Chapter 66

"What do you mean by that?" The man in the suit glared angrily at Zhao Zhu, who was staring at him.

In fact, Zhao Zhu had noticed that the man in the suit had first clenched his fists and then relaxed them, his muscles first tensing and then relaxing. It was clear that the man was preparing to start a fight but had held back.

"Ha ha."

Zhao Zhu didn't bother to respond, threw the wet wipe on the ground, and turned to leave the area. The party venue was quite large, with a swimming pool and indoor areas, so there were many places to go.

"Stop right there, you have no manners at all!"

Seeing Zhao Zhu run away, the man in the suit glared at his back for a moment, then turned around, took off his suit, and walked into the nearby bathroom, presumably to tidy up his appearance. For someone like him, his hairstyle and appearance were far more important than anything else.

Just as Xiong Zhiji had finished taking a photo with the singer and turned around, he saw Zhao Zhu walking towards him. Xiong Zhiji scratched his head and said with a satisfied look, "Brother Zhao, we took a few photos together."

Zhao Zhu rolled his eyes at Xiong Zhiji and said casually, "You've really grown up."

At this moment, Zhao Zhu's phone rang. He took it out and saw a text message from his mother, asking him to find her. Since he was a junior in the family, Zhao Zhu should go and wish his aunt a happy birthday in person.

"Let's go, follow me inside," Zhao Zhu tugged at Xiong Zhiji's sleeve.

Xiong Zhiji's face turned serious from the previous lightheartedness. He hadn't forgotten the real purpose of their visit and understood Zhao Zhu's character. To put it nicely, he was someone who would take revenge for any wrong, but to put it bluntly, he was someone who would not let even the slightest offense go unpunished.

Inside the villa, there were many people, some singing, some playing cards. Zhao Zhu's mother and aunt were on the second floor. However, when Zhao Zhu was about to go upstairs, he coincidentally ran into the man in the suit again at the stairway entrance. The man's hair had been restyled with hair wax, and he was accompanied by a group of young men, all dressed in suits, presumably his friends.

Seeing Zhao Zhu, the man in the suit frowned but seemed to adhere to a strange sense of "host spirit," restraining his anger. This time, upon seeing Zhao Zhu, he only spat out one word, "Get lost."

However, Zhao Zhu ignored him again, not even glancing at him, and walked straight upstairs.

This time, the man in the suit couldn't hold back any longer and questioned Zhao Zhu, "All the VIPs are resting upstairs. What are you going up there for? That's not a place for someone with no manners like you."

Zhao Zhu stopped, turned around, and looked at the man in the suit, saying, "You said you're Xia Yihan's boyfriend?"

The man in the suit's eyes flickered slightly, but seeing his friends around, he said matter-of-factly, "Yes, I am Yihan's boyfriend."

"Okay, Daxiong, lend me the fork in your pocket," Zhao Zhu extended his hand to Xiong Zhiji.

To eat the buffet more conveniently, Xiong Zhiji had put a fork in his back pocket, and he now handed it to Zhao Zhu.

Then, Xiong Zhiji walked behind the man in the suit, suddenly grabbing his shoulders. The man in the suit let out a scream and fell to his knees, trying to struggle but finding Xiong Zhiji's hands like steel pliers, making him feel as if his bones were about to break. The intense pain made it impossible for him to resist.

At this moment, Zhao Zhu stepped on the man's hand and drove the fork into it, piercing through his palm. The man in the suit let out a wail, tears and snot streaming down his face, the pain making him forget all about maintaining his image.

The screams were drowned out by the music nearby, and the friends of the man in the suit, seeing this scene, thought it was a gangster coming to settle a score. The brutality of the attack made them hesitate, and no one dared to step forward.

"You said you're Xia Yihan's boyfriend. This is all your own doing," Zhao Zhu patted the man's face and continued, "Where is Xia Yihan?"

The man in the suit was convulsing in pain and didn't answer Zhao Zhu's question.

Zhao Zhu pulled the fork out with a "pu" sound and stabbed it in again, piercing the same palm for the second time.

In fact, the man in the suit hadn't really provoked Zhao Zhu much. He was somewhat arrogant but had been quite restrained, even when Zhao Zhu splashed orange juice on his face. He hadn't planned to cause trouble at the party, but he kept reminding Zhao Zhu that he was Xia Yihan's boyfriend.

Xia Yihan had given a ghost ginseng to Zhao Zhu's grandfather, which would shorten his life. In fact, she was no different from a murderer, except that the "murder" hadn't been completed yet. This had already ignited Zhao Zhu's anger and hostility. When the man in the suit came up to him twice, it successfully provoked Zhao Zhu's anger, and it was his own fault for having bad luck.

"I'm asking you a question."

"On... on the second floor..." the man in the suit finally spoke.

"Oh, so you're together," Zhao Zhu nodded, signaling Xiong Zhiji to let him go, then pointed to the man's friends and said softly, "Take him to the hospital, don't just stand there."

With that, Zhao Zhu walked straight to the second floor. At the corner of the second floor, Zhao Zhu's family butler, Uncle Ding, and another man in black stood, blocking the way to the second floor.

However, they didn't block Zhao Zhu.

Zhao Zhu walked through them with Xiong Zhiji, and at this moment, Uncle Ding suddenly said, "Young Master, that person has some background."

In Uncle Ding's view, this was a matter of young men fighting over a woman, and while his young master had the upper hand, the family would still need to handle the aftermath. In the past, whenever Zhao Zhu caused trouble, it was always handled this way. This time, with the person injured so badly, it would be more complicated to clean up.

Zhao Zhu heard Uncle Ding's words, smiled, and didn't say anything, walking straight to the second-floor room.

"Old Ding, your young master seems a bit off. He has a heavy scent of blood on him. Isn't he a doctor? He looks more like a murderer."

The man in black was Zhao Zhu's aunt's bodyguard, a former international mercenary who had seen his share of death.

"Ah, who knows," Uncle Ding didn't know what to say.

The second floor was also spacious. Zhao Zhu pushed open the door in the middle, and inside, the decoration was luxurious. He saw his mother, aunt, and a few other relatives sitting on the sofa. A girl in a simple dress was brewing tea nearby. She was about eighteen or nineteen years old, but her beauty was striking. Even though it had been a few years since they last met, Zhao Zhu recognized her as his cousin, Xia Yihan.

"Zhu, you finally came. Auntie has missed you so much," Aunt Wu Xiuchun stood up, walked to Zhao Zhu, and compared her height with his, turning to Zhao Zhu's mother and saying, "Sister, in the blink of an eye, Zhu is taller than me. Oh, we are really getting old."

"Aunt, you're not old at all. Where are you old? By the way, I recently found a beauty secret in SZ City. Using ginseng powder and Longjing tea, the tea can nourish and beautify the skin. Aunt, wait a moment, I'll brew a cup for you as a birthday gift. I brought the ginseng with me."

Zhao Zhu took out the purple-wrapped ginseng from his pocket. Aunt Wu Xiuchun had long forgotten that this ginseng was given to her father-in-law by her daughter. Hearing her nephew say he would brew ginseng tea for her, she was already delighted. At this moment, Zhao Zhu clearly saw that when his cousin saw the ginseng he had taken out, she was visibly shaken!