Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 343: Capturing the Turtle in a Jar

Chapter 343: Chapter 343: Capturing the Turtle in a Jar

Zhong Daqiao understood the meaning behind the nodding. It wasn’t the same atmosphere as the one brought by the previous visitors.

He had to be careful.

Zhong Daqiao had no intentions to get into trouble in the first place.

So, with a furrowed brow, he walked towards the bodyguards.

In his heart, some discontent was brewing.

Weren’t entrepreneurs and tycoons like him supposed to be especially welcome here?

Why didn’t it seem to be the case from what he saw?

He couldn’t help but look towards that erect figure.

Zhong Daqiao disdainfully thought, how could someone so young hold such a high position?

It felt so unreal.

Perhaps he was just puffing himself up using his family’s connections.

He glanced back at the door of the conference room and suddenly felt like it was an easy catch.

At the doorway, Song Yunuan felt something was amiss when she closed the door just now.

She poked her little head out again, looking towards the south, where Gu Huai’an hadn’t left but stood by the window, speaking to a leader with his back to her.

Song Yunuan naturally didn’t dare to let her thoughts wander; she glanced and then quickly retracted back into the conference room.

Right, it’s best to make it quick.

So many people were waiting outside.

Especially Gu Huai’an, whether there was a real issue or it was merely coincidental.

But he was also helping her.

With him there, today’s events went particularly smoothly.

At this time, Xia Bowen had already walked towards Shangguan Heng.

Xia Xindong stayed where he was.

Shangguan Heng stood behind four bodyguards and his son.

His face was extremely unsightly.

This wasn’t going according to his plan.

So many people just left without even considering his proposed collaboration.

This was a significant loss of face for him.

Xia Bowen was stopped by a bodyguard. Song Yunuan stepped forward, impatiently dragging the bodyguards aside one by one.

This was the first time these individuals witnessed Song Yunuan’s strength.

In just the blink of an eye, Song Yunuan was standing in front of Shangguan Heng, tugging him into a cubicle inside the conference room.

The bodyguards hadn’t expected this seemingly gentle little girl to possess such great strength.

They were just thrown out without hitting a table or a chair, yet they felt intense pain in their ribs and chests.

For a moment, they couldn’t get up.

Song Yunuan threw Shangguan Heng into the cubicle, along with Shangguan Wenzhi and two other bodyguards.

Shangguan Heng had never expected the seemingly safe city government conference room to become the most dangerous place.

There was nowhere to even make a phone call.

The cubicle was inside the conference room without windows. Song Yunuan turned on the light.

Shangguan Heng yelled, "You... Song Yunuan, what do you intend to do?"

Song Yunuan rubbed her hands together, smiling, "I’ll try to see if I can temporarily deprive you of the ability to resist."

Her strength and speed seemed to come with her spirit.

With a mere thought, she could control the strength in her hands.

The strength could not simply be termed as such; it would be more accurate to call it energy.

For instance, when hitting Lin Qing, it could affect beneath the skin, yet leave no visible marks on the surface.

But the pain underneath was scorching.

Today, she intended to render these people immobile, at her mercy.

Song Yunuan first grabbed Shangguan Heng, who was mixed with anger and fear.

She placed her hand on his shoulder, and energy flowed into him through her palm.

Shangguan Heng suddenly felt as though all his strength had drained away.

Fear crept up from the bottom of his heart, and he hastily spoke, "Little Nuan, Little Nuan, just say what you want to do. Anything I can do, I will agree to."

At this moment, Xia Bowen and Xia Xindong both entered the room.

Xia Bowen was carrying a canvas bag in his hand.

Song Yunuan said, "You are hypocritical and venomous, and you still lack any sense of guilt. The way you acted as if you were seeing a family member when we first met... honestly, it was eye-opening. You are just too shameless and disgusting."

"Actually, I didn’t plan to do much to you this time; you’re no human, but we still have to act like humans. However, you’ve been so despicable that we’ve been forced to give you a little gift."

Song Yunuan and Xia Bowen said, "Do as we originally planned." Then she went and dealt with the other three using the same method.

They were dragged together.

The four of them stared at Song Yunuan in horror, wondering why they couldn’t move.

This was unscientific.

Shangguan Wenzhi gritted his teeth and looked at Xia Xindong, wanting to say something, but ultimately, he closed his mouth helplessly.

Retribution, this was retribution!

The one who went to the trade fair was Wenhai, the old man’s favorite son.

But the one who came to meet Xia Xindong with him was Shangguan Wenzhi.

The one he usually couldn’t be bothered with.

When necessary, could be used as a shield against swords and spears.

Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, all conspiracies were paper tigers.

He thought there would be a fierce conflict, perhaps even weapons drawn.

But in reality, there was nothing.

They were nothing but light as a feather, mere sandbags.

At the mercy of Song Yunuan’s casual disposal.

At this moment, he firmly believed that those dance halls had been smashed by Song Yunuan.

He believed, and so did Shangguan Heng.

And given this girl’s heartlessness and ruthlessness, who knew if she would actually dare to wipe him out in Xiangjiang.

He had actually prepared for the worst, but he didn’t expect it to come so soon.

Not even giving him a chance to struggle.

Song Yunuan said to Xia Xindong, "I’ll be right outside. Call me when it’s done."

Still not at ease, Song Yunuan checked again, then walked out and closed the door behind her.

She called over Zhong Shaoqing, who immediately came running over.

She took a check out of the briefcase and showed it to Zhong Shaoqing, "Do you recognize this, is it real?"

Zhong Shaoqing looked closely and nodded, "It’s real."

This he knew.

He didn’t know what Little Nuan had done earlier, forcing Shangguan Heng to come.

Logically, as someone who had done wrong, where would he dare to meet Xia Bowen and Xia Xindong.

Unless the two of them had called ahead of time to say all wrongs were forgiven.

But obviously, that was impossible.

So, Shangguan Heng had no choice but to come, thinking he was fully prepared and the Xia family wouldn’t dare touch him. Little did he know, this so-called meeting could end as abruptly as it started, and that desirable refrigeration equipment they discussed was now blacklisted.

Shangguan Heng had never anticipated this.

About half an hour later, the door to the workroom was opened.

Xia Bowen’s face was grim as he nodded towards Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan came in and kicked each one, and just like that, they were as lively as dead pigs again.

Song Yunuan asked Xia Xindong curiously, "Youngest Uncle, what did you guys film?"

Xia Xindong said, "Pretend you don’t know about this, and don’t watch or ask."

Shangguan Heng’s face was swollen, and he walked unsteadily needing support.

Looking at Xia Bowen and Xia Xindong, his eyes were filled with venom.

Xia Bowen grabbed the collar of Shangguan Heng’s shirt and cursed through clenched teeth, "Shangguan Heng, you son of a bitch, still daring to look at me with those eyes, you will have a bad death!"

Then he let go.

He softened his expression and said to Song Yunuan, "Chairman Shangguan has agreed to compensate Xindong a million, and for the tape, he brought only four this time, there are ten more at his home in Xiangjiang, and he is now returning to Xiangjiang. He guarantees to bring them all back tomorrow morning."

Song Yunuan replied, "Then let him leave quickly; people have been waiting outside for a long time."

When the conference room door was opened, everyone turned to look at them.

Shangguan Heng’s face was ashen, and although his heart was fine, it felt painfully uncomfortable.

The scenes from just before kept flashing in his mind, the photographs, the videos. He had thought Xia Bowen and the others were gentlemen, who wouldn’t resort to such actions.

But they did.

They stripped their clothes, arranged them together, took photos, and even filmed...

Forcing him to read a text of confession.

Indeed, they had prepared well in advance.