Top spender settlement list

Meng Jie held his beer glass, slowly sipping it, his gaze falling on the Patek Philippe in his hand, examining it closely.

The 18K rose gold case has a warm and understated feel, exuding a sense of weight without being ostentatious.

Under the crystal chandelier in the private room, the rectangular-cut diamonds set around the bezel exude a subtle yet penetrating elegance. They are not dazzling or ostentatious, but their considerable value is immediately apparent.

The dark brown sunburst dial has a deep, layered look and a high-end metallic feel. The gold diamond-studded hour markers are precise and eye-catching, and it is equipped with a full range of complex functions such as moon phase display and power reserve display.

Paired with a chocolate-colored Mississippi alligator leather strap, the watch features fine stitching and a soft texture, exuding an understated yet overwhelming level of luxury. It is both understated and extremely elegant.

He recognized it at a glance as a Patek Philippe Nautilus 5724R-001, with an official price of around 1.4 million.

Patek Philippe, as a darling of the high-end luxury world, has always commanded a significant premium.

The watch in front of me, in perfect condition and with all its accessories, has already reached a secondary market price of between 1.7 million and 1.8 million.

To make the performance more realistic, Zhou Yanhui put in a lot of effort, even bringing out his expensive Patek Philippe.

Meng Jie ran his fingertips along the edge of the watch case, casually placed the watch, which didn't belong to him, back into the exquisite gift box, and gently closed the lid.

Looking up at Qian Minrong and Zhou Zhiyi, who were already terrified out of their wits, he spoke calmly, yet with an undeniable air of authority: "I see your sincerity. However, you may escape the death penalty, but you cannot escape punishment."

Those few words instantly relieved the two women who were tense to the extreme. Their bodies went limp, and they immediately bowed their heads, repeatedly expressing their gratitude: "Thank you, Young Master Meng! Thank you for your magnanimity, Young Master Meng!"

Meng Jie nodded slightly, his tone indifferent: "I don't bully women. You all go sit over there!"

The two remained frozen in place, Zhou Zhiyi's eyes reddening, her voice trembling with pleading: "Young Master Meng, please, spare my brother. He's always been sickly, a weakling since childhood."

Qian Minrong quickly chimed in, her voice choked with emotion: "Young Master Meng, we've been married for almost three years and still don't have a child."

Meng Jie's eyes suddenly turned cold, a hint of impatience creeping into his brows. He casually pointed to the side, his tone arrogant and oppressive: "You... want to teach me how to do things?"

The two women trembled and hurriedly shook their heads, saying, "We wouldn't dare...we wouldn't dare..."

"If you're scared, then just sit on the sofa."

Meng Jie's voice suddenly rose several decibels, filled with obvious anger: "Just looking at the two of you makes me angry!"

"If I didn't refrain from hitting women, I'd really like to give each of you two a couple of slaps!"

Another case of not hitting women?

They'd be idiots if they believed that!

Qian Minrong and Zhou Zhiyi dared not say anything more. They walked stiffly to the sofa and sat down, their hands clenched tightly together. Their eyes were fixed on Zhou Yanhui, who was standing there, and their hearts were in their throats.

They were panicked and scared, but helpless. They could only silently plan in their hearts: if Meng Jie went too far, they would call the police. If all else failed, they would run away abroad and never return to Chengdu.

Meng Jie didn't bother to look at them anymore. With a single glance, the three girls who were already waiting in the private room immediately understood and stood up.

The deep bass drumbeats instantly filled the entire luxurious private room, the lights swirled, and the atmosphere became restless.

Zhou Yanhui remained frozen in place, not daring to move.

Three women dressed in sexy uniforms pressed themselves against her, swaying their hips and dancing intimately, their fragrance filling the air, creating an incredibly alluring scene.

Meng Jie leaned back on the sofa, took a sip of beer, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Zhou Yanhui, weren't you putting on quite a show yesterday?"

"Liu Xiahui, is that right?"

"You have a wife at home, right?"

"He didn't give me any face at all in front of a whole room of people."

Meng Jie drank his beer, his voice gradually rising.

"Alright!"

"I've invited your wife and sister along today."

"Then, in front of your wife and sister, show some restraint and virtue!"

Having just been warned by Meng Jie not to speak, Zhou Yanhui gritted his teeth, pressed his lips tightly together, and stared blankly ahead.

Despite the fragrant breeze and fiery dance moves around her, she forced herself into a meditative state, her whole body tense and her eyes fixed straight ahead.

Seeing this, Qian Minrong and Zhou Zhiyi on the sofa both secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If it's just this level of "torture," they can accept it.

At least there was no physical pain, nor any unbearable humiliation.

After dancing to three songs in a row, Meng Jie smiled and clapped.

"Clap clap clap—"

"Alright, you have good self-control."

But the next second, the glass in his hand smashed violently on the ground without warning.

"boom--"

The sharp, piercing sound of shattering glass instantly drowned out the music.

Meng Jie suddenly stood up, pointed at Zhou Yanhui's nose, and started cursing, his anger blazing: "Three beautiful women are dancing right next to you, are you dead? You're not moving at all, and you're giving me that sour look!"

"You embarrassed me in public yesterday, what exactly did you mean by that?"

"You really think I wouldn't dare to touch you?"

The three women were terrified by the sudden outburst of anger and scattered in all directions, leaving Zhou Yanhui all alone in the center of everyone's view.

Meng Jie's chest heaved as he breathed heavily, and he demanded sharply, "Speak! Are you deliberately disrespecting me?"

Zhou Yanhui remained silent, his mouth tightly shut, like an old willow tree rooted in the same spot, motionless.

Are you deaf?

Meng Jie roared in fury again, "Can't you hear me?"

Zhou Yanhui then slowly spoke, his face full of grievance and fear: "Young Master Meng, you just... you wouldn't let me speak..."

"boom--"

Another glass was smashed to the ground, shards flying everywhere.

"I... now... allow... you to speak!"

Meng Jie suddenly erupted, his voice sharp and violent, each word ringing in the ears: "Did you understand?!"

Zhou Yanhui hurriedly dodged the flying glass shards, nodding repeatedly, his voice trembling: "Young Master Meng, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, I accept the punishment, I'll accept whatever punishment is given! I just beg you not to make things difficult for my wife and sister, don't take it all out on me..."

Upon hearing these words of protecting their family, Qian Minrong and Zhou Zhiyi's eyes instantly reddened with emotion. They could no longer sit still and rushed to Zhou Yanhui's side, spreading their arms to shield him behind them.

"Young Master Meng, please forgive us."

"We will never do it again, please have mercy..."

Meng Jie watched the scene of deep affection between husband and wife and brother and sister with a cold eye, his face expressionless and his eyes as indifferent as a stagnant pool, as if no emotion could touch him.

Once the two women's crying and commotion had gradually subsided, he spoke slowly and calmly: "I've said it before, I don't bully women!"

The voice just fell.

"Snap—"

With a sudden swing of his left hand, he delivered a powerful slap to one of the three girls beside him.

The girl was startled by the sudden slap and instinctively dodged to the side, but the slap landed on her shoulder.

Meng Jie's eyes suddenly sharpened, filled with murderous intent: "Still dare to hide?"

The girl was so frightened that she trembled all over and froze on the spot, too scared to move.

But in his mind, he was calculating—"Ten thousand for one slap!"

Meng Jie's expression softened slightly, and he suddenly smiled and beckoned to her: "Come here."

The girl stepped forward timidly, her voice trembling: "Young Master Meng, I know I was wrong..."

"Snap—"

This time the girl didn't dare to dodge, and the blow landed squarely on her chin.

But Meng Jie's face remained smiling as he asked gently, "Are you still going to hide?"

"Young Master Meng!"

The girl covered her chin, shaking her head in terror: "I won't hide anymore! I'll never hide again!"

"That's more like it!"

Meng Jie's smile grew even more wicked and radiant as he casually picked up the black leather bag beside him: "I told you, I don't bully women!"

As he spoke, he unzipped his jacket, took out 20,000 yuan, threw it on the ground, and asked casually, "Did I bully you?"

The girl didn't pick up the money immediately; she just kept shaking her head and trembling.

Meng Jie first gave the other person a thumbs up for their acting skills, then shouted angrily, "I told you to pick it up!"

The girl was startled and quickly bent down to pick up the money.

Meng Jie asked again with a smile, "Did I bully you?"

"No...no."

The girl spoke in a trembling voice this time: "Young Master Meng didn't... didn't bully me."

Meng Jie turned to Qian Minrong and Zhou Zhiyi, smiling and spreading his hands: "See? I never bully women!"

Seeing the man's erratic behavior, Qian Minrong really wanted to call the police—"Officer, someone here needs a urine test!"

Is this something a human being could do?

He slapped the girl twice and then threw 20,000 yuan at her?

Then they forced the girl to say, "I wasn't bullied."

Aside from being insane, they couldn't imagine what kind of person the man in front of them was.

Meng Jie smiled faintly, casually grabbed the girl's hair, and leaned his face close to hers amidst her pained gaze.

"You three, go and dance around our CEO Zhou!"

"If you don't jump well, you know what will happen!"

The girl's eyes were filled with terror as she nodded frantically, "Okay!"

Two thousand per person for one dance!

We've already jumped three times, six thousand per person!

……