Chapter 206: You're Too Despicable
Cai Yu pulled out his phone, ignoring the three women's curses and the trash they kept throwing at him. He just squatted there motionless. There was nothing he could do—his stomach felt like a collapsing dam, the flood just wouldn't stop. Even if he wanted to save face, his gut couldn't take it.
Now he understood. That damn orange juice definitely had something in it. That bitch Gao Qi must've bribed the waiter to spike it with some super laxative. Just one sip—only one—and now he couldn't stop shitting. And it had to be right in front of three women, with his pants still on, damn it.
Even while the diarrhea poured out—no, straight up exploded in his pants—he still pulled out his phone to dial a number.
"Psycho! Freak!" the chubby woman yelled, pulling out her phone to record.
Cai Yu remained calm. No one in this hotel was getting out today. Anyone who saw him like this—dead. All of them.
Ew! Sanitary pads? Ew! Toilet paper? The three women even grabbed the trash can next to the toilet and dumped it over his head.
Cai Yu went numb, still dialing, until the call finally went through.
"A-Mu!"
"Hello~!" a cheerful female voice came from the receiver.
Cai Yu shook his phone hard. Did he mishear? Or had the women's trash damaged his phone? Was he hallucinating?
"Hey, A-Mu…" Cai Yu pushed aside a bloody something—almost puking. "You bastard, this is not the time for jokes. Drop the woman act or I'll skin you alive."
"Oh? Still thinking about your buddy? Your little A-Mu is having a good time outside right now."
Cai Yu froze. Even an idiot could tell—his subordinate had been caught.
Fuck! A chill ran down his spine. Was this a trap within a trap? The men he stationed in the restaurant…
Shit. He shoved the phone into his pocket without another word.
He kicked the chubby woman hard. She fell down crying, but he didn't care.
He tried to run, but the woman clung to his pant leg while the other two screamed at the top of their lungs, "Catch the pervert! Catch the pervert!"
Cai Yu panicked. All he wanted now was to escape. Ignoring the shit dripping down his pants, he lifted his heavy legs and swung his fists.
In a few blows, he knocked the women down and dashed out of the restroom—but right as he reached the door, he was blinded by flashing white light.
He blinked and saw a wall of cameras and microphones aimed right at him.
Fuck!
Cai Yu instinctively covered his face. Gao Qi—no, it had to be that damn Zhang Yang. Too despicable! Once he got out of this alive…
He'd make sure no one in that villa survived.
"Hello, Young Master Cai, we heard you're a board member of Yongxing Fund and came to Meining City for a project inspection, right? Your female companion said you're planning to open a sauna city and a bar in Meining? Isn't Yongxing Group mainly focused on industry, energy, and heavy finance? Why suddenly invest in entertainment?"
"Young Master Cai, two women are crying that you maliciously infected them with syphilis. Is that true?"
"Young Master Cai, why did you come out of the women's restroom smelling like shit?"
Cai Yu stared blankly at the swarm of reporters. Syphilis? Sauna city? Bar? Screw all that! Couldn't they see Zhang Yang was framing him?
"Get lost! All of you, fuck off!" Cai Yu snapped. With so many people around, no way could he fight them all. His only weapon now was his stinking body.
"Come on then! Fucking come on! I'll gas you all to death!" Cai Yu staggered forward, still leaking diarrhea, but his plan worked.
The reporters, especially the delicate female anchors, all clutched their noses and backed away in horror.
"What the hell, where'd this lunatic come from?" Some waiters from the restaurant rushed out, poking him with long bamboo poles to drive him back.
"Damn it!" Cai Yu was losing it. He kept scanning the crowd for his men—but no one. Not a single one of his people was there.
"Zhang Yang! I, Cai Yu, will never forgive you!" he roared at the ceiling—just as his ass let out another wet splat.
His entire backside was soaked and stinking, heavy enough to slow his steps.
Worse, he couldn't leave. Surrounded, humiliated, cameras flashing—like a filthy dog being gawked at.
He wished he could faint and end this nightmare. Better unconscious than this level of shame.
"Get out! Get out! Get the fuck out!" Cai Yu raged, storming back into the restroom. Grabbing a basket of trash, he screamed, "Get out!"
The reporters finally panicked. They'd gotten enough footage and scattered, terrified he might actually throw something disgusting at them.
Seeing them flee, Cai Yu stopped caring about dignity. He needed a shower—no, he needed to find those bastards now. In this state, no taxi would ever take him.
He pulled out his phone, disgusted, and found a number. Just as he was about to call—
A familiar voice spoke. "What's wrong, Young Master Cai? Need a hand?"
It was Gao Qi. Cai Yu froze, his hair standing on end, then yelled, "Gao Qi, you bitch! I'll kill you!"
"Oh really?" Gao Qi appeared around the corner, cotton stuffed in her nostrils, smiling. Beside her stood someone familiar—Zhang Yang. Behind them were four or five burly men in black with forks, and a pretty young waitress. Wait—she was the one who'd served his orange juice.
So they were all in on it. No wonder the diarrhea was that bad. He was furious, almost to the point of vomiting blood. He was used to being the one setting traps—now he'd been destroyed instead. But he also knew—revenge would have to wait.
Because seeing Zhang Yang again, Cai Yu shrank. He'd been beaten by him before. He knew he wasn't a match.
But in this state, he strangely calmed down. He was humiliated enough to want to die—so what was a little more shame?
"Zhang Yang, what did you do to my men?" Cai Yu had placed over a dozen guys in the restaurant earlier. He thought even if Zhang Yang showed up, he could still escape. But now, not a single sign of them. Even if they lost, he should've at least heard something. His stomach still wasn't done, either—he figured he might as well finish shitting right here and gas them all.
"They tried to skip the bill. We handed them over to the police."
"Bullshit! How could they—how could they dine and dash?"
"Ask the cops yourself. The moment someone shouted 'Young Master Cai's being attacked on the fifth floor,' they all bolted upstairs without paying."
"Fuck your mother!" Cai Yu finally understood. Those idiots must've all been caught in one sweep.
"So you set me up from the start?" Cai Yu glanced at his phone. He'd secretly dialed a number, but no one had picked up.
"That's right. Didn't expect such guts from you, black crow. You even dared to hit on Brother Yang's woman. Sure, I'm beautiful and plenty of men chase me—but a guy like you? Not a chance." Big-titted Gao Qi leaned on Zhang Yang like a delicate bird, waving her hand in front of her nose with a disgusted look. Cai Yu, seething, shut his eyes and asked, "Even if you trapped me, why would Haitiang Pavilion cooperate with you?"
"Simple. The boss is one of ours." Zhang Yang looked at him, pushed the cotton ball deeper into Gao Qi's nose, and said pleasantly. He wasn't lying—Haitiang Pavilion was actually a subsidiary of Lanchen Group's Fengxing Hotel Management division.
Cai Yu's heart sank with frustration and helplessness. No wonder. When shit luck hits, it hits hard. Of all places, he had to walk right into his enemy's den.
"Zhang Yang, don't get too cocky. I'll take this one." Cai Yu could feel the diarrhea finally easing, though his stomach was hollow and weak. He just wanted to lie down and sleep.
He lifted his wrist, looked at his watch, and said coldly, "But remember—who laughs last isn't decided yet."
"Oh? What do you mean?" Zhang Yang frowned.
"You think I went through all this trouble inviting Gao Qi just to flirt with her?" Cai Yu shifted awkwardly; now that the adrenaline had faded, the wet, sticky feeling in his pants was unbearable. "No. I brought her here just to make sure you'd show up. I know you treat women like treasure, so as long as you're breathing, you'd rush over here."
"Right now, I've got two teams—one waiting at Meining University's front gate. Once Yang Fei shows up, she's mine."
"And the other team's at your damn villa. In ten minutes, they'll storm the place. I wanna see what you're hiding in there."
"Tell me, Zhang Yang—what will you choose? Your villa, or Yang Fei?"