Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1122 - 1100: Tricked by a PR Lady

What method did Brother use to threaten Ning Xiaochuan? To make Ning Xiaochuan praise her against his will?

Qiao Yongyong could hardly imagine and dared not ask further, leaving Ning Xiaochuan’s bedroom.

Ning Xiaochuan had already notified Aunt Xia via the room’s intercom phone. When she went downstairs, Aunt Xia had the driver fetch the car from the garage, waiting at the door.

The night was dark.

She got into the car, and the driver took her away from the Ning Family mansion.

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Beijing is enormous, and Tanghu Villa is located in the suburbs, so it was very late when she arrived.

The suburban night was deep, like ink, darker than in the city center.

Tanghu Villa was a family heirloom of the Ning Family in Beijing, featuring a traditional Chinese architectural style, passed down for generations.

The place is secluded, with beautiful scenery and fresh air. The Ning Family occasionally used it for vacations and hosted old friends from political circles.

As the Ning Family are political figures, the villa was equipped with guards inside and out.

After the car stopped, the Ning Family driver asked, "Miss Qiao, should I accompany you inside to find Young Master?"

"No need, I’ll go in by myself." Qiao Yongyong approached the villa gate and reported her identity and purpose.

The on-duty guard learned she was from the Ning Family and saw the Ning Family’s car, saying, "Nie Shao is in Qingchuan Pavilion on the second floor of the west building, seems to be accompanying some clients from Yunling."

Qiao Yongyong went inside, following the villa’s corridor, heading towards the west building.

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At the door of Qingchuan Pavilion on the second floor. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

She vaguely heard the men inside laughing and chatting lowly, seemingly drinking.

She hadn’t seen him for several days, she was a bit nervous, her palms damp with sweat. She composed herself before raising her hand to knock on the door.

The door opened with a loud crash.

The young man who opened the door had a few buttons undone on his shirt collar, his hair messy, with a strong smell of alcohol, appearing somewhat devil-may-care, yet like a wealthy scion. He glanced at the girl at the door in surprise, immediately grabbing her arm and pulling her inside, "Why are you only just here? You’re really slow, we’ve been waiting just for you!"

Qiao Yongyong hadn’t reacted before being dragged in by the man, she glanced around the room.

This was a small banquet hall; several men were seated on sofas with elegant young women accompanying them, who seemed like hostesses.

Nie Yixiao was not in the room.

The coffee table was piled with expensive red wine and whiskey, the air thick with the smell of alcohol.

The fat man with big ears had no hostess by his side, and seeing Qiao Yongyong, his eyes lit up, laughing drunkenly:

"Haha, I knew the big finale would be the best, it was worth waiting for so long! But don’t blame me for not being gallant, you’re late and need to drink a self-punishing glass!"

"Old Zhao, you’ve really hit the jackpot! The freshest and most charming reserved for you! Like a student, are hostesses now pretending to be innocent and pure!"

The other men were enviously jealous.

Compared to the other hostesses’ revealing attire, Qiao Yongyong’s T-shirt and denim skirt did make her look like an innocent student.

With long eyelashes, big eyes, skin as fine as jade, naturally upturned cherry lips exuding a allure beyond her years!

She was truly stunning!

Qiao Yongyong realized they mistook her for a hostess here to serve drinks and pushed away the drink old Zhao handed over, "You’re mistaken, I’m here to find Nie Yixiao."

The man who opened the door said, "I know you’re here to find Nie Shao, you’re all hired by Nie Shao tonight to serve the guests. Quickly, go apologize with a glass to Boss Zhao."

Old Zhao, impatient, clawed with his greasy fat hand at Qiao Yongyong’s slender wrist.

Qiao Yongyong firmly pushed Zhao away, pouring the wine he handed over on his head, and turned to leave, looking for Nie Yixiao elsewhere.

Zhao, with his large physique and sluggish reflexes, combined with being drunk, was easily pushed back onto the sofa, eliciting laughter from his companions, "Old Zhao, how did a little hostess mess you up."

Embarrassed and angry, Zhao wiped the wine off his face and turned to the young man, "Gong Sen! What’s this? What kind of woman did you find me? Look, a hostess more arrogant than I am!"

Gong Sen signaled Zhao to calm down, and said to Qiao Yongyong, "What are you doing? Be careful or I’ll report you! What nightclub do you come from? What kind of work attitude is this?"

Qiao Yongyong didn’t want to waste words, "Go report me! Report to the nightclub, heck, report to the police if you want! Now, where’s Nie Yixiao? Didn’t you say he was in this room?"

Absurd, a hostess so audacious, even addressing Nie Shao directly, failing in her duties yet wanting her payment?

Gong Sen got angry, grabbed Qiao Yongyong and pushed her in front of Zhao.

Qiao Yongyong stumbled, twisting her foot, sitting onto the sofa. Zhao, angered by her, grabbed her arm and pinned her down, "Are you kidding me, a hostess acting all high and mighty!"

She wanted to stand, but her ankle hurt too much, clearly sprained, and she felt the man’s boozy breath coming closer, gritting her teeth to struggle, "Let go of me! Damn you! I’m not a hostess! I said I came to find Nie Yixiao!"

A group of heavily drunk men couldn’t comprehend her words, Zhao avoiding her wild kicking while continuing his harassment, "Whoa, this little girl is spicy, that’s just my type! Heh, looking for Nie Shao? Plenty of women want to find Nie Shao! Who are you to him?"

She hesitated, unable to respond immediately.

Yes, who was she to Yixiao?

Her relationship with Nie Yixiao didn’t really exist, did it...

Gong Sen, hearing she was here for Nie Yixiao, had some doubts, but her hesitation convinced him she was lying, and he didn’t stop further.

At this moment, Qiao Yongyong felt the man’s shaggy hand reach her back, accompanied by a ripping sound, her back went cold!

The thin T-shirt collar was torn!

She freed her hand, slapping toward Zhao’s face!

Zhao reacted quickly this time, dodged, and grew angrier, "You little tramp! Who do you think you are, daring to act tough!" As he spoke, he continued tearing at her clothes—

At that moment, the door opened!

Footsteps approached.

The crowd paused, looking over, "Nie Shao."

Zhao also stopped.

Qiao Yongyong froze, feeling a cold gaze fall upon her.

He had just stepped out to make a call, and when he returned, she was here.

The man’s naturally cold aura filled the room, his eyes coldly surveying the girl on the sofa with her clothing disheveled.

His gaze swept like a frost-coated knife, landing sharply on Zhao.