Chapter 6836
Chen Ziyan is furious
The immense humiliation was like a sudden disaster, as tons of ice poured down in an instant, completely engulfing her from head to toe with overwhelming force.
The chill was icy and bone-chilling, spreading down her spine and reaching her heart, making her feel as if she were in an endless ice cellar.
Her body was burning with extreme anger, but at the same time, a strange, bone-chilling coldness swept through her. The two completely different sensations intertwined, causing her body to tremble violently and uncontrollably.
The expensive silk skirt rustled as her body trembled, as if it too were lamenting her humiliation.
She, Chen Ziyan, was the apple of the eye of the Chen family in the ancient city. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and enjoyed the adulation and flattery of everyone.
The sole heir to the Chen Group, this business empire, is of unparalleled prestige. Wherever she goes, she is the center of attention and a figure to be revered.
She was used to being high above others, used to being respected and revered; she had never suffered such a humiliating disgrace!
How could her dignity be so wantonly trampled on by someone who was nothing more than a "waitress who carries dishes" in her eyes, and her family's badge of honor and status be trampled underfoot?!
This is not only an insult to her personally, but also a provocation to the entire Chen family and a stain on the Chen family's century-old reputation!
"You bastard! Just you wait! I'll make you wish you were dead!"
She gritted her teeth, her lips turning white from the effort, each word seemingly forced out from between her teeth, accompanied by a heavy sob and an uncontrollable tremor.
The sound was sharp and shrill, like the desperate roar of a wounded beast.
She suddenly squatted down, her carefully styled hair falling apart in an instant, a few strands falling beside her cheeks, but she didn't care about that.
With an almost bone-deep disgust, she used her two fingertips, painted with expensive nail polish, to quickly, as if picking up something extremely filthy, pick up the dirty, tattered business card.
The Chen family emblem on the business card was blurred and indistinct, as if silently telling the story of the humiliation she had just suffered. Looking at it, the anger in her heart burned fiercely again.
She stood up abruptly, her body ramrod straight with anger, her eyes revealing a resolute and ruthless determination.
The stiletto heels of the high heels seemed to pierce through the carpet, striking the thick, soft carpet with a dull, rapid "thump-thump" sound.
The sound, one after another, was like a war drum beating in her heart, making her heart race and bringing her anger to its peak.
Like a hurricane carrying a destructive storm, she charged toward the service desk at the end of the corridor, filled with rage and murderous intent.
Her steps were hurried and disordered, each step seemingly requiring all her strength.
Only one thought was in her mind: to complain!
immediately!
immediately!
She wanted to make that arrogant, ignorant, and lowly servant pay the most terrible price.
She could almost see the scene of the waiter being ripped off his ridiculous uniform and thrown out of the Qujiang Clubhouse in a disheveled state; she could almost see him being pointed at and disgraced on the streets of the ancient city.
She wanted everyone to know that offending her, Chen Ziyan, and the Chen family would absolutely not end well!
However, just as she charged into the corner of the magnificent corridor, brimming with rage like an enraged lioness, a glimpse of her peripheral vision suddenly pierced her like a cold needle. The unexpected pain caused her pupils to contract sharply, as if time itself had frozen in that moment.
The figure who held an unshakeable position in her heart—Old Snake—was a force to be reckoned with in this ancient city, capable of shaking the underworld with a single stomp. Even her father, Chu Zhengxiong, had to respectfully address him as "Lord Snake."
He controlled half of the ancient city's underworld, had countless underlings, and was ruthless and decisive in his actions, making countless underworld figures tremble with fear.
Normally, the old snake always had a sinister and cold demeanor. His face was like a cold iron plate, which made people feel awe involuntarily.
But at that moment, Chen Ziyan saw the old snake running quickly from the VIP elevator hall on the other side of the corridor.
His steps were hurried and flustered, completely lacking his usual composure and domineering presence.
That face, which was usually gloomy and cold, and which made countless underworld figures tremble with fear, was now filled with a humble smile that Chen Ziyan had never seen before, almost fawning.
That smile, like a rare flower blooming in the dead of winter, seemed so abrupt and strange.
He bent his waist extremely low, almost at a ninety-degree angle, his whole body like a fully drawn bow, leading a middle-aged man in a dark Zhongshan suit with utmost respect, caution, and even a hint of fear, in a posture almost like a servant guiding the way.
This middle-aged man had a resolute and iron-like face, as if every wrinkle etched on his face by time contained endless stories and majesty.
His eyes were deep and sharp, like two sharp daggers, capable of easily seeing through a person's heart.
His aura was so powerful that it seemed to freeze the surrounding air, as if the place where he was located was an invisible domain that no one could easily violate.
The old snake led the middle-aged man quickly toward the very private room that the man she had just regarded as a "waiter" had entered!
Chen Ziyan's eyes widened as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets. She couldn't believe her eyes, yet everything before her was so real.
The profile of that middle-aged man… The moment Chen Ziyan saw it clearly, her heart sank, as if gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, and instantly stopped beating.
That brief silence, like the calm before a storm, made her breathe cautiously.
Immediately afterwards, her heart began to pound wildly and uncontrollably, the violent beating echoing in her ears, almost shattering her chest.
She felt as if her body was completely enveloped by a chill, a bone-chilling cold instantly shooting from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, her blood seemed to freeze in an instant, and even her thoughts became sluggish.
She stood there, stunned and terrified, completely unsure how to face this sudden turn of events.
She cherished a special scene deep in her memory.
It was a high-level summit held in the capital, which brought together dignitaries and business tycoons from all sides. Its influence was so great that even her father, Chu Zhengxiong, a prominent and influential figure in the ancient city, had to go to great lengths and use countless connections to finally obtain an invitation.
At that summit, the crowd was bustling with people, all of whom were elites from various fields.
She weaved through the crowd, and in a fleeting glance upwards, she caught a glimpse of that profile in the distance. (End of Chapter)