Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
Chapter 93 - 93 93 Hes Ruthless

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: He’s Ruthless! Chapter 93: Chapter 93: He’s Ruthless! “So soon? It’s not even nine o’clock, is it? Then change to two other ones,” he said.

Yang Feiliu, puzzled, selected a few more.

“Sorry, we’re out of those too.”

“What about these?” Yang Feiliu casually pointed to a few others.

“I apologize, but we’re out of those as well.”

“Then tell me, what do you have?” Yang Feiliu slapped the drinks list on the table.

The waiter’s voice was soft, yet very sincere: “We’ve run out of all alcoholic beverages. However, other drinks like fruit juices and milk are fully stocked and free of charge.”

“So what you’re saying is… you don’t want to serve me?”

The waiter lowered his head but involuntarily glanced at Jiang Zhe.

Someone from above had given a heads-up last night that wherever Jiang Zhe was, they couldn’t serve her alcohol.

The waiter saw what was happening—the girl in the school uniform was being looked after.

There were strict rules throughout the place that had to be followed to the letter.

Privately, people had even discussed how the young girl, looking so pretty in her school uniform and appearing so young, naturally invited protection from someone who wouldn’t let her drink alcohol.

A few even joked that if it were up to them, they wouldn’t let her drink in a bar either; even a quiet bar couldn’t keep away the troublemakers.

Nobody knew exactly who from the top had issued the order, but the bottom line was that, no matter what, the alcohol was gone.

Yang Feiliu laughed out of exasperation: “Fine, you win. I’ll go drink somewhere else, okay?”

Song Xingyu and the others looked clueless as they followed Yang Feiliu.

Jiang Zhe’s mind drifted to Qin Jingchen’s smiling face with its pronounced features, recalling the glass of milk he poured for her last night.

She massaged her temple, speechless.

Yang Feiliu quickly moved on to another bar.

But this place was just as outrageous. As soon as they entered, juices, fruit, and milk were served up free of charge but don’t ask for liquor—there wasn’t any.

Yang Feiliu got so angry she stormed out.

After visiting five bars, all five had no alcohol.

Yang Feiliu quickly realized this was Qin Jingchen’s arrangement.

She’d been there that afternoon and had two bottles.

So this meant Qin Jingchen didn’t mind her drinking, but as long as Jiang Zhe was present, alcohol was inherently nonexistent?

Yang Feiliu glared at Jiang Zhe: “Qin Jingchen, he’s ruthless!”

Jiang Zhe shrugged.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re okay with being controlled?” Yang Feiliu tapped her on the nose, “Jiang Xiaozhe, you’ve changed!”

“I don’t drink anyway.” Jiang Zhe left the bar, grabbing a handful of cherries, “Want some?”

“No thanks! Forget it, you all go! I’ll drink alone!” Yang Feiliu began to shoo them away.

Song Xingyu also caught on and said, “If Mr. Qin doesn’t want us to drink, then let’s not. Actually, come to think of it, apart from me, you’re all under eighteen. It’s for the best not to drink. I’ll treat you to milk tea.”

Gu Jiashun was wondering who Mr. Qin was, but he didn’t ask.

He just mumbled to himself that it was probably someone connected to Jiang Zhe.

He didn’t pry further, instead, he took the opportunity to quietly say to Song Xingyu: “Xingyu, my brother wants to meet your dad, is that okay?”

“Of course, why not?” Song Xingyu said with a smile, “Didn’t your brother take me home before? Why so formal now? I’ll talk to my dad.”

Gu Jiashun had indeed visited Song Xingyu’s home before, but he really hadn’t thought that much about it.

“Alright, I’ll also mention it to my elder brother.”

Song Ye heard that the classmate’s family of Song Xingyu wanted to meet him, and as he happened to be free and it was his son’s birthday, he immediately agreed.

Jiang Zhe stayed behind to have milk tea with everyone, with Song Xingyu chatting around her, and the others all focusing on her.

Song Family.

Madam Song poured a cup of tea for Song Ye and said, “Are you really going to meet that Gu Jiaheng?”

“Xingyu has asked, and I don’t really have anything else on today.”

“Most likely, he’s coming to mediate on behalf of the Jiang Family. The issue wasn’t a big deal, and it didn’t really bother me,” Madam Song spoke calmly, “but when he didn’t know that Xingyu was our son, his attitude was so offensive. After he found out, he became so respectful—it’s unsettling to see such impertinence followed by profound deference.”

Song Ye was very clear about what had happened that day, and naturally, he didn’t have such a generous heart after his son was insulted like that.

He slowly finished his cup of tea and said lightly, “I’ve got a clear picture of the situation with the Jiang Family, and since they want to visit, let’s give them a chance.”

Madam Song naturally knew what he meant by ‘a clear picture’, as the couple had turned around and learned everything about Jiang Zhe and Jiang Fanyue.

The more they understood, the more they felt that the Jiang Family lacked a sense of humanity and were too driven by self-interest.

Gu Jiaheng and Jiang Fanyue were thrilled to get the chance to meet Minister Song so soon.

“Then I’ll go over first,” said Gu Jiaheng, who had prepared a gift especially made by Cai’er.

He had asked many favors to buy it in Beijing, originally planning to give it to Lin Huaiyuan. Since Lin Huaiyuan had left, giving it to Song Ye was just right.

The Song Family lived in a very ordinary neighborhood, a common residential area that can be seen everywhere.

When Gu Jiaheng went to pick up Gu Jiashun previously, he gave Song Xingyu a lift along the way and even came in for a cup of tea. At that time, he didn’t take it to heart, but now looking back, he couldn’t help but feel regret.

Upon entering the Song household, the housekeeper let him in.

Song Ye was sitting on the sofa, drinking tea.

The Song home was decorated like any common family’s home, focusing on comfort.

It was understandable that Gu Jiaheng hadn’t noticed the Song Family’s living situation during his last visit.

The Gu and Jiang Families’ homes were decorated in a luxurious and wealthy style, naturally, he couldn’t associate this kind of homey atmosphere with Minister Song.

Seeing Song Ye, his attitude was extremely respectful, “Minister Song.”

“Have a seat,” Song Ye greeted him.

He presented the gift, “Minister Song, I’ve brought a little something…”

“You’re too formal, Young Master Gu. Our old Song never accepts gifts; I’ll have to ask you to take this back,” said Madam Song, standing up to decline the offer.

Unable to decline effectively, Gu Jiaheng reluctantly set it down, “Jiashun and Xingyu have a good relationship, they’ve always been classmates and friends. I should have visited sooner, but I didn’t want to disturb Minister Song, which is why I haven’t come by.”

“It’s fine. We adults never get involved in children’s matters,” Minister Song said and poured a cup of tea for Gu Jiaheng.

Gu Jiaheng quickly stood up to receive it, “Thank you.”

“Give it a try. It’s a tea I’ve always loved, brought from my hometown.”

“It tastes really good,” Gu Jiaheng said, though he was actually very nervous and couldn’t really discern the taste, “Minister Song, that day at school, there was a slight misunderstanding between Jiang’s mother and Xingyu…”

Song Ye held his teacup, drinking earnestly.

Even Madam Song lowered her head to drink her tea seriously.

Gu Jiaheng pushed through with his explanation.

Now that the Gu and Jiang Families were bound by their shared interests, he had to deal with the matter whether he wanted to or not.