An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 146 Repeated Tests

A gleaming black sedan slowly pulled up in front of a luxurious hotel.

Jiang Zheng sat in the back seat with a cold and stern expression. Chu Yao, who was sitting next to him, was wearing a sky-blue fitted cheongsam with a white fur shawl draped over her shoulders, looking elegant and noble.

Chu Yao got out of the car first. The cold wind instantly rushed into her collar, and she shivered. But she didn't care about that and subconsciously wanted to bend down to help the man sitting on the inside.

Jiang Zheng glanced at her sideways, his gaze cold and sharp, like frost scraping across her face. Chu Yao instantly understood and quickly withdrew her hand.

Jiang Zheng got out of the car expressionlessly, his back ramrod straight, and his steps were indeed steady.

Chu Yao stared blankly at the man's back, almost starting to doubt whether everything that happened last night was a dream.

Did that sweaty, weak man lying on the sofa actually never exist?

If she hadn't removed the bullet herself, she would have known best how badly he was injured. Otherwise, seeing this scene, she would have truly believed he was a healthy and energetic person.

What an incredible monster.

Jiang Zheng suddenly stopped while walking, tilted his head slightly, and uttered a few words in a cool tone: "What are you standing there for? Be smart."

Above the hotel's main entrance, a huge neon sign flashes a rich and vibrant wine-red light, pouring unreservedly onto the ground in front of the entrance, creating a large area of ​​dappled light and shadow.

Jiang Zheng had already stepped under the eaves, with a dazzling neon light behind him, and a few steps ahead was the bright yellow area illuminated by the hall lights.

He stood right between the two, completely hidden in the darkness, with no light around him.

Looking at the tall, slender figure of the man standing on the steps not far away, she somehow saw something called loneliness in him.

Chu Yao snapped out of her daze, pulled herself back to reality, and softly replied, "Coming."

The two walked side by side into the hotel lobby, where a dazzling crystal chandelier hung overhead and the floor was covered with expensive marble that gleamed like a mirror.

After passing through the hall, they arrived at the staircase, ascending one mahogany step after another, with delicate patterns carved on the handrails.

The banquet hall on the top floor is the main venue tonight, with a thick red carpet covering the floor at the entrance.

When they entered, the cheerful melody had been echoing in the banquet hall for a long time, and there were beautiful women in performance costumes singing and dancing on the stage in the center.

Huang Zhiqiang slumped listlessly on the sofa in the corner, glancing at the door every now and then. Finally, he saw the figure that had been waiting for him for a long time.

He casually picked up two glasses of red wine and went to greet them without any haste.

"Ah Zheng, why are you so late?"

As he spoke, he casually handed over a glass of wine.

Jiang Zheng smoothly accepted the offer, replying calmly, "I was delayed a bit before leaving," briefly explaining before steer the conversation towards tonight's birthday banquet, "Why?"

After looking around, he continued, "What's going on here? I can't see a single round table."

Huang Zhiqiang laughed heartily: "Recently, the boss has become obsessed with some foreign gadgets. So, he imitated others and held a Western-style cocktail party. The drinks he got were all kinds of foreign wines like red wine and champagne. And what are these glasses called again?"

He slapped his forehead and said, "Oh right, a wine glass!"

Jiang Zheng reacted indifferently, casually commenting, "Quite interesting."

"Ding~"

Huang Zhiqiang raised his glass and lightly clinked it against Jiang Zheng's glass, then smiled and beckoned, "Try it, I just had a glass, and you know what, this foreign liquor tastes really good."

Without hesitation, Jiang Zheng nodded slightly and then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Jiang Zheng was more than a head taller than Huang Zhiqiang. He looked down at the person opposite him and said in a nonchalant tone, "It's not bad."

Huang Zhiqiang stared intently at Jiang Zheng's face, not wanting to miss the slightest change in his expression.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Chu Yao, standing beside the man, was gripping her shawl tightly and then loosening her grip.

Forcing himself to get out of bed and walk was already an overreaction; how could he possibly drink alcohol in his current physical condition?

On the rooftop of a residential building near the hotel.

Huo Qingshan: "Did you see someone?"

Lu Feng lowered the binoculars he was holding in front of his eyes, glanced at him sideways, and remained silent.

Huo Qingshan scoffed lightly, "Since you were planning to bring me along, why are you still being wary of me?"

Lu Feng knew he was joking, but he still explained seriously, "These are the rules; if you can't say it, you can't say it."

“The reason we lost contact before must be because Xu Penggang became suspicious.” Huo Qingshan also raised his binoculars, his gaze sweeping across the hall, finally settling on one person, and he frowned.

He said in a deep voice, "If you want to protect him, you need to think one step further."

……

The birthday banquet was halfway through, and during that time Huang Zhiqiang encouraged many people to toast Jiang Zheng, and he accepted all of them.

He was surrounded by people at the moment, but the main figure in the crowd was none other than the birthday celebrant, Xu Penggang.

The party was attended by all sorts of people, including business tycoons, wealthy young men, and even a few government officials.

Actually, there's nothing strange about this. After all, Xu Penggang is outwardly a successful entrepreneur, the kind who started from scratch, and he hasn't forgotten to be enthusiastic about philanthropy even after becoming wealthy.

The phrase "achieving both fame and fortune" is not inappropriate to describe how he is perceived by the world.

The crowd chatted enthusiastically, eagerly offering Xu Penggang words of congratulations.

Just then, Huang Zhiqiang quietly withdrew from the crowd, walked purposefully to a man dressed in a gray suit in the corner, leaned in and whispered a few words in his ear.

The man in the gray suit nodded respectfully and then turned and left through the side door of the banquet hall.

Sitting on the sofa, Chu Yao took in all of this and hesitated whether to go over and tell the man what she had just seen.

Then she remembered his stern words to her before he left: "Once we arrive, follow my instructions and don't do anything rash."

After much deliberation, I decided to remain inactive for now and observe the situation.

A few minutes later, Chu Yao saw the familiar man who had been wearing a formal suit earlier now dressed as a waiter, pushing a white trolley into the room through the side door.

Rows of wine glasses were placed on the trolley, the wine inside swaying slightly with the trolley's gentle movements.

Chu Yao noticed that after the person came in, he first looked straight in the direction of Jiang Zheng in the crowd, and then lowered his head to continue pushing the cart.

Before Chu Yao could figure out the man's intentions, the white cart she had locked onto had already slipped from her grasp and was speeding off in a certain direction, clearly gathering momentum, moving at a very fast speed, like a small, out-of-control wild beast.

The moment the cart slid past her, Chu Yao, without thinking, stretched out her right foot and kicked forward, causing the cart to veer off course and head towards the very center of the crowd.

The hall had been noisy, with most people engrossed in drinking and chatting. The incident happened so suddenly that no one was prepared. It wasn't until the wine glasses shattered on the floor and the heavy metal cart slammed into Xu Penggang's lower back that everyone realized what had happened.

Once people realized what was happening, they all rushed forward to check on Xu Penggang's condition. Jiang Zheng, who wasn't exactly a sycophant, was naturally pushed to the sidelines.

Across the bustling crowd, he stood under the crystal chandelier, gazing at her. The girl sat on the sofa, a look of helplessness on her face.

In the heat of the moment, without much time to weigh the options, she did just that. She didn't know if what she did was right or if it would make things worse.

In that instant, she didn't have time to think calmly. All she knew was that the car was going to hit him, and he was injured and had drunk so much alcohol; he couldn't be hit again.

No one's body is made of iron; she just didn't want him to get hit.

Chu Yao looked at him nervously and uneasyly until she saw the man's lips curl up into a faint smile, his eyes slightly curved, and a soft light in them.

It was as if he was conveying approval to her with his eyes, or as if he was saying thank you to her.