89: Chapter 89 Zhang Mingde Arrested

Wang Yang's throat moved.

She sat on top of him, her soft body pressed against his, her warm breath washing over his face.

The collar of her loungewear loosened slightly during the movement, revealing her fair collarbone and the gentle curve of her chest.

Wang Yang swallowed hard.

His hand slid down from her waist, gently caressing her.

Zhao Yaqin's body trembled, but she didn't pull away; instead, she pressed closer, letting out a soft moan.

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed her neck.

Zhao Yaqin closed her eyes, clutching his clothes with both hands, her body trembling slightly.

Wang Yang's hand slipped inside her clothes, his fingertips touching her warm skin.

Zhao Yaqin shuddered all over, letting out a soft moan, and went limp in his arms.

Wang Yang scooped her up and strode towards the bedroom.

Zhao Yaqin wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest, her ears turning bright red.

【 Five thousand words omitted here, please use your imagination 】

The night outside the window deepened, and the city lights began to flicker on one by one.

Inside the room, the sounds continued for a long time.

...

Meanwhile.

In a high-end restaurant in Yuntian City, the lights were blazing.

In a private room, Zhang Mingde leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs, a smug smile on his face.

The table was covered with dishes: braised fish, grilled lamb chops, steamed king crab, and Buddha Jumps Over the Wall—the table was completely full.

The ashtray was stuffed with cigarette butts, and bottles of Maotai and Wuliangye were scattered about, knocked over.

The Bald Guy and the Yellow-Haired Guy sat beside him, also smiling, the three of them flushed and red-faced from drinking.

Zhang Mingde picked up his glass and gulped down some alcohol.

"Come on, drink! I'm happy tonight!"

The Bald Guy chuckled.

"Young Master Zhang, that brat is probably still squatting inside. By the time he gets out, the opportunity will be long gone. By then, won't that woman obediently follow Young Master Zhang?"

The Yellow-Haired Guy also laughed, picking up a lamb chop and putting it in his mouth.

"Right, right, right. By then, Young Master Zhang can play however he wants. That woman looks so exciting—that figure, that skin…"

"Oh yeah, Young Master Zhang, why don't you call her daughter over too? That would be even more satisfying. Hahahaha."

Zhang Mingde's mouth curled into a lecherous smile, and the image of Zhao Yaqin popped into his mind again.

She was sprawled on the sofa, her face flushed, her eyes watery, her clothes soaked with sweat and clinging to her body.

Those curves, the skin, and the unique charm of a mature woman…

Zhang Mingde swallowed hard and picked up his glass to gulp down more alcohol.

"What's the rush? Wait until that brat is completely finished, then we'll go deal with that woman. By then, I can play however I want. Her daughter won't be able to run either."

The three of them laughed together.

Zhang Mingde lit another cigarette and leaned back in his chair. Through the swirling smoke, his gaze was smug and arrogant.

"My uncle said he'd be locked up for at least twenty days. Twenty days—that's enough for him to suffer. By the time he gets out, it'll be too late for everything."

The Bald Guy gave a thumbs up.

"Young Master Zhang, your uncle is really something. Having been the Deputy Director at the Public Security Station for so many years, he's got real connections."

Zhang Mingde laughed.

Deputy Director Zhou Xiong was indeed good. He could handle most matters.

"Of course. My uncle is the boss on his own turf; whatever he says goes."

Just as he was feeling smug, the door to the private room was pushed open.

A young Waitress walked in carrying a dish.

She was wearing the restaurant uniform with her hair in a ponytail, looking delicate, pretty, and fair-skinned.

She looked to be in her early twenties, still with a bit of baby fat on her face.

Zhang Mingde's gaze landed on her, and his eyes lit up.

"Little sister, come here."

The Waitress froze for a moment, then walked over with the dish and placed the plate on the table.

Zhang Mingde pulled a stack of cash from his pocket and slapped it onto the table with a thwack, easily two or three thousand.

He leaned back in his chair, a playful smile on his lips.

"Have a drink with us brothers. This money will be yours."

The Waitress's expression changed, and she took a step back.

"Sir, I'm just a Waitress. I don't drink with customers."

Zhang Mingde's face darkened, and his eyes narrowed.

"What's with the innocent act?"

He grabbed the money from the table and threw it directly at the Waitress's face.

The banknotes scattered and fell all over the floor, with a few landing on the table and some at her feet.

The Waitress was so scared her face turned pale; she backed up several steps, almost bumping into the door.

The Bald Guy and the Yellow-Haired Guy laughed loudly on the side, slapping the table.

"Young Master Zhang, don't scare the little girl."

"Yeah, that's right, she's still young, her face has turned white from fear."

Zhang Mingde stood up and walked over to the Waitress, reaching out to pinch her chin and lift her face up.

He pressed his fingers hard, pinching her chin until it turned red.

"Little sister, do you know who I am? I run this street. Today, you're going to drink with us whether you want to or not."

Tears welled up in the Waitress's eyes, her lips trembling, unable to speak.

Her body was shaking; she wanted to dodge but couldn't escape.

Just then, the door to the private room was kicked open.

With a bang, the door slammed against the wall and bounced back.

Several Public Security officers in uniform rushed in, moving quickly and professionally.

"Nobody move!"

Zhang Mingde was stunned; he let go of her and turned his head.

"Who are you people? Do you know who I am?"

The lead officer looked at him, sneered, and pulled out his credentials to show him.

"Zhang Mingde, right? You are suspected of hiring thugs to cause injury, instigating others to commit perjury, and abusing power to collude with public officials. Come with us."

Zhang Mingde's expression changed, and he took a step back.

"You've made a mistake, right? My uncle is the Deputy Director of the Public Security Station, Deputy Director Zhou Xiong! You dare to touch me?"

The officer laughed and put his credentials away.

"Deputy Director Zhou Xiong? He has already been suspended and is currently being held inside. You're still counting on him?"

Zhang Mingde's mind went blank.

"Impossible! You're lying to me! My uncle has worked there for twenty years, who do you think you are?"

He suddenly pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling as he flipped through his contacts.

"I'm making a phone call! I'm calling my uncle!"

The officer snatched the phone and threw it onto the table.

The phone slid across the table, stopping only when it hit a plate.

"Don't waste your energy. Deputy Director Zhou Xiong can't save you."

Another officer took handcuffs from his waist and, with a click, cuffed Zhang Mingde's wrists.

The metal was cold against his skin.

Zhang Mingde was shaking all over, his face deathly pale, sweat streaming down his cheeks from his forehead.

"I… I'm calling my dad. Do you know who my dad is?"

The officer ignored him and dragged him outside.

The Bald Guy and the Yellow-Haired Guy were so scared their legs went weak. They stood up from their chairs, causing them to topple over and crash to the floor.

They wanted to run, but were pinned down by two officers and handcuffed as well.

"Why are you arresting me? I was just here for a meal!"

"Right, right, right, I didn't do anything! It has nothing to do with me! I just came to eat!"

The officer sneered.

"Whether it has anything to do with you or not, we'll talk about that when we get back."

The three of them were dragged out of the private room, and other guests in the hallway glanced over, whispering to each other.