The Obsessive Tycoon Claims the Deserted Heiress
Chapter 119 - 118: You go ahead and find him on the eighth floor.

Chapter 119: 118: You go ahead and find him on the eighth floor.

She crouched soundlessly behind Deng Rong, raised her right hand high, and struck his neck without hesitation.

Ruan Yuan reacted quickly, catching him to prevent the sound of his heavy body hitting the ground.

"The U-disk should be in his clothes," Ruan Yuan lowered her voice and subtly tilted her chin toward the direction of the coat rack.

Yu Zhi nodded, tiptoed swiftly to the spot, and rummaged through the pockets of the suit hanging there, grabbing everything inside.

Unfortunately, aside from a bank card, business cards, and a set of keys, there was nothing else.

She paused to think, an idea flashing through her mind. She then turned and softly opened the wardrobe.

Sure enough, in the center compartment, there was a square safe locked with a gear combination, next to which a five-digit zero sequence was displayed.

Yu Zhi turned to signal Ruan Yuan, waiting until she stationed herself by the door. Yu Zhi quickly lifted her left hand and aligned the watch on her wrist with her pupil.

As the blue light flashed and the familiar Yellow Star jumped up and down, she scanned the safe’s gears with her watch.

Within seconds, the glow on the watch transformed into blue, and five digits surfaced inside its bubble interface.

Yu Zhi smirked and pressed her petite ear against the safe, listening intently to the faint "clicks" as she rotated the gears.

When all the digits changed, she stepped back, retrieving the small, black silk case from the popped-open safe.

"Found it," Yu Zhi held up the U-disk and gestured to Ruan Yuan with a silent mouth movement.

She casually placed the box aside and was about to stand and approach her ally—

The room door suddenly swung open from the outside.

The bodyguard had intended to deliver supplies but was stunned by the scene before him.

A glance at the unconscious Deng Rong on the floor elicited a rapid response—he discarded the items he was holding and dashed toward the cloaked woman clad in black.

Yu Zhi dodged the fist aimed directly at her face, swiftly pocketed the U-disk, and pulled the still-sheathed dagger from her waist, plunging it sharply into the bodyguard’s arm.

"Ah—" The bodyguard winced in abrupt pain, clenching his brows. He hadn’t expected her to be so ruthless.

His expression darkened as veins bulged against his clenched fist. He summoned all his strength and threw another strike at her.

The commotion inside the room attracted the suited men stationed throughout the living room.

In an instant, seven or eight men stormed in, splitting into two groups that engaged the women in a battle.

Yu Zhi held her ground more effectively, weaving through her opponents and even landing some solid blows.

Ruan Yuan, with less combat proficiency, struggled against the suited men, sustaining damage—especially to her shoulder blade, which seemed almost shattered by a hit.

"Go ahead," Yu Zhi seized on the chaos to rush to Ruan Yuan’s side, shielding her while dispatching nearby attackers, whispering urgently, "He’s on the eighth floor. Go find him."

Not allowing any room for protest, Yu Zhi pushed her out forcefully and locked the door behind her to prevent the suited men from following.

The sound of chairs and tables crashing echoed from the room, each thud striking painfully against Ruan Yuan’s heart.

Her eyes reddened as she stared at the door. Though she knew staying wouldn’t help, she still couldn’t bear leaving her companion behind.

"Go now!" Yu Zhi knew her personality too well, realized she wouldn’t leave so easily, and shouted again with a sense of urgency.

Thud—

The door emitted a loud bang. Ruan Yuan startled, her troubled gaze darting to the handle. After hesitating for two seconds, she finally steeled herself and clutched her shoulder, running out of the suite.

**

In the eighth-floor hall, tall tables draped in beige tablecloths, adorned with small bouquets, dotted the space at intervals.

Groups of men and women clustered at the tables, sipping champagne, nibbling on snacks, and chatting amiably.

On the right side of the room, a man in a silver shirt lounged on a sofa. His features were sharp, his thin, pale pink lips slightly pursed. The restrained yet dignified aura he exuded attracted the hall’s women to steal glances at him.

Shi Wei tilted his head slightly, unlocking his phone and then shutting it off repeatedly, his eyes fixed on the time displayed at the top, oblivious to boredom.

The young woman had promised she’d be back in twenty minutes—eight minutes remained.

"The people outside are still there?" Shi Wei cast a casual glance behind him, reclining back in the sofa as he crossed his legs over the table, striving to relax.

Chen Cai sighed softly. "Boss, they’re still there."

This marked the fifth time he’d had to answer that question tonight; he was exhausted.

"Brother Wei."

A coquettish voice slid into his ears, followed by the sight of three women entering his view.

Shi Wei glanced indifferently at the leftmost Shi Yaoyu, his lips parting faintly. "Where’s my dad?"

From beginning to end, he didn’t spare even a glance at the woman addressing him.

Shi Yaoyu sat elegantly not far from him, took a sip of champagne, and said unhurriedly, "He’s discussing matters with Professor Liu in the adjoining room; he’ll be here shortly."

Shi Wei hummed faintly, pulling a cigarette from the box and wedging it between two fingers, eyes lowered as he flicked the lighter’s wheel.

He took a deep drag, letting the wisps of smoke drift across his lashes.

Meng Han stared obsessively at the man’s angular profile, curling her red lips as she held up her glass and approached him.

"Brother Wei, shall we have a drink?" As she got closer, the strong floral fragrance clinging to her filled Shi Wei’s nostrils.

Shi Wei furrowed his brows and shifted slightly away. Unlocking his phone screen again, he paid her no mind, refusing to utter even half a word.

"Brother Wei?" Meng Han’s eyes flickered with disappointment. She suppressed her discontent, lifting the hem of her dress with her empty hand, and took another step forward.

But before she could get closer, Chen Cai vaulted swiftly over the sofa, blocking her way.

Chen Cai stood before her, speaking in a steady tone, "Miss Meng, please behave appropriately."

His particularly unfriendly gaze made Meng Han tighten her grip on the glass she held.

If Shi Wei had said such words, she might have tolerated them—but no way would she let a vulgar driver speak to her so insolently.

"Step aside!" Meng Han’s entitled temper flared as she slammed her glass onto the table and crossed her arms arrogantly, shooting him a sharp glare.

"Han Han," Bai Shirui hastily grabbed Meng Han’s arm the moment she noticed Shi Wei’s face darkening, pulling her back immediately.

She moved to stand in front of the man and offered an apologetic smile. "Master Shi, my apologies for bothering you."

Only then did Shi Wei raise his eyes to glance at her. Though her face displayed a gentle smile, his attitude remained harsh: "If you know, then get lost."