Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 228 Yu Wanqiu × Zhou Chongli (12)

Yu Zicong was having a good time at the bar when he was inexplicably stuffed into a black sack, knocked unconscious, and taken away. When he woke up, he was in an unfamiliar environment, surrounded by four burly bodyguards in black.

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?" He looked around at his surroundings with fear and unease.

The decor is elegant and European-style, with a golden and magnificent feel. The lighting is dim, and there are several bottles of foreign wine on the luxurious stone coffee table, making it look like a private room in a high-end club.

No one paid any attention to his question.

Before long, the door was pushed open from the outside, and the sound of hurried footsteps approached.

Huang Guifang rushed excitedly towards Yu Zicong, "Son! Are you alright? Did they do anything to you?"

"Mom, what are you doing here?" Yu Zicong asked in surprise. "Why did they arrest me?"

"Have you finished catching up?" Zhou Chongli lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, crossed his legs, and leaned back on the sofa, his expression indifferent.

Yu Zicong looked up and recognized the other person, becoming even more confused. "Mr. Zhou? Why are you arresting me? I haven't offended you in any way. Have you arrested the wrong person?"

Zhou Chongli took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled, "I heard you owe two hundred thousand."

He held the cigarette butt between two fingers, flicked off the ash, and said slowly and deliberately, "It's only two hundred thousand. For your sister's sake, I can help you pay it back."

Upon hearing this, Yu Zicong's eyes lit up instantly. "Really? So you're my sister's sugar daddy!"

He didn't care about Yu Wanqiu's situation in the past few years. All he could think about was becoming rich and powerful, climbing up to Zhou Chongli, so that no one in Hong Kong would dare to do anything to him, and he would no longer have to hide from his debts.

Huang Guifang's bad premonition grew stronger, and she hurriedly grabbed Yu Zicong's arm, "Zicong, stop talking."

Yu Wanqiu miscarried, and Zhou Chongli will not let them off the hook.

Yu Zicong was still immersed in joy, "Mom, Mr. Zhou is generous and magnanimous. My sister may not be good at anything else, but she definitely has good taste!"

Huang Guifang was terrified. "Don't say anymore, Yu Wanqiu, she..."

Zhou Chongli said casually, "Two hundred thousand is too little, how about one million?"

Before Yu Zicong could even feel happy, he heard him say, "One finger, ten thousand."

"W-what do you mean?" Yu Zicong's eyes widened, and he could barely speak.

Zhou Chongli twitched the corner of his lips, a sinister glint in his eyes. "The literal meaning."

Upon receiving instructions, one bodyguard pinned Yu Zicong to the ground, while another bodyguard pulled out a small knife.

The blade was sharp and gleamed silver under the light.

Yu Zicong lay on the ground, trembling with fear, desperately trying to back away, "No... I don't want the money anymore... I don't want anything!"

Huang Guifang was also terrified. She knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Zhou Chongli, pleading, "Please don't hurt my son! Mr. Zhou, I beg you, it's all my fault!"

The room was filled with howling and wailing. Zhou Chongli remained unmoved, finding the noise in his ears unbearable.

The bodyguard was quick-witted; he immediately stuffed a rag into Yu Zicong's mouth, dragged him to the coffee table, and restrained his hands.

"Waaah—" Yu Zicong could only whimper, his body trembling like a leaf.

Huang Guifang cried and slapped herself repeatedly, pleading, "Mr. Zhou, please let my son go! I'll never do it again! I'll never bother Yu Wanqiu again..."

Zhou Chongli chuckled lightly, "A finger worth 100,000? Why not take such a good deal? Others don't have this opportunity."

Huang Guifang cried uncontrollably, "No, my son is still young, we can't do this..."

“Even a useless son is treated like a treasure, but a daughter can be trampled on at will.” Zhou Chongli stubbed out his cigarette and gave a wink.

The bodyguard gripped the knife hilt and swiftly brought the blade down.

"what--"

The sound, like a pig being slaughtered, echoed throughout the private room.

There was a puddle of unidentified liquid on the floor, emitting a foul odor.

Blood was stained on the table and the floor.

The finger wasn't broken, but a piece of flesh was cut off.

Zhou Chongli frowned, glancing at him with disgust. "Drag him out."

Two bodyguards, each holding one of Yu Zicong's arms, dragged him away.

Huang Guifang scrambled after him, calling out, "Zicong, Zicong..."

If she had known she would provoke Zhou Chongli, that devil, she definitely wouldn't have gone looking for trouble with Yu Wanqiu.

The phone rang, and the bodyguard handed it to Zhou Chongli. "Sir, this is your phone."

Zhou Chongli swiped to answer the call.

The voice on the other end sounded panicked, "Sir, Miss Yu is missing."

Zhou Chongli's expression was cold and stern. He stood up and strode out, saying, "What do you mean 'disappeared'? Didn't I tell you to stay by my side at all times?"

The bodyguard said, "Miss Yu sent me away, and I didn't see her when I returned to the ward."

"Useless!" Zhou Chongli quickened his pace, his voice deep. "Check the surveillance footage, find them!"

The bodyguard knew he had failed in his duty and deserved to be scolded; "It's already being addressed."

(End of this chapter)