Drink it all in one go!?

This is 52-degree Maotai liquor!

Even robust men from the north would probably feel dizzy and disoriented after downing four ounces of 52-degree Maotai in one gulp, let alone Song Ningran, a girl who never touched a drop of alcohol.

If she were to drink this in one go, she'd probably faint on the spot. This Zhao Zhongjian clearly had ill intentions! Anyone with eyes could see it!

Yet, no one stopped him. Everyone at the table, except for Song Ningran, was a man, and they all watched her with smirks. They were all waiting for a spectacle, perhaps even anticipating Song Ningran getting drunk and collapsing so they could do as they pleased.

"Miss Song, Director Zhao is actually showing you special consideration," one of the museum leaders at the table said with a smile. "You see, no one else has had this opportunity. He chose you to drink with him; this is your chance, you should seize it."

"That's right," another museum leader nodded repeatedly, smiling as he said, "Miss Song, Mr. Charles is in Tianhai for an important collaboration with us. If you can make him happy, the future benefits will far exceed your imagination."

"Miss Song, I hope... you... can... understand... that I... and your China... have... a very deep... collaboration," Jonson Charles said with a smile. "I hope... you... can... cooperate."

"What does your collaboration have to do with me?" Song Ningran's expression had turned cold. Since they were being completely unreasonable, she didn't feel the need to debase herself to appease them.

It's no big deal to repeat senior high school and apply to other universities!

Hearing this, Zhao Zhongjian's face darkened completely. The smiles on the faces of the others at the table stiffened, and their gazes towards Song Ningran became hostile.

"Miss Song, I advise you to think carefully," Zhao Zhongjian said gravely. "If you drink this wine now, I'll pretend your earlier words were never spoken. And if you serve Mr. Charles well, there will be a reward for you!"

"You know Director Zhao's temperament, Miss Song," one of the leaders at the table said with a smile, attempting to persuade her. "You're an adult; we all understand these things. It's just a bit of fun, nothing serious."

"Heh heh, that's right. Miss Song, you're a sophomore already. Surely you're not still a virgin, are you?" another leader, who was somewhat bald, said, leering at Song Ningran. "If that's the case, it's perfect. Mr. Charles will definitely like that."

"Yes... yes," Jonson Charles nodded, his gaze fixated on Song Ningran with infatuation. "Miss Song, if... if you are a virgin, I... I will cherish you... and give you... one hundred thousand British Pounds for your first night. Come on, finish your drink."

"You! You!" Song Ningran, trembling with anger, stood up abruptly. She looked at everyone present with utter disbelief and said, "Beasts! You are all beasts in human clothing! I'm leaving. I won't accompany you!"

"Hey, hey, Miss Song, you can't just leave!" A middle-aged man immediately blocked her path, eyeing Song Ningran with ill intent. "If you take one more step, don't blame your Brother Liu here for grabbing you! Hahaha!"

"Miss Song, stop pretending. I know you must be tempted. That's a hundred thousand British Pounds, equivalent to several hundred thousand Renminbi!" Zhao Zhongjian said impatiently. "Mr. Charles is an English nobleman and very much a gentleman. That's why he's offering you so much."

"Exactly! Anywhere else, even if you are a virgin, no one would offer such a high price," a middle-aged leader said with a faint smile. "Hurry up and agree. Go and suck up to Mr. Charles. Don't make trouble for yourself!"

"Song Ningran! I'm giving you one last chance," Zhao Zhongjian said, his gaze fixed on her. "Go back immediately, drink the wine, and then take good care of Mr. Charles. Otherwise, by tomorrow, you will receive an expulsion notice from Donghua Normal University!"

"You!" Song Ningran's eyes widened with rage. Her finger trembled as she pointed at Zhao Zhongjian, and she gritted her teeth. "In your dreams! Move! Tell your people to move!"

"Fuck! Such an ungrateful bitch!" Zhao Zhongjian cursed and then roared, "Secretary Lin! Come here! Teach her a good lesson!"

The moment he finished speaking, a woman in her thirties, wearing heavy makeup, with striking features, a voluptuous figure, and dressed in a uniform, walked over. Without a word, she slapped Song Ningran hard across the face!

SLAP!

The slap was incredibly forceful. Song Ningran, being just an ordinary university student with no real strength, was sent sprawling to the floor by it. Her right cheek was already flaming red, clearly showing the imprint of a hand.

"You little bitch, how dare you disobey Director Zhao? Have you got a death wish?" the female secretary shrieked, striking Song Ningran again, this time on her left cheek. "Scream! Why don't you scream in pain?! Scream for me!"

But Song Ningran still clenched her jaw tightly, refusing to utter a sound of pain. In her eyes, crying out meant losing—losing to these beasts.

"Hmph!" Song Ningran exhaled sharply, glaring at the female secretary, Zhao Zhongjian, and the others. She said in a low, firm voice, "You are all digging your own graves. Just wait until Qin Heng arrives! You will all die!"

She was truly enraged, pushed beyond her limits!

Just now, taking advantage of having fallen, Song Ningran had sent a pre-written WeChat message using a shortcut key.

Qin Heng will be here very soon!

"Qin Heng! Who the hell is Qin Heng?" Zhao Zhongjian strode over and looked down at Song Ningran, who was slumped on the floor. "Little girl, are you still hoping your boyfriend will come to save you? You're dreaming! Let me tell you, here, not even the Jade Emperor himself could save you! Secretary Lin, strip this little bitch's clothes off her! Throw her into Mr. Charles's presidential suite!"

"Yes, Director!" Secretary Lin nodded and was about to make a move.

"Truly... truly... thank you so much, Director Zhao!" Jonson Charles nodded repeatedly, feeling his blood boil with anticipation. He grinned and said, "This girl... she's truly... so, so beautiful. I... I really, desperately want... to have my way with her!"

"Hahaha! It's human nature to desire such pleasures, I understand, I understand!" Zhao Zhongjian roared with laughter. "But, Mr. Charles, I had a hand in this, after all. So, after you've had your fun with her, you have to let me have a taste. I've been eyeing her for a long time!"

"Heh heh, Director, don't forget about us!" Several other museum leaders chimed in with lewd smiles. "This girl caught our eye the first day she came to the museum. She's so damn beautiful, and her figure is smoking hot!"

"You... what are you going to do?!" Song Ningran cried, scrambling backward as she stared at Secretary Lin in terror. "Don't come over! Don't come near me! When Qin Heng arrives, you will all die!"

"That Qin Heng is just a piece of trash; he can't save you!" Secretary Lin scoffed. "Before our Director Zhao, everyone is useless! That Qin Heng, or whatever his name is, is useless too!"

"Stop!"

At that very moment, a stern shout suddenly rang out!

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