His handsome features were shrouded in an aloof aura, which, combined with his powerful presence, instilled a profound sense of trepidation in others.

Zhao Xiaoya clutched her cell phone tightly, her expression nervous as she rushed to explain, "I—I had it on silent, so I didn't hear it ringing."

"You know I hate it when I can't reach someone." Wang Junze's eyes narrowed, becoming as sharp as blades as he looked down at her.

Zhao Xiaoya hung her head, her hands fidgeting restlessly, not daring to make a single move.

Only then did Wang Junze withdraw his gaze, his tone softening slightly. "Don't let this happen again."

As the young master, vice-chairman, and general manager of the Wanguo Group in Lingjin City, Wang Junze's style was always swift and decisive—even overbearing and unreasonable. His domineering attitude extended to everyone without exception. It wasn't a conscious act; it was simply his nature.

He had been pursuing Zhao Xiaoya for three months, and their relationship had progressed to the point of being just one step away from becoming official. Today's incident, her call for help, should have been the final push to make everything fall into place.

But in the end… not only did things not work out, but Zhao Xiaoya's attitude toward him also seemed to have changed. She was no longer as dependent, even becoming distant.

This feeling made Wang Junze very uncomfortable, even furious.

Could it be that this woman, Zhao Xiaoya, wants to break free from my control? Just because my desire for control is too strong? No! I'm the best, how could I possibly make a mistake? I will have Zhao Xiaoya. She must be mine.

"Come with me," Wang Junze ordered after a moment of silence.

"HMPH!" Zhao Dejiang snorted heavily. "Who are you to order my granddaughter around in front of me?"

"Old Master Zhao, there's no need to get angry. Xiaoya will definitely be happy with me," Wang Junze said nonchalantly, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk, as if to say, *your granddaughter being with me is a blessing for the Zhao Family*. "If you continue to stand in our way, you're not just trying to break up a happy couple, you're also disrespecting Xiaoya. What about her happiness?"

Zhao Xiaoya said nothing. If this had happened before, she would have immediately jumped to Wang Junze's defense, but now… for some reason, the man who was once her boyfriend no longer seemed to carry the same weight in her heart. More than that, she now felt a deep revulsion for his forcefulness.

How could this be? Before today, Wang Junze was my perfect man.

Subconsciously, Zhao Xiaoya glanced up at Chen Yang.

This…

Her heart suddenly pounded in panic as she understood the source of the problem.

This seemingly insignificant action, however, was clearly seen by Wang Junze. In an instant, his already cold eyes became even more sinister. He turned his head slightly to stare directly at Chen Yang.

That afternoon, after receiving Zhao Xiaoya's distress call, he had been unable to get away due to other matters and had sent his men to handle it. According to them, an impressive person had come to the Zhao Family.

Could the formidable person they spoke of be this guy? Seeing them drinking so joyously just now, it must be him. Impressive? Hah…

Wang Junze dropped his cigarette butt and crushed it under the tip of his shoe without looking up. "I've always chosen to ignore trash," he said coldly. "But there are always some flies and pests who think too highly of themselves and insist on buzzing around, being an annoyance."

His words were pointed, their target obvious.

"Do you agree with what I'm saying?" Wang Junze lifted his head, looking down on Chen Yang with domineering arrogance.

The implication was obvious. In Wang Junze's eyes, Chen Yang was nothing more than a fly that survived on filth—unworthy of attention, yet insistent on buzzing annoyingly close.

Chen Yang slowly set down his wine glass and shook his head, feeling somewhat helpless.

I was just having a meal. Who did I manage to offend this time?

"Not talking? Then let me speak for you!" Wang Junze pulled his hand from his pocket, lit another cigarette, and said with narrowed eyes, "You're the trash I was talking about."

Zhao Xiaoya began to panic. She had never expected Wang Junze to drag Chen Yang into this and hurriedly tried to explain, "Junze, this has nothing to do with him."

"Shut up!" Wang Junze pointed at Zhao Xiaoya with the hand holding his cigarette, but his piercing, frigid gaze remained locked on Chen Yang. "What, scared? So scared you don't even have the courage to look at me?"

"Am I right?" Wang Junze pressed relentlessly. "Flies are flies. Why else would they be interested in rotten meat and filth? Isn't that right?"

Just as Wang Junze was about to continue, Yang Hu stabbed his chopsticks directly into Wang Junze's thigh. "You talk too much. Say one more word, I dare you."

Wang Junze collapsed onto the floor, both hands desperately clutching his thigh. His eyes were wide, his teeth clenched tightly. The pain contorted his face as he glared up at Yang Hu. "You… you're asking for death!"

"Since we're still drinking, let's have a little more," Chen Yang said, rapping his knuckles on the table.

Zhao Dejiang was startled, the heavy drunkenness in him instantly sobering by half.

The Governor… he still acts the same way.

He then quickly poured the wine and raised his cup.

Wang Junze: "..."

Who was he? The young executive of the Wanguo Group! Normally, everyone treated him with the utmost deference, yet today, he had been attacked. Not only that, but his assailants were now leisurely drinking. Were they completely ignoring him?

For a moment, the entire hall was silent enough to hear a pin drop. It took a long moment before the other patrons suddenly stood up and backed away, putting distance between themselves and the trouble.

Many recognized Wang Junze at a glance. Who didn't know that the young executive of the Wanguo Group was an extreme male chauvinist who was domineering and cared immensely about his pride? Throughout all of Qiyun Road, he was considered a prominent figure.

Yet here, someone had dared to lay hands on him?

"You dare lay a hand on me, you worthless fly? Do you even know who I am?" Wang Junze struggled to his feet, clutching his bleeding thigh, his face a mask of fury.

"If I were you, I'd already be calling my family," Yang Hu said with a grin.

In truth, Wang Junze didn't need to make the call himself. Some of the guests who were acquainted with the Wang Family had already sent out calls for help. This small incident alone was a testament to the Wang Family's influence on Qiyun Road.

"See that?" Wang Junze gestured around the room. "This is the influence of the Wang Family. Just wait for your death, all of you! And that includes the Zhao Family!"

BANG.

Yang Hu grabbed his head and slammed it hard against a nearby table. "Why must you keep barking like a dog? Can't you just wait quietly?"

Wang Junze: "..."

Everyone: "..."

"..."

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