Because she was addicted

As soon as he finished speaking, his two henchmen stood up and rained blows on Wen Zhao.

Wen Zhao was unable to withstand the attack and wailed in pain on the ground.

Pan Mei tried to stop them, but she was kicked several times as well.

"Help! Someone's dying! Wen Jia, you jinx, what did you do to offend them? Why are you getting beaten so badly?"

Wen Jia shouted sternly:

"Shut up!"

Pan Mei huddled up in a ball, hugging Wen Zhao.

Wen Jia stepped forward. "Brother, you've already hit someone, can't we talk about this now?"

Scar coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm.

Seeing this, Wen Jia walked up to Wen Zhao.

After not seeing him for several months, Wen Zhao was like a completely different person.

He was wearing a white shirt, black skinny jeans, and had applied foundation and makeup. Combined with his flamboyant blond hair, he looked just like a nightclub punk, with a sleazy and flamboyant air about him.

Seeing her younger brother in this state and in such trouble, Wen Jia was furious and slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

The slap was crisp and loud.

Pan Mei and Wen Zhao were both stunned.

"What are you going to do?"

Pan Mei shouted angrily and stepped forward to curse, but Wen Jia pushed her away.

"If you want to live, tell me everything. What exactly did you take?"

Wen Zhao covered her face, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Sister, I really don't know. I just went to Mr. Kobayashi's room to deliver something the night before last, and I saw some pretty ornaments on his desk, so I just grabbed two."

Wen Jia: "Where are the things?"

Wen Jia felt like dying.

Wen Zhao is really courting death! He even dared to steal Lin Zhidong's things.

Pan Mei quickly opened her handbag, and Wen Zhao rummaged through it, taking out two exquisite desktop ornaments.

Scarface took the item, turned his back, inspected it, and then went out.

Before leaving, he pointed at Wen Jia and said:

"Take good care of Miss Wen."

The henchmen in the room bowed in unison: "Yes, sir!"

As soon as Scarface left, the two henchmen who knew Wen Jia immediately offered her their seats.

"Miss Wen, please sit down and wait. What would you like to drink?"

Wen Jia felt utterly disgusted. "No need."

Pan Mei and Wen Zhao exchanged a glance and quietly asked Wen Jia, "Jiajia, why are they so nice to you?"

Wen Jia glared at her.

The underlings inside chuckled and said to Pan Mei:

"Old woman, you don't know this yet, do you? As long as Miss Wen nods, she'll be our sister-in-law."

"Sister-in-law? Mr. Lin's..."

Wen Zhao's eyes widened.

Pan Mei also realized what was happening, her face filled with disbelief.

"What are you saying? Sister-in-law? My daughter is your sister-in-law. Oh dear, isn't this like the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple, not recognizing one's own family?"

She dusted herself off, stood up, and suddenly the serfs began to sing.

The modifier preceding "sister-in-law" was automatically filtered out as well.

Pan Mei looked around the security room, pointed outside, and asked:

"You mean the nightclub owner has taken a liking to my daughter?"

"Yes, ma'am." Everyone laughed.

"Oh my goodness! This is such a wonderful thing, Jiajia, why didn't you tell your mother? You even had your younger brother serving tea and water here. You could have had your man say something sooner: if he can't be the general manager, he can at least be a supervisor. Don't you think so?"

Pan Mei is now just like a clown in a play; her exaggerated expressions and words instantly made everyone laugh.

Wen Jia's face flushed red and then turned pale. "Shut up."

"Shut up? What do you mean, shut up? Such a big boss has taken a liking to you, that's your good fortune, okay? What, judging from what they're saying, you haven't agreed yet? Oh, my good daughter, what are you being so coy about? You're so beautiful, have such a great figure, and are highly educated. Being the woman of such a big boss is a blessing you've earned."

Pan Mei has completely let loose.

She had witnessed alluring extravagance and heard Wen Zhao describe countless times each night how the wealthy squandered money. In Haicheng, there were bosses everywhere driving luxury cars and living in large houses.

Such a big boss is pursuing her daughter, and Wen Jia, that fool, isn't willing? She simply can't imagine it.

Wen Jia was so angry that she wanted to grab a roll of tape and seal Pan Mei's mouth shut.

"Well said!"

Just then, the security room door suddenly opened from the outside. Scarface returned, followed by Brother Meng and a group of bodyguards in black. After the group rushed into the room, Lin Zhidong was revealed at the back.

All the security guards in the room stood up and shouted in unison:

"Hello, Xiaolin."

Lin Zhidong was dressed in a white suit with a floral shirt underneath, the collar open, revealing a dark blue tattoo on his chest. He walked in slowly, a cigar between his fingers, blowing smoke rings as he went, and grinning at Pan Mei.

"Is this your aunt?"

Pan Mei was completely stunned by his entrance, forgetting what she had just said. She took a slight step back and stammered:

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it."

Lin Zhidong then pointed to Wen Zhao.

"Is this your brother-in-law?"

Wen Zhao turned pale with fright and hid behind Pan Mei, not daring to speak.

Lin Zhidong turned to Xiong Ge and said:

"This is a mistake on your part. Jiajia's younger brother is working here; how can you let him be relegated to a lowly waiter position?"

Brother Xiong lowered his head.

"Mr. Lin, I'll go and make the arrangements right away."

As he spoke, he personally walked up to Wen Zhao.

"I didn't know you were Miss Wen's brother before, I apologize for any offense. You can leave now, I'll have someone take you and your mother out."

From the moment Wen Zhao joined the Enchantress, he was assigned to the lowest, dirtiest, and most exhausting jobs. Everyone in the Enchantress could boss him around. He delivered drinks and fruit platters to various private rooms, witnessing countless moments of glitz and glamour, and also realizing the gap between himself and the wealthy.

Brother Xiong is Xiao Lin's most capable assistant, a charming general manager. Normally, he can't even see Brother Xiong's face; even if he sees him from afar, he can only bow his head in greeting.

Right now, with Brother Xiong speaking to him personally and being so polite, Wen Zhao felt like he was floating on air.

"Thank you, Mr. Lin. Thank you, Brother Xiong. Can I really go now?"

He still couldn't quite believe it.

Brother Xiong laughed heartily.

"What you took wasn't anything important. Mr. Lin said it's fine to return it. If you like anything in the future, just tell Brother Xiong, and I'll give it to you."

Brother Xiong, with a friendly smile, beckoned for someone to take Wen Zhao and Pan Mei out.

As soon as I stepped out the door, the security room door slammed shut.

Seeing that Wen Jia hadn't come out yet, Wen Zhao turned to ask the person who had led the way.

Where's my sister?

The person leading the way lowered their head and remained silent.

Pan Mei pulled his head into her arms and whispered:

"Why do you care so much? As long as you're alive, that's all that matters. Didn't you hear them say that the big shot inside likes your sister and wants to be your brother-in-law! That brat, she was so hesitant when I begged her to save me, I knew she looked down on us, she's up to no good!"

"Mom, will my sister be alright?" Wen Zhao was still hesitant.

"What could possibly be wrong? The big boss has taken a liking to her; your sister's about to enjoy life. You just wait to become your big boss's brother-in-law! Come on, come on."

Pan Mei dragged her son away without looking back.

It even felt a bit floaty.

Just thinking about having such a big boss as her son-in-law is enough for her to brag about for a lifetime.

Inside the security room, Wen Jia watched as the door closed in front of her, and Pan Mei and Wen Zhao left her behind once again. Immediately afterward, Lin Zhidong's bodyguards silently walked to the door, forming a human wall with their hands clasped together, blocking the entrance.

Lin Zhidong slowly walked to the sofa, sat down, crossed his legs and put them on the table, tilted his head back and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Jiajia, now that you're here, let's have a good chat."