C105 Do You Have the Means to Afford Such a Villa??

Several burly bodyguards approached, intent on dragging Sunn Heng and his wife away.

"Don't, don't drag me away! I won't go up!" Sunn Heng was petrified, rolling on the ground, adamantly refusing to stand.

What kind of ruthless thug was Qin Fugui? What if he decided to kill him on the spot?

"Sunn Heng, are you saying you're not going to repay the 100 million?" Qin Fugui asked with a frosty tone, rolling up his sleeves.

"I will pay! I'll give you the 100 million!" Sunn Heng blurted out quickly, covering his face, terrified of another blow from Qin Fugui.

"But, you've got to let me go back to raise the funds. Where am I supposed to find that much cash on hand? I need time to gather the money," Sunn Heng pleaded anxiously, his gaze flitting between Jiang Qi and Qin Fugui with palpable dread.

All Sunn Heng wanted was to escape the Qinyun Entertainment Center as quickly as possible. He couldn't bear another second there, humiliated in front of so many onlookers. Moreover, his life felt in peril with every moment he remained.

Who did Jiang Qi think he was? Sunn Heng had crossed him numerous times, and Jiang Qi probably wanted him dead. Could he possibly survive if he fell into Jiang Qi's hands?

"Let you go back? Ha, are you making a joke?" Jiang Qi said, fixing Sunn Heng with an icy glare.

"Here's an idea: my wife can stay here as your hostage!" Sunn Heng suddenly proposed, desperate, "Boss Qin, Director Chiang, that should work, right? I'll go back, get the money, and guarantee delivery!"

"Ah! Sunn Heng, what are you saying? You're going to leave me here by myself? Are you even a man?" Zhang Zining exclaimed, her face stricken with terror. She couldn't believe Sunn Heng would consider abandoning her at the Qinyun Entertainment Center. Could any real man suggest such a thing?

"Tsk tsk! Sunn Heng is truly formidable, stooping to such shameless depths, expecting a woman to clean up his mess."

"I'm enlightened. I had thought the Young Master of the Sunn Family was formidable, but this man, it's no surprise Boss Qin called him a toothpick. It turns out he was right; he truly lacks courage. Haha!"

"I think he's planning to leave his wife here as collateral for his debts," Sunn Heng blurted out, causing an uproar among the onlookers who then burst into laughter, openly mocking him.

"Sunn Heng, you really have some nerve," Qin Fugui remarked with a tinge of sarcasm. "Why not send your wife back to fetch the money to settle your debts? Why are you sticking around? What are you so afraid of?"

Sunn Heng was terrified, fearing that if he went upstairs, Jiang Qi would stab him to death.

At this point, he had lost all face and dignity. To him, avoiding harm was all that mattered; his personal pride was the least of his concerns. Once he was back with the Sunn Family, he'd be in his element again. As for Zhang Zining, even if she were violated, he'd simply divorce her upon his return and find a new wife.

With a forced smile, Sunn Heng pleaded, "Director Chiang, Boss Qin, my wife isn't capable of raising a hundred million yuan. You'll have to let me go back to the Sunn Family. Is that acceptable?"

Jiang Qi let out a cold laugh. Scanning the room for Director Lin to seek guidance, he noticed Lin had already left the hall. Checking his phone, Jiang Qi read the message from Director Lin: "I've got other matters to attend to. Handle the next steps as you see fit."

"Director Chiang, what do you say?" Sunn Heng asked, still smiling subserviently. The recent thrashing had shattered any semblance of backbone he had left, reducing him to a groveling state.

"You're a spineless cur; I have no respect for you! You expect a woman to cover for your failures?" Jiang Qi scoffed before charging at Sunn Heng and knocking him to the ground with a swift kick. "Without the Sunn Family, you're nothing but a worthless mongrel, you get that?"

With venom lurking in his eyes but a placating smile on his face, Sunn Heng slowly got to his feet and said, "Director Chiang is right, I'm nothing but a cur. Rest assured, I'll resolve this issue and send the funds as soon as I return to the Sunn Family."

Jiang Qi squinted his eyes, scrutinizing Sunn Heng. He understood him all too well—a sly viper, his character evident from the despicable tactics he employed. Sunn Heng lacked any semblance of personal dignity. Releasing him back to the Sunn Family would undoubtedly invite retaliation.

Yet, with Director Lin's support, Jiang Qi had no fear of the Sunn Family. His plan was to ruin them, to strip Sunn Heng of everything and torment him slowly. To let Sunn Heng die? That would be letting him off too easily.

"Fine," Jiang Qi said, his tone laced with mockery. "Your wife stays, and you bring the money to pay off your debts. Now, get out—and I mean get out!"

"Alright, alright, Director Chiang, I'm leaving," Sunn Heng said, nodding submissively.

"Sunn Heng! What are you doing? You're leaving me here? Aren't you worried they'll make a fool of you?" Zhang Zining exclaimed, terror etched on her face. She hadn't expected Sunn Heng, who always professed to adore her, to be so utterly shameless and vile when it truly mattered.

With a sharp slap, Sunn Heng struck Zhang Zining across the face. "Shut your mouth, whore. Is it your place to speak when men are talking? Just stay here and have tea with Director Chiang and Boss Qin!"

Zhang Zining clutched her cheek, her complexion ashen, her body limp. She couldn't fathom why she had ever married such a man.

With that, Sunn Heng, grinning obsequiously, rolled his way out of the grand hall of the Qinyun Entertainment Center.

The onlookers were agape, frantically recording the spectacle. It was quite the drama unfolding in Qingyun City tonight—the Sunn Family had truly outdone themselves.

Zhang Zining collapsed on the floor, her hair a mess, tears streaming down her face, the very picture of misery.

"Don't bother playing the victim here, you harlot! You're getting what you deserve! Didn't you marry Sunn Heng for the Sunn Family's wealth in the first place?" Jiang Qi sneered. "You chased after the money yourself. What kind of marital affection were you expecting? Ridiculous!"

After finishing his statement, Jiang Qi leisurely walked into the elevator with his hands clasped behind his back.

Qin Fugui gestured, and several security guards lifted Zhang Zining to her feet and escorted her to the fourth-floor restaurant for some tea.

...

Elsewhere.

Lin Yin, having observed the spectacle, had already departed from the Qinyun Entertainment Center and was seated in the back of Shen San's Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Shen San, behind the wheel, had driven up to Snow Dragon Villa.

Upon reaching the villa's entrance, Shen San got out and expertly opened the rear car door. Lin Yin stepped out with a measured pace.

A short distance away stood a striking woman in a snow-white dress, her demeanor one of pure elegance. She watched him with a look of surprise.

"You can head back now," Lin Yin said evenly.

"Understood!" Shen San returned to the driver's seat and drove off.

"Qimo, you got here quickly, didn't you?" Lin Yin greeted her with a smile.

Lin Yin had phoned his wife earlier to arrange a meeting at Snow Dragon Villa and was pleasantly surprised by Qimo's swift arrival.

"Lin Yin, was that person your friend?" Zhang Qimo inquired, "And why did you ask me to come to Snow Dragon Villa?"

She was puzzled by the sudden invitation to meet at Snow Dragon Villa, speculating whether Lin Yin had landed some major client and needed her, the Vice Chairman, to handle the business discussion.

"Yes, he's a friend of mine," Lin Yin confirmed with a slight nod.

"Come on, Qimo, let's go inside and look at the house. We can pick out a bedroom you'll love," Lin Yin suggested with a smile.

"What? House hunting?" Zhang Qimo was taken aback and gave Lin Yin a playful glare. "Stop teasing me like that! If you keep this up, I'm going to ignore you."

Lin Yin chuckled and approached Zhang Qimo, who was clearly still feeling a mix of jealousy and annoyance.

"Oh? Isn't this Vice Chairman Zhang?"

Just then, a blue Porsche 911 pulled up, and a flamboyantly dressed young woman stepped out, followed by a man in a suit who exuded a refined air.

Lin Yin's brow furrowed slightly; he recognized the woman as someone familiar. She was Wang Ziwen's sycophantic follower he had encountered at Mingbao House, known for her sharp tongue. Her name, if he recalled correctly, was Wu Chuyu.

"What's the matter? Zhang Qimo, you and this loser think you can just waltz into an upscale place like Snow Dragon Villa?" Wu Chuyu said, her face twisted with contempt as she scoffed.

"Do you really think you can afford a villa like this?"