Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 218: After Kicking Out the Scumbag, the Aloof Buddha Dotes on His Wife 18

"I——" Jiang Beiyu heard her words and unconsciously took a step forward. His mouth twitched as if he felt some guilt.

"For you, I did so much! In the branch office, I provided resources for you, at headquarters, I let my father accompany you. I had so many fantasies back then, but now, you’ve disappointed me so much..."

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"I bought you clothes, I spent money on you, I even let you live in my house, just so I could see you every day. But you? You had a child with another woman, had an illegitimate child?! What about me? What about me!" She acted out the whole set, crying and sneering at herself with a staggered step, pretending to nearly fall.

Zhou Mingyu sat in a dark corner booth, watching her almost fall. His fingers twitched but then he did nothing.

His secretary watched the entire process, almost scared silly.

Originally, he thought that Miss Su, who had suddenly appeared on the rooftop, might very likely be the future Mrs. Zhou, the future lady boss.

But unexpectedly, she also had a cheating fiancé?!

And judging by their big boss’s current state, he wasn’t just sitting there idly.

From past experience, Chairman Zhou did not like to spectate, and had absolutely no interest in such gossips or juicy scandals.

But now...

The secretary suddenly got curious about what would happen next.

After Su Zhiruan’s tearful accusation, at that moment, the disdain for Bai Yueyou and Jiang Beiyu from everyone had reached its peak. Su Zhiruan’s words subtly revealed that he was just a coward who relied on women, and many people noted this, resolving that if they saw him in their company in the future, they would immediately drive him out.

At that moment, Jiang Beiyu was unaware of this. After listening, his mind was filled with one thought—he needed to redeem himself.

Of course, not to win back Su Zhiruan, but through her, to reclaim the Su Family fortune that was readily within his reach and he had nearly lost.

He took a step forward voluntarily, "Ruanruan, I know all about your feelings for me. I didn’t expect you to love me so much."

"Some things I indeed did wrong before. The child she’s carrying isn’t mine. Listen to me and let me explain when we go back," Jiang Beiyu looked bitterly at Bai Yueyou, turned his head coldly, and then tried to take her hand in a lowly and flattering manner, but Su Zhiruan dodged it swiftly. He forced a smile, "Let’s talk when we go back, let’s talk when we go back."

Su Zhiruan had achieved her purpose. She yawned, feeling a bit sleepy.

The crowd dispersed, thinking the drama was over.

However, just at that critical moment—

Bai Yueyou suddenly hurled a wine bottle!

Her movement was so fast that no one even saw when she had taken the bottle!

With a loud crash, the glass shattered, quickly slashing the arms and limbs of Su Zhiruan and several others nearby.

Perhaps Bai Yueyou’s aim was too good; the wine bottle she threw hit Jiang Beiyu directly on the head. In an instant, his head was bleeding profusely! Finally, he stared in Bai Yueyou’s direction, eyes wide, then fainted to the ground, a pool of blood forming.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah——"

"He hit someone —— he fainted ——"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ——"

Shrill screams erupted, and someone quickly dialed emergency and police numbers.

The ground at that moment was covered in glass shards and spattered beer, with a strong smell of alcohol and white foam drifting on the floor.

Being closest to Jiang Beiyu, her arm was sliced open, not too deep, but quite long. Blood flowed out, and she lifted her arm, trying to slow the bleed.

With Jiang Beiyu unconscious on the ground, and the originally intended target, Su Zhiruan, unharmed, Bai Yueyou, stunned, was quickly subdued by security. Seeing this, everyone stopped their spectating and quickly left the scene.

They also inwardly reflected on the events they witnessed today.

Just then, Su Zhiruan smelled the faint, refreshing scent of sandalwood amidst the aroma of wine. She turned to look at the person beside her, "Why did you come?"

Zhou Mingyu was holding a medical kit in one hand and with his other hand, he reached out and effortlessly encircled Su Zhiruan’s uninjured wrist, leading her towards the booth, "To take care of your wound."

"Sure," she didn’t refuse this time.

This development was somewhat unexpected for her; she hadn’t thought Bai Yueyou would lose composure and actually throw the wine bottle.

It didn’t hit her, but it hit Jiang Beiyu instead.

Jiang Beiyu passed out, and Su Zhiruan wasn’t in the mood to bother with him; acting was pointless now.

"Let’s go to my place, it will be quieter," Zhou Mingyu said. He looked at the not-so-bright light above and paused before continuing, "I’ll have a doctor come."

"To your place? Your home?" Su Zhiruan looked up at him, somewhat surprised.

Zhou Mingyu had already pressed the elevator button. Hearing her question, he gave her a look, "Upstairs, not my house."

Only then did Su Zhiruan realize, she blinked, watching Zhou Mingyu press the elevator floor button. Indeed, it was upstairs, about three floors away from the rooftop terrace.

Those who could live here were either magnates of Jinghua or people of immense power.

The secretary also entered with them, taking over the medical kit from Zhou Mingyu willingly.

Soon, they reached the floor. Su Zhiruan observed the interior decorations and guessed.

Here, whether it was the carpet or the vase decorations, they were all of the finest quality; the lighting was soft and beautiful, clearly maintained daily by someone.

Worried about blood dripping, Su Zhiruan held her arm and looked up, voicing her conjecture, "Mr. Zhou, does Jinghua No.1 have something to do with you?"

The secretary, seemingly not expecting Su Zhiruan to ask directly, looked nervously at Zhou Mingyu and then back at Su Zhiruan.

"Yes," Zhou Mingyu saw she was taking small steps, so he subtly slowed down to wait for her and slowly said, "I own it."

Just as she thought.

Her expression instantly revealed understanding.

In such a prime location, to reserve an entire floor suite just for one person, and for him to be the only resident in the luxurious Jinghua No.1 Hotel, it indeed couldn’t escape being linked to a family like Zhou Mingyu’s.

But she hadn’t actually expected that he really owned the hotel.

With that thought, Zhou Mingyu paused at the iris scanner, and soon, it was verified.

Su Zhiruan followed him inside.

The first thing that caught her eye was the incredibly luxurious living room.

"Sit down; let me take care of your wound."

Zhou Mingyu took the medical kit from the secretary’s hands and sat on the couch, pulling out supplies for treating external injuries.

"Director Zhou, there are not many gauzes left in the kit; I have already asked the waiter to fetch some, they should arrive shortly," the secretary advised.

Zhou Mingyu nodded, "Got it; you can go back now."

Upon hearing this, the secretary left the suite.

Now, in the spacious living room, only Su Zhiruan and Zhou Mingyu remained.