Chap 28- Mr. Jiang, Help Me!

Jiang Ting had just picked up the phone, and a few choked soft tones travelled out from the receiver, as if the struggle before the death of a young animal.

His hand that was loosening his tie paused in motion.

It was a surprise to him that the girl would call.

She said she’d call him if she needed anything, but he hadn’t expected the snail to come out of its shell.

The tightly knitted brow he had since leaving the meeting room relaxed invisibly, however the next words he heard after answering made the veins on his forehead ready to pop.

Someone knocked on the door to report on the progress of the acquisition relating to the Zhu family.

Jiang Ting put his finger on his lips, and the cold look on his face signaled for him to be silent.

“Want me to let you go?”

“Mm.”(LZN)

“How do you plan to thank me in return?”

The very familiar voice of the man sounded from the receiver, the vague whimpering of the young girl could also be heard, her fear evident. Not a semblance of emotion could be seen from Jiang Ting’s clear black pupils, but his jaw had tightened visibly.

“I don’t do things without reward, Lin Zhinan.”

In the depths of the night, all kinds of thoughts crossed the hidden corners of Tang Ziyu’s heart, his eyes became deep and meaningful.

“It was you guys who tricked me into getting into the car.” She was a little dismayed, “You guys aren’t afraid I’d call the police?”

A snicker abruptly sounded out from the driver’s seat. This silly girl hasn’t heard that the police in the capital are but the gardener of the rich and powerful.

“Young lady, if you’d like to call the police, I can do it for you.” Zhang Guyang said, “but in return, you have to let your Brother Tang be satisfied tonight.”

“Focus on driving!”

Tang Ziyu glared at him, the latter whistled, and continued to step on the gas.

He was a little annoyed, unable to pinpoint exactly what it was that he wanted, but one sure fact was that he wanted everything, so he pulled the girl over by the wrist.

“You let go!” She struggled desperately, “Tang Ziyu, you let go of me!”

“Lin Zhinan!”

With a low rebuke, Tang Ziyu easily subdued her, clamped her wrist, and wrapped her into his arms, but the girl kicked and pinched him with her hands and feet.

He let her do as she pleased, and when her strength ran out, his thighs pressed onto her knees, got over her, and pressed her to the seat.

“No! You can’t do this!” The fear from the strength disparity scared her voice hoarse, “Tang Ziyu…you eff off!”

Her two struggling wrists were firmly held in captive by large hands and pressed above her head, Tang Ziyu then moved on- with the aid of the moonlight- to survey the delicate person beneath him with a tear-filled face, watery beads hung onto her reddened eyes— like a butterfly that stopped on a branch, its wings will break with just a mere pinch.

He lowered his voice, “I’ll give you one more chance, Lin Zhinan.”

“Agree to be my girlfriend.” He said, “And I’ll let you go!”

“No!”

The delicate softness in his arms was shaking in fear, sobbing and trembling, under the choking of her sobs even words spoken were incoherent but nevertheless still resolutely expressed.

“I don’t agree, Tang Ziyu, you can’t force me with this.”

Once she spoke her point, she turned her face away, an evident tear slid down the bridge of her nose.

“I made it clear to you that day at the hotel…I’ve never liked you…why are you doing this to me?”

She always has a way to drive me crazy… can’t she try to coax me?

Isn’t it better to pretend to say yes? Why isn’t she giving me even a glimmer of hope?

“Is that so?” Tang Ziyou laughed in his rage, “You’ll agree after tonight!”

He leaned down dominantly in an attempt to kiss her, but the girl resisted violently, like an animal trying to survive before dying, with hysterical whimpers sounding out from her throat, pinching him with her nails and biting him with her teeth.

Between her struggles, Zhang Guyang’s eyes glimpsed a beam of light from deep in the sofa.

“Ziyu, this girl’s phone in her pocket’s lighting up.”

His voice was slightly cold, “I’m afraid she’s calling someone for help.”

Tang Ziyu paused and leaned down to stare her in the eye, only to see panic and guard from the depths of her reddened watery eyes, her body shifting away from him.

He understood what was going on immediately, directly over her waist and hip, his big hand snatched the phone, the contact name “Mr. Warmth” flashing on the screen travelled into his eyes.

The call lasted eight minutes.

“Lin Zhinan, you’re damn capable!” He sneered, “Mr. Warmth? How much warmth did he send you? He’s the reason why you’re rejecting me.”

“You think calling him is useful?” He said, “Guess if he can find you tonight?”

Tears glittered helplessly in her eyes, and Tang Ziyu, who felt that those words weren’t sufficient to vent his hatred, lowered the car window.

“No, don’t!” Seeing through his intention, the girl struggled to push herself up and grab, “Mr. Jiang, help me!”

After a sharp whimper for help, the phone was thrown out of the car with a sharp trajectory and smacked heavily on the ground— ground into dust by the passing cars.

After the crackling sound of breaking was a series of disconnected lines “beep-beep-beep-beep”.

Jiang Ting, who was taking strides across the parking lot(to his car), halted in his steps.

Wang Xun, who was following behind, could not see his expression but sensed a strange uneasiness.

At this angle, he could only see the man staring into the void, without saying a word.

After a long time, he heard his calm commanding voice.

“Contact Tang Dynasty Entertainment’s…no need…”

Jiang Ting changed his mind mid-sentence, “Call up (Commission for Discipline Inspection) Song in charge of the city police, and get him to find the whereabouts of Tang Ziyu tonight.”

[T/N: This line here is hard to translate literally from Chinese so we’ll leave it as bracket Commission for Discipline Inspection, so you guys can know exactly the post Song has.]

As he spoke, he couldn’t help recalling the desperate plea for help, and with it, came those obscene words of filth and forced intimidation.

His facial expression chilled and said, “Be quick!”