203: Chapter 202 Does she really like women?

Gu Qianqian's heart was in a state of turmoil! Although she felt that someone like Ma Jun deserved a lesson,

Shen Bingtong's violent method of directly crippling a wrist at the slightest disagreement still came as a huge shock to her, someone who had been immersed in business rules for years.

Was this the person Qin Feng had found?

It turned out that beyond business negotiations and legal clauses, there existed such a...

...more direct, more primitive, and more effective way of solving problems.

At this moment, she suddenly understood a bit why Qin Feng could, in such a short time,

go from having nothing to becoming a behemoth that could easily move billions in capital.

Because he never followed the rules of ordinary people; he only created them!

Shen Bingtong looked into Gu Qianqian's eyes, a hint of disdain flashing in her heart.

This woman was still too weak.

In her view, dealing with this kind of suicidal trash required beating him until he was terrified in one go,

beating him until he would give any woman a wide berth for the rest of his life. Merely stopping him was nothing more than soft-heartedness.

However, since the "employer" had spoken...

Shen Bingtong released her grip.

Ma Jun's body slid off the table, half-collapsed against the armrest of the chair. His right arm hung at his side at an unnatural angle, his shoulder bulging with a lump—it was dislocated.

Cold sweat covered his forehead, his slicked-back hair was disheveled and stuck to his face, and the Rolex watchband was digging into his wrist, leaving a red mark.

"You... you... you all..."

Ma Jun wanted to point at Shen Bingtong and curse, but after raising his left finger twice, he pulled it back.

Shen Bingtong retreated to the wall behind Gu Qianqian, crossing her arms over her chest again.

As if nothing had happened.

Zhou Hai swallowed hard, looked at the wet contract copies on the table, then at Shen Bingtong. His lips moved, but he swallowed the words that were at the tip of his tongue.

Qian Peng took out his phone under the table, his thumb swiping across the screen.

The wechat message sent to Zhou Hai had only four words.

"This bodyguard is way too aggressive."

The phone on Zhou Hai's lap vibrated, and he glanced down at the message.

He looked up at Qian Peng.

The two made eye contact for half a second, both seeing the same word in each other's eyes: Terrifying.

Chen Fang was the first to return to a professional state.

Adjusting her thin-framed glasses, she picked up the water-soaked contract copies from the table and shook off the droplets.

She wiped the table dry with a tissue and pulled her laptop closer to herself.

"President Gu," Chen Fang's voice was steady. "Regarding the third-party appraisal agency for fixed asset revaluation, I've scheduled ShineWing to come on-site tomorrow morning."

Gu Qianqian glanced at Chen Fang.

From beginning to end, this Finance Director was the person with the fastest reaction and the steadiest recovery in the room.

"Alright." Gu Qianqian picked up a tissue and wiped the water stains off her laptop.

Ma Jun used his left hand to push himself up from the chair, his right arm still hanging limp. His lips trembled; he wanted to say something but didn't dare.

"Go find a hospital," Gu Qianqian said without looking up.

"Send the HNA documents you've been handling to my email before the end of the day. Don't come in starting tomorrow; I'll have someone else handle the handover."

Ma Jun sprang from his chair, clutching his right shoulder with his left hand, and stumbled out of the conference room door.

The door slammed shut behind him.

The conference room was silent for three seconds.

Qian Peng was the first to speak, his voice a pitch higher than usual.

"Um... President Gu, I can have the solution for cross-shareholding ready by noon today. No need to wait until the end of the day."

Zhou Hai immediately added.

"As for Jinding Heavy Industry, I'll schedule a meeting with Old Man Zhou this afternoon."

Gu Qianqian picked up a pen and wrote "ShineWing / Tomorrow Morning" in her notebook, without lifting her head.

"Meeting adjourned."

The three of them stood up almost simultaneously. Qian Peng left the fastest, his folder tucked awkwardly under his arm.

Zhou Hai almost collided with Chen Fang at the door; they yielded to each other for a moment before both squeezing out.

The door closed.

Only Gu Qianqian and Shen Bingtong remained in the conference room.

Gu Qianqian closed her notebook and put down her pen.

She turned her head to look at Shen Bingtong, who was standing against the wall.

"In the future, tell me before you make a move."

Shen Bingtong tilted her head.

"If I told you, he would have run away."

Gu Qianqian's lip twitched.

"...Next time, at least give me a look."

"Fine."

The two looked at each other for a second.

Gu Qianqian was the first to look away, tidying the water-soaked documents on the table.

"You have a strong grip."

"It's alright."

"Is his shoulder dislocated?"

"People with loose joints dislocate easily." Shen Bingtong walked to the table and set the overturned water glass upright.

"It's not that I'm strong; it's that his bones are brittle."

Gu Qianqian stopped organizing the documents and looked up at her again.

"Have you... done this kind of thing before?"

Shen Bingtong finished setting the glass.

"Which kind?"

"Pinning someone to a table in a conference room."

"The conference room was a first."

Gu Qianqian didn't press further.

Shen Bingtong helped her pick up the soaked contract copies, folded them, and handed them over.

Their fingers touched briefly.

Gu Qianqian took the documents and calmly withdrew her hand.

Gu Qianqian once again remembered what Qin Feng had said: "I suspect her orientation might be a bit different from normal girls."

Gu Qianqian tightened her grip on the folder.

...

In the adjacent office area.

Qin Feng sat in a swivel chair, holding a teacup.

On his laptop screen,

the internal surveillance system of the Qinsheng Group was playing.

Qin Feng had switched to it the moment the first sound of a chair colliding came from the conference room.

He had seen the entire process.

The moment Ma Jun's hand touched Gu Qianqian's forearm, his fingers tightened around the teacup.

But Shen Bingtong was even faster than he had expected.

One step. Twist wrist. Press head. Pin to table.

From her positioning to the strike, the entire process took no more than 1.5 seconds.

There was no redundancy in the chain of movements; the force was precisely controlled—dislocated but without broken bones, creating maximum pain without causing permanent damage.

This wasn't the style of a street fight.

This was a sense of restraint that only someone who had undergone systematic training and had been polished through countless real battles would possess.

Qin Feng took a sip of tea, blowing on the tea leaves floating on the surface.

He zoomed in on the surveillance footage, watching as Shen Bingtong retreated to the wall and crossed her arms over her chest.

Qin Feng put down his teacup and murmured to the screen.

"Mm, definitely worth twenty thousand."

His phone vibrated on the desk.

The screen lit up.

A message from Chen Mo.

"The security company got back to us. There's a female bodyguard stationed in Singapore who can be transferred, but she won't arrive until next week."

"Also, I have news about that Chu Zhengyang you asked about. He has already arrived in Jinling."

Qin Feng stared at the last line.

He had arrived in Jinling.

Qin Feng placed his teacup on the desk and tapped out three words on the screen.

"Understood. No need for the bodyguard for now; I've found someone more suitable."

He looked up, glancing at Shen Bingtong on the surveillance screen as she helped Gu Qianqian tidy the table.

He naturally knew that Chu Zhengyang had arrived in Jinling; after all, the man had already taken the initiative to invite him to a dinner party.