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

Chapter 147 Warning
The impact was quite severe. Xu Penggang, who always valued appearances and grandeur, had no time to worry about saving face. He left all the guests in the room and went to the next room to treat his wounds.

Chen Biao stayed behind to take charge of the overall situation. He had no great wisdom, but he was a master at warming up the atmosphere.

The banquet hall returned to its lively atmosphere, but compared to the atmosphere before the unexpected incident, there were a few moments that inevitably revealed a hint of deliberate intent.

They looked more like extras putting on a joyous performance.

Chu Yao saw the man leaning casually against the bar, his long, straight legs bent at one end, his right hand in his pocket, pulling out a black lighter and casually playing with it.

She knew it was time; this was the signal they had agreed upon—he had completely given up.

Chu Yao walked unsteadily over to the man's side, her expression hazy, her eyes filled with just the right amount of dazedness. She tilted her head up and whispered sweetly in his ear, "Brother Zheng, my head is so dizzy, I want to go back."

Although it was held close to the ear, the volume was not low; it was loud enough for at least a few people nearby to hear.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zheng frowned unhappily and scolded in a low voice, "How can you leave early on the boss's birthday? That's outrageous."

Chu Yao looked aggrieved, her eyes filled with tears, looking pitiful. Her head was lowered, and she gently tugged at the man's sleeve with one hand, her voice even softer: "But I'm really in pain."

Jiang Zheng's pinky finger twitched as she held his hand, but his expression remained cold: "Nonsense! What if the boss comes back and I'm the one who left early? How am I supposed to explain that?"

This was said specifically to certain people.

Sure enough, a bespectacled man with a middle parting hairstyle standing next to him immediately chimed in: "Young Master Zheng can take this young lady to the suite next door to rest. If the boss returns later, I will send someone to invite you. That way, neither side will be delayed."

His tone was respectful, and he had a smile on his face.

The man with the middle parting was a top student whom Xu Penggang had found from who-knows-where. His name was Li Yasong, and he had been managing all of Xu Penggang's accounts, both public and private.

He didn't have much real power, but he was one of Xu Penggang's most trusted confidants.

In terms of keen observation, he was on par with, and even surpassed, Huang Zhiqiang. He could tell that Jiang Zheng actually cared about that woman, otherwise he wouldn't have brought her to tonight's birthday banquet.

So why not go with the flow and help others achieve their goals?
After all, in his opinion, the young master Zheng in front of him was the most promising successor among the three. With a powerful backer, it would be good to have his backing, so he naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity to curry favor with the future successor.

Hearing the voice, Jiang Zheng turned around, looked directly at the person in front of him, and said with a troubled tone, "Isn't this inappropriate?"

Li Yasong understood his unspoken message and promised, "You can rest assured that I will handle things well."

Jiang Zheng raised his eyebrows and lazily tossed the exquisitely crafted black copper lighter in his hand.

Li Yasong reacted quickly, catching it with both hands and holding it in his hands, his eyes looking at him with a hint of doubt.

Jiang Zheng patted his shoulder and said casually, "It's yours."

Li Yasong's smile widened, and he nodded hurriedly, "Thank you, Brother Zheng."

What may seem like just a simple exchange of lighters actually carries a deeper meaning for both of them.

Jiang Zheng turned around, stretched out his long arm and put his arm around Chu Yao's shoulder in an intimate manner.

In an instant, Chu Yao felt the man's strength suddenly press down on her, and she also felt his trembling, which he tried his best to control but could not stop.

It was at this moment that she realized with absolute certainty that her previous efforts had already reached his physical limit.

If the time had dragged on for even a second longer, he probably would have collapsed on the spot.

To outsiders, Zheng Shao seemed to be drinking and having fun all night, but in reality, he was just a puppet struggling to stay afloat, so fragile that he could collapse at any moment.

Chu Yao was both terrified and relieved at this moment. How could she possibly withstand the impact of that metal cart in her current state?

Chu Yao quickly wrapped her arms around Jiang Zheng's waist, resting her head against his chest. She appeared dizzy and weak, leaning on him, but in reality, she was using her whole body to support him.

Just as he was about to leave the banquet hall, someone called out to him at the last minute.

"A-Zheng" is a rather familiar name.

Chu Yao clearly felt the man's chest rise and fall slightly as he hugged her. After exhaling almost imperceptibly, he began to exert force in his waist and abdomen, straightening his back a little before slowly turning around.

Huang Zhiqiang approached, his tone puzzled: "Are you leaving already?" Jiang Zheng slowly smiled and said: "She's had too much to drink. I'll take her next door to rest for a while, and we'll come back later."

Huang Zhiqiang jokingly said, "I never expected that Ah Zheng, who usually seems uninterested in anything, is actually so chivalrous and caring towards women in private."

Jiang Zheng released Chu Yao's embrace, took two steps forward, glanced around with cold eyes, then lifted his eyelids to look at him, his eyes sharp.

This glance sent a chill down Huang Zhiqiang's spine.

The man lowered his head and approached, a sinister smile playing on his lips: "Brother Qiang, there's an old Chinese saying, 'If you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet.'"

After a pause, Jiang Zheng's smile faded, and he said, "There's plenty of time in the future, so why rush things?"

"What do you think, Brother Qiang?" He stared into his eyes, his gaze chilling.

As soon as the words were spoken, Jiang Zheng didn't have time to appreciate Huang Zhiqiang's embarrassed reaction. He turned around, hooked his arm around Chu Yao's shoulder, and strode away.

Huang Zhiqiang stood frozen in place, watching the two figures gradually disappear at the entrance of the banquet hall.

His repeated probing was simply an attempt to publicly reveal Jiang Zheng's injury, the severity of which directly affected the likelihood of Xu Penggang giving him an important position.

He calculated that Xu Penggang was already itching to activate the hidden factory, and this was an opportunity not to be missed.

He also knew very well how much Xu Penggang admired Jiang Zheng's fearless and reckless spirit.

What if this advantage disappears? What's the difference between someone who can barely get out of bed and a cripple? He'll enjoy the fruits of his labor.

But in this conversation, Huang Zhiqiang knew very well that Jiang Zheng was warning him—he knew who was behind it all.

……

As soon as the door closed, the person Chu Yao was supporting immediately slid down against the door panel.

Chu Yao squatted down and patted his face repeatedly, her voice urgent: "Are you alright?"

Jiang Zheng lifted his eyelids, his brows furrowing. "Stop filming, it hurts. The person isn't dead yet."

You still feel pain? What were you doing when you were drinking so recklessly?

Chu Yao wasn't in the mood to argue with him at this point. She unzipped his coat and started checking the wound on his waist.

As expected, the wound reopened, and blood seeped through the gauze, the bright red stains standing out starkly.

Chu Yao immediately sat down on the ground, rolled up the hem of her cheongsam, and, under Jiang Zheng's dumbfounded gaze, removed a small cloth bag tied to her thigh.

It contains hemostatic bandages and disinfectant supplies.

Jiang Zheng couldn't help but comment, "He's quite clever."

Chu Yao didn't dare to delay for a moment. She quickly opened the small cloth bag, took out the things she needed, and replied in a moment, "You think you're the only one with a brain?"

Jiang Zheng chuckled at her retort: ​​"You're getting bolder and bolder."

Chu Yao methodically removed the blood-stained gauze, coldly reminding, "Say less, save your energy."

……

Huang Zhiqiang was slumped in the sofa, a cigarette between his fingers, which had burned down to almost nothing, but he didn't seem to take a single puff.

The young man standing beside him watched as the crimson dot drew ever closer to the base of his finger. Hesitantly, he bent down and reminded him, "Brother Qiang, the cigarette is almost finished burning."

Huang Zhiqiang glanced at it and tossed it aside casually.

The cigarette butt hit the raised edge of the ashtray and bounced off, landing on the table.

Half a minute later, Huang Zhiqiang beckoned with his palm. Upon seeing this, the young man immediately took two steps closer, bent down, and listened attentively to what he was about to say.