Just got divorced and immediately got seduced by the stunning senior sister
Chapter 330: Su Yumei’s Home Turf

Chapter 330: Chapter 330: Su Yumei’s Home Turf

Out of seven or eight seats, only Chen Wei and Su Yumei remained seated, making it impossible for Zhao Qingdong to overlook them.

Thus, he walked over with a swarm of underlings in tow.

Lifting his foot onto the edge of the table, hands in his pockets, he wore an expression of supreme arrogance, "You two, are you deaf or something? Didn’t you hear me? I said get the hell out!"

"Do you even realize that what you’re doing is illegal?" Su Yumei turned to face him, asking without a hint of fear.

Zhao Qingdong glared, having been so caught up in his bluster and busy with his mission that he hadn’t taken the time to properly appreciate Su Yumei, the woman before him. Taking a good look, he thought damn, she’s a top-tier beauty. Maybe even the ancient Four Great Beauties couldn’t compare, right?

"Oh! What a beauty, my apologies, my apologies," Zhao Qingdong said as he lowered his foot, "Look at me, tsk, I’ve offended you. Sorry about that."

Zhao Qingdong had no clue his minor act had temporarily saved him from having Chen Wei chop off his foot!

He reached over to the tissue box on the table, pulling out a sheet to wipe clean the footprint he had left there.

"You see, Auntie Yang, with such lovely guests, why didn’t you let me know in advance? I came in such a rush I didn’t have time to prepare a bouquet of roses for you. All I have to offer is this piece of my sincere, burning heart," Zhao Qingdong said, believing his own words to be witty and humorous.

"I’m not interested in your heart." How could Su Yumei not be aware of Zhao Qingdong’s crooked thoughts?

"Beauty, don’t be so cold. You must not know me well. If you did, you’d surely fall for me. Just give me some time, I guarantee you’ll understand me thoroughly," Zhao Qingdong said as he glanced at Chen Wei and ordered, "Throw this trash out, he’s not worthy of sitting across from my sweetheart."

The words "my sweetheart" gave Su Yumei goosebumps, making her rub her arms uncomfortably.

Paired with Zhao Qingdong’s leering gaze, Su Yumei genuinely feared she might vomit up her recent meal the next second.

"Didn’t you hear our big bro’s words, punk? Get up now!" Upon receiving the order, the blonde guy approached Chen Wei, reaching out his large hand to grab Chen Wei’s hair and drag him out.

Crack!

A sound of breaking bone echoed. The blonde guy didn’t realize what had happened at first. After one second, then two, he felt something wrong.

"..." He looked down only to see his arm bent at a ninety-degree angle. His expression twisted gradually, and he screamed louder and louder, "Ah! My hand! My hand!"

"Tsk, so annoying." Annoyed, Chen Wei kicked the blonde guy, sending him flying out of the restaurant.

"What, what happened?" The kitchen was noisy, and Yang Fanghui had been busy serving up dishes, completely oblivious to the commotion outside. She was still holding a steaming dish of meat.

Who would have thought that upon coming out, she’d find the guests all gone.

"Zhao Qingdong!" Yang Fanghui recognized him at a glance.

Zhao Qingdong, who had not the slightest inclination to respond to Yang Fanghui at that moment, watched as his underling’s arm was broken and flung out right in front of him. As the gang leader, this was a huge loss of face.

"Kid, been trained?" Zhao Qingdong questioned Chen Wei.

"If you don’t want to die, scram," Chen Wei responded, without even glancing at Zhao Qingdong.

"You’re pretty arrogant, huh? Who gave you the guts to act so cocky with me, Zhao Qingdong? You should go out and ask around, see just what kind of a... "

Bang!

Boom!

Zhao Qingdong was still showing off, trying to intimidate, when suddenly, a powerful force struck his midsection. Next thing he knew, he was airborne, crashing onto the aforementioned underling.

"Big bro!" Seeing this, the rest of his men hurried over to help Zhao Qingdong up.

"You okay, boss?"

Slap!

Zhao Qingdong raised his hand and slapped the man who was asking the question. "Do I look like I’m fucking okay to you?"

"What are you dazed for! Call someone! Don’t touch me, my waist, it feels like it’s broken!" Zhao Qingdong cried out in pain.

Upon hearing Zhao Qingdong’s demand for help, Yang Fanghui hurriedly put down the dishes in her hands and walked over to Chen Wei and Su Yumei. "Yumei, you’d better take your little boyfriend and get out of here. Zhao Qingdong is not someone you can afford to mess with."

In fact, Yang Fanghui was unaware of Su Yumei’s status as the wealthiest woman and the heiress of the Su Family, otherwise, it would have been Zhao Qingdong whom she should be advising.

"Auntie Yang, if we leave, what will you do?" Su Yumei couldn’t help being concerned.

Now she really didn’t have the mind to explain her relationship with Chen Wei to Yang Fanghui.

Let the misunderstanding be, after all, it didn’t put her at a disadvantage.

"I have my ways. You should leave quickly. If you don’t go now, you really won’t be able to!" Yang Fanghui urged anxiously.

"Auntie Yang, don’t worry. My master sister is formidable. This trash, they’re no match for her," Chen Wei interjected.

"Auntie Yang, I’ll take care of this," Su Yumei took out her phone and after a few manipulations, told Yang Fanghui, "It’s handled."

It’s handled?

What do you mean it’s handled?

Yang Fanghui only saw Su Yumei tapping a few times on her phone, unable to comprehend her words.

"Master sister, do you need my help?" Chen Wei asked.

"I asked you to come here to eat, don’t be nosy," Su Yumei didn’t want to trouble Chen Wei. As he had just said, this garbage was no match for her, Su Yumei.

Seven or eight minutes later, Zhao Qingdong’s men arrived first, nearly thirty in all, a large imposing crowd.

They also carried a fair number of weapons.

At the same time, Zhao Qingdong’s waist injury had also largely healed; while not completely cured, he could at least stand up with the support of others.

Looking around with a snort and a laugh, "You little shit, you dare lay hands on me? Do you literally not know how to spell ’death’?"

Chen Wei didn’t reply, as it was Su Yumei’s show now.

He poured himself a glass of plum juice and started to enjoy it.

Seeing Chen Wei treat him like he was invisible, Zhao Qingdong ran his tongue over the wall of his mouth with a displeased expression, "Clever boy, today I’m going to teach you exactly how ’death’ is spelled!"

"Before you teach him, how about you teach me how to spell ’death’ first? I don’t know either," Su Yumei’s eyes caught sight of approaching vehicles, and she got up from her chair, slapping the table.

"Little beauty, how could I bear to see you die? I love you, caring for you is not enough; don’t worry, after I take care of him, I’ll teach you all about ’dying for love,’" said Zhao Qingdong as he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, his expression was wretched.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound approached.

Everyone turned to look. It was two trucks.

Each truck bore a simple dragon pattern.

The trucks stopped at an angle, forming a triangle, effectively sealing off Zhao Qingdong and his men’s escape route.

Then, the back doors opened, and one by one, hundreds of men clad in suits and wearing sunglasses alighted, exuding a powerful aura.

Once all were assembled, they focused their gaze on Su Yumei, placed their hands along their trouser seams, bowed slightly, and shouted in unison, "President Su!"