Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 642 - 261: Fei Qing’s Death (Part 2)

Wen Maixue put down her lipstick and left the women’s restroom. Half the lipstick was smashed in the washbasin, the garish red grease on the white tiles looked like a nauseating pool of human blood.

With a ’ding’, Yan Wuxu glanced at the text message from an unknown phone number, which ended with Wen Maixue’s comment: "Publish all the photos, one million per photo."

"Wen Maixue, you really think you’re the noble Countess," scoffed Yan Wuxu, who now had plenty of money and disdained being manipulated by Wen Maixue. But with Su Ziceng’s luck running high, it was time she experienced a harsh fall too.

Following the number in the text message, Yan Wuxu contacted the magazine known for "gossip and scandals," and they offered a hefty sum. When asked by the magazine staff who the man in the photos was, Yan Wuxu only smiled and replied: "He’s someone you can’t afford to offend, just having a Su Ziceng will make you print many more copies."

Indeed, the whole nation knew that Espr’s Chief Operating Officer, Su Ziceng, was currently the most sought-after young entrepreneur. She was so eminent that everyone forgot she used to be just a reckless heiress.

"Su Ziceng’s good luck is about to run out," thought Wen Maixue and Yan Wuxu simultaneously. Years of friendship ultimately perished amidst the flames of jealousy.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Wuxu contentedly contacted Fei Qing, hearing the laughter of women and the voices of Fei Qing’s debauched friends from her phone, Yan Wuxu felt frustrated. She was brainstorming for their future, smoothing out obstacles, while Fei Qing was out enjoying himself with food, drinks, prostitutes, and gambling.

Furious, she hung up and rushed to the bar. It was only afternoon, the entire bar was probably still closed for reorganization, surely Fei Qing had brought over a group of people during the downtime.

Things were nearly as Fei Qing guessed. He had invited a bunch of friends to boast about his newly acquired bar, and also let them try his newly acquired batch of drugs.

Just after Yan Wuxu hung up, Fei Qing knew something bad was happening. Encouraged by the people around him and with the pretext of "drug testing," he grew bolder.

More liquor and more drugs were brought into this VIP booth, the size of a small swimming pool. The giggling public relations manager then fetched some more female waitresses, while shouting to the booth: "Mr. Fei, I’ll get more liquor and drugs."

The bar, not yet open, was empty, dimly lit only by a few seductive, dark-red lamps in the corridor. The public relations manager entered the office located in the innermost room, originally Shang Yin’s and now belonging to Yan Wuxu.

The public relations manager quietly closed the door, walked to Yan Wuxu’s locked office desk, opened the drawer neatly filled with drugs. She took several packets and also pulled out a packet from her own bosom. She mixed it all together, as Brother Shang said, the drugs were just drugs, and the channels Yan Wuxu and Fei Qing could find, Shang Yin could find as well.

These drugs, compared to those bought by Fei Qing and Yan Wuxu, could only be better, not worse. High concentration pills, a bit too much mixed with alcohol could lead to permanent insanity if not death.

"Really a bunch of spoiled brats," muttered the public relations manager as she mixed all the drugs, "Only know how to fondle women, lower body animals." Fei Qing and Yan Wuxu took the easy route and retained the original staff, which was their biggest mistake.

With drugs and several bottles of liquor in hand, the public relations manager unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and entered the booth, lying directly in Fei Qing’s arms, coaxing: "Mr. Fei, as a host you’re not doing enough, look, none of my girls are having fun yet."

The female waitresses, knowing how to set the mood, each employed their full skills to persuade the surrounding men.

More bottles of liquor were opened, and the drugs were quickly snatched up. The public relations manager watched Fei Qing swallow several bright red pills in one go, then looked towards the exterior of the booth.

The door was suddenly pushed open. Before the heat and smell of smoke could escape, Yan Wuxu’s figure flashed in front of Fei Qing and the public relations manager. She swung her hand at the public relations manager’s body, hitting her face, and cursing with the ugliest words.

The public relations manager ran out of the booth crying, and the previously playful men and women were all dumbfounded at the scene.

"Fei Qing, you..." Yan Wuxu pointed furiously with one hand at Fei Qing. She was fuming with rage. Yet Fei Qing, still drooling, slumped on the sofa, his shirt open at the chest, eyes vacant, showing no reaction to Yan Wuxu’s wrath.

"Fei Qing, you better rise from death," Yan Wuxu grabbed Fei Qing’s arm, intending to give him a harsh lesson.

Before a few of Fei Qing’s friends could intervene, one of the men beside Fei Qing cried out: "Not good, Mr. Fei, he seems, he seems not right."

Foam continuously came out of the corner of Fei Qing’s mouth, who was previously drooling, his face unnaturally pallid.

"Quick! Call the police!" shouted the public relations manager who had been driven out of the booth, stunning everyone inside.

Yan Wuxu let go of her hold, and Fei Qing’s body heavily fell back onto the sofa. (To be continued. If you like this work, we welcome you to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)