Zhao Tianhao recognized the couple; the woman was Guan Xiaotong, oh no, Liang Shuang.
Those long legs were incredibly distinctive.
Zhao Tianhao's supercar pulled up in front of them.
Chen Zhuo, who was about to start a fight, saw an expensive sports car stop. Seeing the license plate, he knew it belonged to a wealthy second-generation heir he didn't want to mess with.
There was no way around it; self-made millionaires rarely acted so ostentatiously, but Zhao Tianhao was an exception.
"What, you want to hit my girlfriend?" Zhao Tianhao got out of the car with an air of dominance, his suit jacket ripped off, revealing bulging muscles on his arms that were incredibly striking—a real-life "suit-wearing thug."
Although Liang Shuang didn't recognize Zhao Tianhao, seeing that he had come to help her, she didn't object. Looking at Zhao Tianhao, who was far superior to Chen Zhuo, she now felt that Chen Zhuo was incredibly low-class, and she had been blind to have fallen for such a man.
"Your girlfriend?" Chen Zhuo asked, though somewhat intimidated.
"What, you have a problem with that? Or do we need to report to you that we're together?" Zhao Tianhao grabbed Chen Zhuo by the collar, lifting him up with one hand.
Chen Zhuo struggled to breathe, his collar gripped tightly by Zhao Tianhao. He frantically tried to pry open Zhao Tianhao's iron fist with both hands, kicking his legs frantically, hoping to get down.
"I'm sorry, let me go, I'm sorry, I can't breathe," Chen Zhuo pleaded, clinging to Zhao Tianhao's arm, his breath coming in short gasps.
"You, you let him go, he can't breathe!" Liang Shuang pleaded with Zhao Tianhao, seeing Chen Zhuo looking like he was about to die.
Zhao Tianhao glanced at Liang Shuang, who was so frightened she didn't dare say a word.
What kind of glance was that? Domineering, authoritative, unquestionable, cold, and utterly disregardful of life. A disdain for ants, and so on.
Liang Shuang admired herself for being able to glean so much from just a glance.
Zhao Tianhao released his grip, and Chen Zhuo plummeted to the ground, collapsing to the floor.
Ignoring the pain, Chen Zhuo gasped for breath; the feeling of surviving a near-death experience was wonderful.
He felt that for a moment, he had truly felt like he was going to die; he had truly walked through the gates of hell.
Once his breathing returned to normal, Chen Zhuo quickly got up and apologized profusely to Zhao Tianhao, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
He kept apologizing, then ran to his car, not daring to utter any harsh words. Some people, you could tell at a glance whether you were someone he could offend.
Chen Zhuo felt he hadn't lived enough yet and didn't want to ruin himself over a woman; it wasn't worth it. If this led to his family's business being suppressed, he would have nowhere to turn for help.
So Chen Zhuo decisively backed down, apologized, and ran away. "Get in," Zhao Tianhao said, putting on his suit jacket and getting back into the car.
Liang Shuang looked at the sleek sports car, opened the door, and got in.
She glanced around. She'd seen sports cars before, but none like this—clearly expensive, with a license plate that money couldn't buy. Liang Shuang had never seen anything like it in her life.
After admiring it, Liang Shuang looked at Zhao Tianhao, who was driving, wanting to ask something but unsure how to begin.
Zhao Tianhao noticed and said, "I don't know you, but you seem to need some help. I hope it won't cause you any trouble."
"It won't," Liang Shuang explained anxiously.
Looking at Zhao Tianhao's handsome profile, Liang Shuang said again, "I wasn't talking about him just now. I was afraid that if you really killed him, it would affect you."
Zhao Tianhao glanced at the serious Liang Shuang and replied, "I was just trying to scare him. I'm a law-abiding citizen; how could I just kill someone like that?"
Hearing Zhao Tianhao's explanation and recalling the scene just now, Liang Shuang didn't believe Zhao Tianhao was joking at all; he really would kill him.
To be honest, that man wasn't that heinous; he was just two-timing.
Zhao Tianhao didn't really understand why he had the thought of strangling him just now. Maybe he just simply didn't like him. Does God need a reason to kill someone?
"Where are you going?"
"Silent Reading Finance."
"Are you a student?"
"Yes, I'm a senior. Oh, by the way, my name is Liang Shuang." After saying that, she looked at Zhao Tianhao, as if she had heard Zhao Tianhao introduce himself.
"Zhao Tianhao."
Liang Shuang silently murmured the name. It felt familiar, but she couldn't quite place where she'd seen it before.
Zhao Tianhao realized he could drive into the school and, following Liang Shuang's directions, drove her to her dormitory building.
"Um, thank you for today."
"You're welcome."
As Zhao Tianhao prepared to drive away, Liang Shuang spoke again, "Um, could I add you on the phone?"
Zhao Tianhao, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the window, looked at Liang Shuang.
Liang Shuang felt a little embarrassed by his gaze. "If it's inconvenient, just pretend I didn't say anything."
Zhao Tianhao smiled, took out his phone, and pulled up his contact information.
"Scan my QR code."
"Okay." Liang Shuang happily added Zhao Tianhao.
"Goodbye." "Goodbye, drive carefully," Liang Shuang called out as she watched the supercar drive away.
Sure enough, a man driving a Ferrari with one hand is the coolest.
Liang Shuang, who was initially heartbroken because her boyfriend cheated on her, has long since lost that feeling.
Of course, she doesn't yet know that she's actually the other woman.
Liang Shuang looked at Zhao Tianhao's WeChat contact and went upstairs happily.
(Don't nitpick about the protagonist using WeChat. Just assume the protagonist has already flown over to Shenzhen and hypnotized Xiao Ma.)
Logically speaking, big shots usually use their own messaging apps, like Meituan's Elephant, Baidu's Ruliu, Alibaba's DingTalk, etc.
Don't overestimate Xiao Ma's character. His claim of never checking user chats is a lie. They're all competitors; what's the point of morality?
Zhao Tianhao returned to the Junyue Mansion.
After having some fun with Madam Wang, Zhao Tianhao lay down to rest.
The next day, Zhao Tianhao received a call from his assistant saying that Lao Wan had issued an ultimatum.
After arguing with Xu Huanshan, Gu Jia's husband, she called him to apologize and arranged a dinner meeting.
Zhao Tianhao found the 5 PM dinner meeting quite amusing.
"Tell Lao Wan..."
Zhao Tianhao hung up the phone and continued fucking Yang Xiaorong, who was moaning and groaning beneath him.
"Ah. Master, ah, so good, I'm going to be broken by your big dick. Ah, Master, it feels so good."
"Slutty bitch. Squeeze your cunt tighter, twist your ass."
Zhao Tianhao slapped her plump, white buttocks while thrusting his hips.
Gu Jia, driven by Xu Huanshan's driver Chen Xu, arrived at the private room with President Wan.
"President Wan, hello."
"Hehe, come, please sit down." Contrary to Gu Jia's expectations of a difficult situation, he was actually quite polite.
Mr. Wan is carrying the company's burdens now. If he messes this up, his own messy affairs are a minor issue compared to offending the company's big boss. He wouldn't even be safe in jail.
How could he not be afraid? None of Haotian Group's employees dare disobey Zhao Tianhao's will. Some have already been hypnotized by Zhao Tianhao.
Others, they're made an example of and killed.
The business world is like a battlefield, and life is like an ant to Zhao Tianhao. He can crush it at will. Now, how could he not understand that Zhao Tianhao has taken a liking to Gu Jia and wants him to be the villain?
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a hot towel on the table, Old Wan looked at Gu Jia and said, "Actually, I came here today to ask for your help."
Gu Jia was completely bewildered, not knowing what Old Wan was up to.
"Our company's fireworks orders can be signed at the price your company proposes, even for two or three years."
Gu Jia looked at Lao Wan without speaking, waiting for him to continue. Gu Jia and her husband had been dealing with Lao Wan for more than a year or two. They knew his character all too well.
He was either trying to squeeze costs out of them or trying to get their company to use expired or nearly expired fireworks, passing off inferior goods as superior ones.
If it weren't for the fact that Lao Wan's orders brought in 60-70% of the company's annual profit, they would have already given up on cooperating with him.