"Ah!"
Seeing this, the girl beside them cried out in alarm.
Fortunately, Fang Ming was quick-witted and agile. He extended his long arm and steadily caught her by the waist, easing her onto the sofa instead of letting her crash against the sharp corner of the marble coffee table.
"Tsk, this woman... she really makes things happen exactly as she says."
Feeling the burning body temperature against his palm, Fang Ming frowned slightly as he looked at the woman who had completely lost consciousness on the sofa.
"Brother Ming, this..."
Wang Meng pushed away the girl in his arms and leaned over, looking utterly bewildered. "What's the situation? She can get drunk just from drinking mineral water??"
"She fainted from a fever..."
Fang Ming checked Gu Qinghe's forehead; it was frighteningly hot. He quickly turned to Wang Meng and said, "Go get the designated driver to bring the car to the entrance immediately."
"Liangzi, head back on your own after you pay the bill. Tonight's on me; come to the company tomorrow to get reimbursed."
"Got it!"
Helping her secure the contract and then having to provide after-sales service? It was quite exasperating.
However, Fang Ming didn't have time to overthink it. Once Wang Meng left, he quickly gathered her into his arms... Jinding Entertainment City, third-floor corridor.
The dim, suggestive glow of the wall lamps cast shadows on the thick European-style carpet. The air was a heavy mix of tobacco, alcohol, and various perfumes.
Fang Ming carried Gu Qinghe and strode quickly out of Private Room 308.
It had to be said that although this woman looked thin, her height of 172 centimeters, combined with the dead weight of her unconscious state, made carrying her a serious physical task.
Fortunately, Fang Ming had integrated the Grandmaster Level Combat Technique. While his physical stats hadn't turned him into a literal superman, his mastery over muscle exertion and center-of-gravity control had reached a transcendent level.
He adjusted his posture, letting Gu Qinghe's head rest in the crook of his shoulder, trying his best to walk steadily.
The woman in his arms was burning up. Through her thin professional blouse, that alarming heat was constantly being transmitted to him like a freshly forged piece of iron.
Chen Liang was being somewhat reliable at this moment; he followed with Gu Qinghe's briefcase and the contract, helping to press the elevator button along the way.
Fang Ming looked at his reflection in the stainless steel mirror of the elevator. His shirt collar was slightly open, and he was holding a beautiful, unconscious professional woman in his arms.
No matter how you looked at it, this scene resembled a villainous second-generation rich kid taking advantage of someone.
Ding!!
The elevator came to a steady stop on the first floor, and the doors slowly slid open.
"Brother Ming, I had the driver bring the car to the entrance," Wang Meng said quickly as he took the bag from Chen Liang.
Fang Ming nodded without wasting words.
At this moment, a group of people was standing under the crystal chandelier at the main entrance.
Leading them was a young man in a floral shirt, with his arm around a hot, internet-celebrity-faced beauty in a miniskirt. He was shaking hands with a balding middle-aged man, his face full of smiles.
"President Li, take care. Next time you come to Rong City, you must give me another chance. We haven't even finished drinking to our hearts' content yet!"
The young man's voice was a bit loud and carried a clear hint of intoxication; it was Zhao Ruilong.
The middle-aged man addressed as President Li had clearly been well-entertained. His face was flushed as he patted Zhao Ruilong on the shoulder. "That's easy to say, easy to say. Little Zhao, the service here at Jinding Entertainment City is indeed top-notch. I am very satisfied!"
"Hahaha, as long as President Li is happy, that's all that matters!"
Zhao Ruilong laughed heartily. Just as he was about to see President Li to his car, he suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.
Fang Ming?
Zhao Ruilong was stunned for a moment. His alcohol-numbed brain was slightly sluggish for half a second, but then his gaze became playful.
This morning in Qin Xiao's office, this kid had said he had some private matters and couldn't come along.
And the result?
What time was it even? He was already coming out with a woman in his arms? And looking at the state of that woman, she was completely out of it—clearly, she'd been drunk under the table!
"Yo, if it isn't Special Assistant Fang?"
He let go of the internet celebrity girl and took a step forward, blocking the front of the revolving door—directly in Fang Ming's path.
"Is this the 'private matter' you mentioned to Young Master Qin this morning?"
Zhao Ruilong crossed his arms and tilted his head, his eyes sweeping over Gu Qinghe with contempt as a lewd smirk played on his lips.
"I didn't realize that you, a guy who usually looks so refined in glasses, would play even wilder than me? This babe looks quite proper, a workplace OL? What happened, did you drug her? Or just get her drunk?"
"Do you want big brother to teach you a few tricks? It's no fun playing with them when they're passed out like this; they need to be half-drunk and half-awake..."
Several bodyguards and hostesses nearby looked over, and even that President Li stopped in his tracks with an expression like he was watching a show.
Fang Ming did not stop, nor did he even slow his pace in the slightest.
"Move."
Fang Ming's voice was cold. As soon as the word left his mouth, he was already in front of him.
He didn't move around him, nor did he push. He simply lowered his shoulder slightly, and his footwork instantly shifted into an extremely eerie rhythm.
At the moment of contact, he thrust his shoulder forward rapidly.
The Grandmaster Level Combat Technique allowed Fang Ming to execute his skills to perfection.
Bang!
A dull thud of colliding muscle rang out.
To an outsider, it looked as if Zhao Ruilong was drunk and couldn't stand straight, insisting on bumping into the hurrying Fang Ming.
"Holy sh—"
Zhao Ruilong felt a massive force, like a truck, slam into his chest.
He had already drunk half a liter of foreign liquor, so his footing was weak and his center of gravity was unstable. Hit by this surge of hidden force, he instantly lost his balance.
Stumble, stumble, stumble!
He fell back clumsily three steps, his heel tripping on the edge of the carpet by the door.
Plop.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the second young master of the Zhao Family fell flat on his back on the marble floor in an extremely undignified posture.
Silence. The entire entrance of the hall fell silent.
President Li was so shocked his mouth hung open; he didn't even react when his cigarette butt fell onto his pants.
The internet celebrity girl beside him screamed in fright and scrambled over to help him up.
The guests coming and going were also drawn by the commotion, stopping to watch and point.
Lying on the ground, the sharp pain in his buttocks and the mocking gazes around him made Zhao Ruilong fly into a humiliated rage.
Embarrassing! This was too damn embarrassing!
On his own turf, he had been knocked flying by a dog he looked down upon?
"Fang Ming, you're fucking dead! Stop him for me! Where are the bodyguards? Where the hell did they go??"
Zhao Ruilong struggled to crawl up, roaring hysterically.
But his bodyguards were still upstairs and hadn't come down with him. Fang Ming didn't even look back; carrying Gu Qinghe, he pushed through the revolving door and stepped into the deep night.
Wang Meng followed quickly and opened the car door.
Fang Ming bent down and carefully placed Gu Qinghe in the back seat, then climbed in himself.
"Drive. To the nearest hospital."
"You got it!" the designated driver responded quickly.
Vroom!
After Wang Meng got in, the audi a6 let out a low roar and sped away.
Inside the entertainment city!
"Young Master Zhao, Young Master Zhao, are you alright!"
"Get lost!"
Zhao Ruilong shoved away the girl trying to help him and scrambled to his feet, pointing at the main entrance and roaring.
"Fuck your mother, you dare to hit me?? Fang Ming, you fucking wait..."