”

Laughter erupted throughout the room.

I glared through clenched teeth. “Just wait. If you ever fall into my hands, I’ll make you wish you were dead!”

“Oh, how frightening.”

“Hahaha!”

Just then, two more people appeared at the doorway.

Song Xiaotian and Seventh Master.

With witnesses present, Qingyuan’s group immediately released me and pretended to pat my shoulder. “Well, brother, we won’t interrupt your meal. We’ll talk again.”

They prepared to leave, but Song Xiaotian and Seventh Master blocked the door.

“Chen Mo, who’s this?”

“His name is Qingyuan,” I said through clenched teeth. “He’s the one who kidnapped me.”

Song Xiaotian’s expression changed as he looked at Qingyuan.

Smack!

Without warning, he backhanded Qingyuan across the face. “So you’re the bastard called Qingyuan!”

Several men rushed forward. Before they could strike, Song Xiaotian slapped every one of them.

When Qingyuan recovered, his face turned dark with humiliation.

“You’re courting death!”

Song Xiaotian laughed, grabbed his throat, and pinned him against the wall. “What did you just say?”

Qingyuan struggled until his face turned red but could not break free.

He quickly surrendered and forced a smile. “Brother, it was only a joke. There’s no need for this. This place is trying to conduct business. We shouldn’t cause trouble.”

Song Xiaotian released him with a smile. “So you understand that causing trouble is wrong. It’s my brother’s birthday. Wish him a happy birthday.”

Qingyuan straightened and reluctantly wished me a happy birthday.

The moment he finished, Song Xiaotian kicked him in the stomach and sent him flying.

“You’re built like that, but you sound like a damned sissy. Can’t you speak louder?”

Qingyuan climbed up, grinding his teeth. When Song Xiaotian raised his hand again, he hurriedly concealed his vicious expression.

“I’m sorry! No… Happy birthday! I wish you a happy birthday!”

“That’s better.”

Song Xiaotian waved dismissively. “Get lost. Don’t ruin our mood.”

Unable to swallow the humiliation, Qingyuan suppressed his anger and asked, “Brother, may I know your name?”