Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 213 Zhu Sixuan × Ye Zeming (1)

Hong Kong Island has experienced a week of continuous rain, with a cold snap and damp, chilly air.

As it approached the end of the workday, people at their workstations gradually packed up their belongings and prepared to leave the company.

Department head Linda came out of her office, walked to the workstation by the window, tapped on the table, and reminded her, "Sixuan, don't forget that you have dinner with a client tonight."

Zhu Sixuan looked up from a pile of design drafts, suppressing the weariness in her voice, and said, "Okay."

After working overtime for several days in a row, the client was still picking and choosing about the product packaging design and was not satisfied. Three versions were revised, but they complained that the colors were not eye-catching enough, or that the pattern lacked originality. In the end, they said the colors were too flashy, so they went back to the first version, but needed to add new elements.

That damn client! They're a bunch of idiots, bastards, and complete scoundrels! Did a donkey kick their brain?!
Zhu Sixuan cursed the other party's boss in her heart, took a deep breath to calm herself down, and hoped that she could finalize the design plan tonight. She never wanted to see the ugly face of the client again in her life.

Finally, I spent half an hour organizing the design drafts, tidying up the messy desk, and leaning back in my chair to rest for a while.

At 6:40, Linda took her to the restaurant for their appointment.

The meal went fairly smoothly, and the client finally had a change of heart and did something right.

If she continued to nitpick, Zhu Sixuan feared she would lose her temper and throw the design draft at the other person's square face (size 44).

However, after the meal, the client suggested going to a bar for a couple of drinks to relax and discuss the next product project collaboration.

Zhu Sixuan had the words of cursing on the tip of her tongue, but she forced them back down.

I thought this collaboration would be over and that would be goodbye, but who would have thought I'd have to keep tormented by them!

Is this money absolutely essential to earn?

Okay, this money is definitely worth making.

Prices are high on Hong Kong Island, and the cost of living is high. Rent, utilities, food, and transportation all cost money every month, so she has no choice but to work like a slave at the company.

Mr. Li booked a private room at the nearby Nightlife Bar.

Zhu Sixuan drank two glasses with him, then pretended to be unwell, saying, "I'm sorry, Mr. Li, I can't hold my liquor. I need to go to the restroom."

“Young people can’t handle two drinks,” Mr. Li waved his hand. “Go on.”

Zhu Sixuan picked up her bag, got up, and left the private room, secretly rolling her eyes.

She has a high alcohol tolerance, but she always claims in public that she can only drink three cups and has poor drinking manners, and that she would never get drunk.

Working is tiring enough, but after get off work I still have to have dinner and drinks with clients. My life is really tough.

She deliberately lingered in the bathroom for a long time, applying some blush to her face, making her look genuinely drunk.

On her way back to the private room, two tall, burly bodyguards in black blocked her path.

Zhu Sixuan frowned, puzzled and displeased. "What are you doing?"

The bodyguard said expressionlessly, "Miss Zhu, our Young Master Zhou would like to invite you for a drink."

The moment you mention "Young Master Zhou," Zhu Sixuan knows who it is. In Hong Kong, besides Zhou Shilin, that spoiled brat, who else can be called Young Master Zhou?

But she had no connection with Zhou Shilin and had never even met him, unless it was because of Ningning.

"I do not know him."

The bodyguard ignored her, his tone forceful: "Please, Miss Zhu." Zhu Sixuan gripped her bag strap tightly; she didn't want to get involved with a scoundrel like Zhou Shilin. "I'm not going. What right do you have to force me?"

The bodyguards ignored her completely and forcibly took her to the private room where Zhou Shilin was.

Zhu Sixuan strongly protested, "What you're doing is illegal!"

There was some commotion, but no waiter dared to interfere. This bar was owned by Zhou Shilin, whose family wielded immense power in Hong Kong and no one dared to offend them.

Zhou Shilin leaned back on the sofa with his legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers, looking completely nonchalant. "Miss Zhu, I heard you're Shen Guining's best friend?"

Zhu Sixuan was panicking, but she had to remain calm. "Young Master Zhou, I don't know you at all. Why are you making things difficult for me?"

“You don’t know me, but your best friend has offended me.” Zhou Shilin took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling smoke as he made his point clear. “She has someone protecting her, so I can’t do anything about it. I can only come to you. Blame Shen Guining if you want.”

He was unhappy and needed to vent his anger on someone.

Zhu Sixuan's heart clenched. "What exactly do you want?"

Zhou Shilin raised his chin. "Have a few drinks with me, and I might consider letting you go."

Zhu Sixuan's palms were sweating. "I don't drink alcohol."

Zhou Shilin didn't waste any words with her and spoke in a condescending tone, "Feed her."

Upon receiving the order, the bodyguard picked up the bottle of foreign liquor on the table, restrained Zhu Sixuan, and forced her to drink it down her throat.

In the struggle, the cup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Zhou Shilin, with a mischievous grin, took out his phone to record a video, saying, "Continue."

"Don't touch me!" Zhu Sixuan's eyes reddened, and she lost her balance and fell to the ground, with shards of glass piercing her arm.

A burning, stinging sensation swept through my nerves.

The more she resisted, the more amusing Zhou Shilin found it.

Zhu Sixuan was unable to struggle and was forced to drink a lot of alcohol, which made her throat sore and caused her to cough incessantly.

A surge of heat seemed to flow through my body, making me restless and unbearable.

There are often unclean things in the wine.

Zhou Shilin truly refreshed her understanding of despicable and shameless behavior time and time again.

He spilled wine all over himself, and the ground was a mess.

Zhu Sixuan felt a burning sensation in her stomach, a feeling of humiliation and despair.

Zhou Shilin walked over and stood looking down at her. "I wonder how Shen Guining will react to seeing you like this. I'm quite looking forward to it..."

"boom--"

The sudden, deafening sound of the door being kicked open was deafening.

Zhou Shilin was startled and hadn't even reacted when a fierce fist landed on his face.

P.S.: The timeline is at the beginning, and there won't be much content about the supporting characters. It should only take a few chapters to roughly explain the ending.