From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Before Zhou Zeyuan's hand could even touch Lu Yunzhou's collar, his wrist was grabbed and twisted behind his back.

Lu Yunzhou twisted hard, and Zhou Zeyuan's entire arm was twisted behind his back, causing him to bend over and howl in pain.

"Let...let go!"

Lu Yunzhou released his grip and took a step back.

Zhou Zeyuan rubbed his wrist, the drunkenness in his eyes lessening, replaced by anger and embarrassment.

He glanced at the two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, then suddenly kicked over the coffee table.

The vase shattered on the floor, the remote control flew out and hit the corner of the wall, and the bottle of wine on the coffee table rolled onto the floor and spun twice.

"Luo Qingyi! You're living the high life with some random guy while I'm drowning in debt and you don't care! You have no conscience at all!"

Luo Qingyi's face darkened, and her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Zhou Zeyuan, what are you doing at my house in this state? We've been divorced for ages."

"Divorced? I still own half the house! You're living the high life, huh? Then give me back my share!"

Zhou Zeyuan rushed two steps toward Luo Qingyi and raised his hand to slap her.

Lu Yunzhou flashed forward and stood in front of Luo Qingyi.

Zhou Zeyuan's slap on Lu Yunzhou's chest felt like hitting cotton.

The next second, Lu Yunzhou's right fist slammed into Zhou Zeyuan's abdomen.

The force wasn't heavy, but it was more than enough for someone who had downed most of a bottle of baijiu.

Zhou Zeyuan's knees buckled and he knelt on the ground, his neck stiffened, and he vomited.

The sour, foul-smelling liquid mixed with undigested food sprayed all over the floor, the smell so strong it made people's eyes sting.

“Cough… cough…”

He propped himself up on the floor and dry heaved for a while. When he looked up, there was white foam at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with both hatred and fear.

"You...you touched me? Do you know who I am? I'm from the Cloud Peak Club! If you dare touch me, you just wait..."

Lu Yunzhou's eyebrows twitched.

He took his phone out of his pocket, found a number, and dialed it.

The hands-free mode was turned on, and it beeped twice.

"Cloud Boat?"

Leopard's voice came through, deep and tinged with weariness.

"Brother Leopard, I have a question for you."

Lu Yunzhou crouched down, holding his phone directly in front of Zhou Zeyuan's face. "Is there someone named Zhou Zeyuan connected to the club?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

"Zhou Zeyuan? That gambling addict?"

Leopard scoffed, "It has absolutely nothing to do with the club."

"They owe nearly eight million in high-interest loans at the casino under our premises. We've chased them for payment countless times, but they still haven't paid it back. Recently, they've been borrowing money everywhere to cover the debt."

"What's wrong? Did he cause you trouble?"

Zhou Zeyuan's face turned from red to green.

His lips trembled, and his knees, which were kneeling on the ground, were shaking.

"It's nothing serious, someone is just using the club's name to scare people."

Lu Yunzhou stared at him.

"Then he's tired of living."

Leopard's tone turned cold. "You handle it. If you need us to step in, just say the word."

"No need, I'll handle it myself."

I hung up the phone.

The only sound in the living room was Zhou Zeyuan's heavy breathing.

The color drained from his face, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead one after another.

Lu Yunzhou put away his phone, stood up, and looked at him.

"Did you hear me?"

"Brother...brother, I was wrong..."

Zhou Zeyuan braced himself on the ground with both hands, his voice broken into fragments, "I was drunk and talking nonsense, please let me go..."

"If I hear you've come looking for her again," Lu Yunzhou said in a low voice, "I can have someone come and collect the eight million debt with interest with just one phone call."

Zhou Zeyuan was trembling like a leaf, crawling towards the door on all fours.

Upon reaching the entryway, I managed to stand up by holding onto the shoe cabinet, and then rushed out barefoot.

The sound of him tumbling and crawling down the stairs could be heard in the corridor, growing fainter and fainter until it completely disappeared.

Lu Yunzhou closed the door.

Luo Qingyi stood at the restaurant entrance, her hands gripping the corners of her apron so tightly that her knuckles bulged.

Her eyes were red, but she held back her tears, her chin clenched tightly.

"It's alright now."

Luo Qingyi nodded and squatted down to pick up the fragments.

"Don't use your hands."

Lu Yunzhou went to the kitchen to get a broom and dustpan, swept the broken glass and vase fragments together, mopped the floor twice, wiped the dirt clean, and opened the window to ventilate the room.

After finishing their work, the two sat back down at the dining table.

The food was completely cold.

Luo Qingyi picked up her chopsticks, took a bite of green pepper, chewed it twice, but couldn't swallow it, so she put it down.

Lu Yunzhou didn't urge her.

He got up, took two cups, unscrewed the unopened bottle of rice wine, poured it in, and pushed one cup in front of her.

"Say what you want to say; holding it in is bad for your health."

Luo Qingyi stared at the cup for a long time, her Adam's apple bobbing.

"...He bet."

She spoke, her voice hoarse and barely audible, "I hid it well before marriage, but after marriage I couldn't keep it up anymore, and I lost all my savings."

"When I brought up divorce, he cried, made a scene, and even threatened to hang himself."

"Later, I owed money to outsiders and couldn't pay it back. Someone came to my door to collect the debt, so I begged my family to give me some money to complete the procedures."

She picked up the cup and took a sip.

"After the divorce, they became even more shameless. They would come to our door every few days demanding money, and calling the police was useless; the police station said it was a civil dispute and they couldn't handle much of it. Once..."

Luo Qingyi's fingers tightened around the cup.

"Once he climbed in through the window in the middle of the night and said he would give me 200,000 yuan and then never come back."

"When I refused, he started tearing my clothes off. If the neighbor hadn't heard the commotion and called the police, that night..."

He didn't say anything after that.

Lu Yunzhou paused, holding his cup, without saying any of those nonsense like "it's all in the past" or "don't think about it anymore."

After a few seconds of silence, he raised his glass and clinked it against hers.

"I'm not much better off than you."

Luo Qingyi looked up at him.

"My ex-girlfriend, who studied pharmacology, had been putting drugs in my food for three years."

He downed the drink in his glass in one gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Three years, and I don't even know how I ruined myself. I was stupid enough to save money to marry her, but she's already become another man's pet."

Luo Qingyi was stunned.

"Three years?"

Three years.

Lu Yunzhou placed the empty cup on the table, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. "I eat her cooking every day and enjoy it, but I have no idea what's in it."

"My body is getting worse and worse, and I thought it was an old injury from training."

He poured himself another glass.

"I only found out later when I checked her phone. The chat history clearly stated how to increase the dosage and how to make sure I could never stand up again."

Luo Qingyi finally couldn't hold back her tears, which slid down her cheeks.

She didn't wipe it, picked up the cup, tilted her head back and took a big gulp, choking and coughing twice.

"You...your body right now..."

"alright."

Lu Yunzhou lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of white smoke. "She slowly recovered after her cooking stopped. She's tough."

Luo Qingyi stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled.

Her laughter was tinged with tears, and the tip of her nose was red.

"We're a perfect match."

"That's right."

Lu Yunzhou raised his glass to her, "To those two rotten people, get out of here and don't come back to disgust people."

Luo Qingyi sniffed, raised her cup, and clinked it against his.

"Get lost as soon as possible."

The two of them tilted their heads back and drank it all.