After Being Betrayed I Married the Glamorous CEO-Chapter 137, Misspeak One Word, and I Will Kill You!

Chapter 137: Chapter 137, Misspeak One Word, and I Will Kill You!

"I... I..." At this moment, Hong Tianzhao was like a buffoon on stage, unsure whether to stay or go. His face alternated between pale and ashen, and he was silent for a long time. When he tried to speak, he found his throat seemed to be physically blocked by something.

It was humiliating. He was utterly mortified.

Being publicly humiliated wasn’t the worst part. The worst was being exposed in front of everyone just a moment after smugly boasting about oneself.

The people present, considering the gravity of the situation and the involvement of Hong Tianzhao—a magnate who was untouchable in their eyes—dared not look at his expression.

But Hong Tianzhao felt extremely uncomfortable, as if the eyes of the entire world were focused on him.

Of course, Hong Danggui’s composure shattered just as completely as Hong Tianzhao’s. She had thought that with her Third Uncle personally stepping in, supported by bigwigs from the Capital City like Xu Tai and Chen Lie, Shen Fanyun’s doom was sealed.

But now?

Xu Tai and Chen Lie knelt obediently on the ground, not daring to rise without permission.

Hong Tianzhao’s face was ashen, his wits having deserted him.

As the seconds ticked by, the so-called most brilliant descendant of the Hong Family suddenly dropped to his knees before Shen Fanyun with a thud.

"I’m sorry. I fabricated the facts. Please forgive me."

"I hope you will show mercy, considering my Hong Family has been law-abiding in Hangcheng City for many years."

Hong Tianzhao’s tone was unprecedentedly humble and meek. He was helpless, completely outmatched.

Never mind who Shen Fanyun actually was; the mere connection to Shen Junhuan, the Nine-patterned Dragon, was enough to land Hong Tianzhao in deep trouble. If he didn’t sincerely apologize and make amends, and this matter eventually reached Shen Junhuan himself, then not even one hundred and twenty heads would be enough to save him.

To say he couldn’t show his face in the Capital City anymore would be an understatement.

"Admitting you were wrong?" Shen Fanyun feigned surprise, then smiled. "Oh, so you don’t actually know Shen Junhuan. I was wondering when the Nine-patterned Dragon got such a low-class, bullying friend."

Hong Tianzhao was speechless.

This is the most humiliating day of my life.

"Your Excellency, please be magnanimous. We... the Hong Family knows its mistake," Hong Tianzhao knelt obediently before Shen Fanyun, the very picture of repentance.

The crowd was in a daze. When had the Hong Family fallen to such a miserable state? In their heyday, the Hong Family was the local hegemon, so powerful that no one would dare utter a complaint even if they strutted sideways down the street. Now, the most promising and capable descendant of the family was kneeling on the ground, frantically apologizing.

Indeed, the tables had turned. The wheel of fortune is always spinning.

"I’m... I’m sorry." Sensing that things were going badly, Hong Danggui no longer dared to remain standing. She meekly and obediently knelt.

"Oh?" Shen Fanyun raised an eyebrow. "So formal, Miss Hong?"

"I’m a little flattered, but I don’t think I can bear such an honor."

"After all, not long ago, the great Miss Hong was so confident that you were going to take me as your servant, claiming that following you would bring me, Shen Fanyun, prestige. Tsk, tsk."

Hong Danggui was speechless. The crowd was stunned into silence.

Even Hong Tianzhao found it incredible. Just how arrogant and conceited was Hong Danggui to dare try and enslave a man who could send Xu Tai and Chen Lie flying with a single slap? No wonder she hated Shen Fanyun so much; so this was the reason. And no wonder the Hong Family, which had been doing just fine, was targeted. It turned out they had been the ones actively provoking him from the very beginning.

"From this day forward, I will no longer bother you. This is my promise!" Hong Danggui declared, attempting to sue for peace.

Shen Fanyun’s expression suddenly turned icy. "Who do you think you are? Do you think you’re qualified to make promises to me?"

"What, is your promise supposed to be something I should value and celebrate?"

At these words, Hong Danggui’s expression froze. She tried to force a smile, but the result was a pathetic, comical grimace. She had turned herself into a complete and utter buffoon.

"How long has the Picking Flowers Pavilion existed? What is its purpose?" Shen Fanyun returned to the matter at hand.

Both Hong Tianzhao and Hong Danggui drew a sharp breath. Matters like this could usually be glossed over. With the right connections, the people in charge would turn a blind eye.

But now... with an unfathomably powerful figure like Shen Fanyun involved, Hong Danggui felt an unprecedented amount of pressure. She didn’t know how to explain the purpose of the Picking Flowers Pavilion. After all, everyone in Hangcheng City knew what kind of place it was; it became even more infamous after a death occurred there years ago.

"Mr. Shen..." Hong Tianzhao started to speak.

Shen Fanyun cut him off. "Let your niece explain."

"And let me add one more thing. If you dare tell a single lie, the Hong Family had better start preparing your funeral."

Hong Danggui was speechless.

At this moment, she was finally, truly afraid. She knelt on the ground in a panic, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her lips were pale, her fingers clenched tightly, and her breathing grew strained and ragged, as if she were suffocating.

"The Picking Flowers Pavilion is a service-oriented club. As you know, my Hong Family often entertains many retainers. To facilitate hosting them, I opened this high-end club under my personal name," Hong Danggui explained, mustering her courage.

Shen Fanyun hummed and nodded. "Continue."

"Over the years, the Picking Flowers Pavilion has always operated on legal principles and has hired service staff at salaries several times higher than the market rate..."

BAM!

Shen Fanyun suddenly raised his hand, the motion like swatting an annoying fly. The next second, Hong Danggui, who was kneeling before him, was sent flying several meters.

The onlookers’ eyes widened, and they gasped in shock.

"Cough, cough." Fortunately, Shen Fanyun had held back. Hong Danggui had only suffered minor external injuries, but she looked disheveled and covered in dust.

"Get back here," Shen Fanyun said as he calmly lit a cigarette.

Kneeling several meters away, Hong Danggui felt a suffocating anger in her chest, along with a bone-deep hatred for Shen Fanyun.

Thirty years on the east bank, thirty years on the west—the tables always turn. I will never forget today’s humiliation. One day, I will make Shen Fanyun pay a terrible price!

"I..." Hong Danggui collected herself. No matter what, she knew there was no escaping today’s disaster. As the saying goes, a wise person knows when to yield and when to stand firm. Though a woman, she understood this principle well.

"I’m giving you one more chance. Rephrase your answer," Shen Fanyun warned. Hong Danggui gritted her teeth, knowing exactly why Shen Fanyun had suddenly struck her.

After all, to use the word "legal" in connection with the Picking Flowers Pavilion was utterly ridiculous.