A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 83: Where is my woman? (2)_1

Luo Yuanping dragged Shen Jing by her hair, one hand clamped over her mouth as he pulled her towards the bathroom.

Shen Jing kicked at the phone on the floor. Right now, she only wanted to curse Luo Yuanping’s ancestors.

On second thought, seeing her cry even more fiercely, Luo Yuanping suddenly laughed. If he’d wanted to touch her, he would have harbored vile intentions ages ago. Why was she always so weak, without even the strength to resist?

He closed his eyes tightly, then opened them and dragged her downstairs.

"I know," he said. "When I arrived, I saw you. You were in that Bentley parked downstairs. That car’s pretty expensive, isn’t it? Only three in the world."

"So, the car isn’t yours, is it?"

"You like finding sugar daddies, huh? Fine, I’ll take you to one."

Yes, if he couldn’t have it, he’d destroy it. This was the most deeply rooted, vile thought in Luo Yuanping’s subconscious.

Luo Yuanping’s private room was just across the hall. The moment he covered her mouth and dragged her in, the lively sounds of clinking glasses and conversation inside abruptly ceased. Everyone instinctively turned to look at Luo Yuanping.

"Brother Ping?" someone ventured.

Another person jeered, "Well, well, if it isn’t our former sister-in-law!"

Shen Jing turned to leave, but Luo Yuanping easily blocked the door and twisted the lock. "My uncle owns shares in this nightclub. Where do you think you’re going to escape?"

"You can hang out with Chen Yao and his crew, but not with me?"

Shen Jing retorted hoarsely, "They aren’t as despicable as you. All you know is how to force people!"

Her words completely enraged Luo Yuanping; the insult stung like a fresh slap to the face he hadn’t yet avenged.

For a fleeting moment, he genuinely wanted to take revenge on Shen Jing, to ruin her reputation.

"Good. Very well said." Luo Yuanping ran his tongue over his teeth, his gaze sinister as he looked at her. "You guys like her, don’t you? She only cares about money."

Despite his words, some men there harbored ill intentions but lacked the courage to act.

However, in a place like this, once the alcohol flowed, people tended to get mischievous. Asu, who usually acted as Luo Yuanping’s lackey, had been watching from a corner. After a moment, a smirk playing on his lips, he started walking towards Shen Jing.

What on earth is happening now? Shen Jing thought as Asu approached her with obvious ill intent.

Luo Yuanping, however, just stood to the side, looking completely unconcerned.

But when he caught the strong reek of alcohol on Asu, Luo Yuanping suddenly kicked him away. "Get lost! All of you, out!" he roared.

The occupants of the room sullenly filed out.

Shen Jing wanted to flee too.

Luo Yuanping wasn’t the least bit worried she could escape. He casually shifted, pinning her against the door with one hand. "You’re fucking mine! Can’t you just love me? Haven’t I treated you well? You want a car? I’ll buy you one, okay?"

Shen Jing knew she was at a disadvantage. She couldn’t bring herself to be fierce; the fiercer she acted, the more his wounded pride and machismo would make him determined to control her.

She tried to lower her voice. "Stop messing around. Let’s talk this out calmly."

"I’m not messing around! Tell me, how am I worse than him?"

As he leaned in, Shen Jing’s pupils dilated. Her mind went blank, and she instinctively grabbed the nearby ashtray, smashing it down on Luo Yuanping’s head. It was solid and didn’t break; she hadn’t used enough force.

The pain in Luo Yuanping’s head was real, though, and so was the blood. He reached up to touch the back of his head. "You like making me bleed?"

Shen Jing still clutched the ashtray. Taking advantage of his momentary surprise, she struck him again.

He hadn’t thought she’d actually dare. But she had. His fingers tightened around her neck as he wrenched the ashtray from her grasp.

"Next time, use more force," he sneered. "A tap like that won’t knock me out."

Remembering the hairpin at the back of her head, she yanked it free. It’s not sharp, but it’s still a weapon, she thought, aiming for his eyes.

Luo Yuanping wasn’t a fool. He saw her intention and evaded it, but their struggle was too violent. His lower back slammed hard against a doorstop on the wall, sending a jolt of real pain through him.

Seeing an opportunity, Shen Jing fumbled with the door lock, trying to escape. In her panic, she only managed to jam the mechanism further. How does this thing even open? She was completely unfamiliar with places like this.

Luo Yuanping leaned against the wall, one hand pressed tightly to his lower back, and swayed as he advanced on her.

Shen Jing turned her head, spotted an empty wine bottle on the floor, snatched it up, and swung it at Luo Yuanping’s face.

Finally, the door swung open, and a security guard stepped in.

Seeing a sliver of hope, Shen Jing quickly ducked behind him. "Help me! He assaulted me!"

Luo Yuanping spoke up, "Don’t call the police. I’m Brother Hong’s nephew. Just bring her back to me."

The guard surveyed the chaotic scene: the general mess and the fresh bloodstains on Luo Yuanping’s white shirt. Trouble had definitely occurred. He made a quick phone call.

Shen Jing tried to bolt, but the guard blocked her path, refusing to let her leave. Soon, more security guards from the venue, alerted by the commotion, rushed over.

"You’ve injured someone. You’ll explain yourself before you go anywhere."

Ultimately, both Shen Jing and Luo Yuanping were escorted to the manager’s lounge.

Across a tea table sat a portly, middle-aged man. From their deferential tones, Shen Jing gathered he was called Brother Hong.

"Do you have any idea what my nightly turnover is?" Brother Hong began, his voice displeased. "How could you young people cause such a ruckus in my establishment? If word of this gets out, the higher-ups could order me to shut down! You’re trying to ruin me, aren’t you?"

She understood. They couldn’t afford to call the police. If an incident at a nightclub like this reached the authorities, they’d likely be forced to close for good.

Shen Jing knew they were all in it together, so she chose to remain silent. Where on earth was her phone?

A security guard leaned in and whispered something in Brother Hong’s ear.

Brother Hong’s brow furrowed deeply as he listened, his gaze fixed intently on Shen Jing.

"Someone’s outside looking for a person."

"Who is it?"

"We don’t know what group they’re from. They look like bodyguards, types we’ve never seen around here before. They’re asking for this young lady."

Brother Hong’s expression darkened. "Understood. Go out, keep things quiet, and tell them you haven’t seen her. And clear the surveillance footage, now."

The security guard nodded and silently withdrew.

"I’ll treat you both to dinner," Brother Hong said, his plump fingers stroking a Maneki-neko figurine on the table as he smiled benignly at Shen Jing. "This can all just be water under the bridge. You’re Ah Ping’s friend, aren’t you? I think I remember you."

Shen Jing didn’t even glance at him. "I’m not."

"Let’s go, then," Brother Hong said, his smile vanishing as he rose. He gestured to Luo Yuanping. "We’ll leave through the back door."

Luo Yuanping knew to listen to his uncle.

But Shen Jing remained rooted to her seat. "I’m not going."

They just want to hush this up to protect the nightclub’s business, she thought. She wasn’t stupid. Impossible. If this continued, Luo Yuanping would just find her again, and it would be the same thing all over. Surely, she couldn’t be expected to never go anywhere? Was going out a crime now?

Brother Hong chuckled. "Well, now, little lady. We offer to send you home, and you refuse. What is it you want, then?"

Shen Jing said, "I can agree not to call the police. But my phone is missing. I lost it here, in your club. I want it back."

Brother Hong wasn’t about to believe that. "If it’s lost, it’s lost. Ah Ping will buy you a new one."

Luo Yuanping grabbed Shen Jing’s wrist, his voice menacing. "Don’t provoke me into using force on you again."

Brother Hong intervened. "Ah Ping, calm down. We’ll sort this out after we leave."

By now, several burly security guards had entered the room and stood before Shen Jing.

Ignoring Shen Jing’s defiance, Brother Hong said flatly, "If you won’t walk out on your own, we’ll carry you."

She could see the guards tensing, ready to do just that.

"Don’t touch me," Shen Jing asserted. "I’ll walk."

When they left, it was through the back door. Shen Jing knew they wouldn’t let her go easily; they were afraid she’d call the police.

The parking lot was eerily quiet. A black van was parked in front of them.

Shen Jing was practically manhandled into the vehicle.