Volume One, Chapter Five: Persistent Pestering? You Dare?

The onlooking guests glanced at the truckload of goods outside the hotel entrance, then their eyes shifted to Chu Ge, whispering quietly among themselves, all entertained by the unfolding spectacle.

This was exactly what Chu Ge had anticipated, and he remained calm, prepared to use his financial power to resolve the situation.

“Chu Ge?”

Suddenly, a voice of surprise rang out.

A couple stepped down from the Bentley parked at the entrance.

The woman among them called out Chu Ge’s name.

All eyes turned toward her.

She was exceptionally beautiful, with a delicate face adorned with exquisite makeup, long legs wrapped in black stockings, and a figure that was undeniably stunning.

Compared to her, the man with his arm around her was far more ordinary.

He was even half a head shorter than the woman, his features crooked and uneven, though he wore a watch worth millions.

“Oh, so this is Chu Ge, that desperate admirer who chased after you? You never said he was just a poor student—how could he afford to stay at the Imperial Hotel?”

Tang Song heard Zhao Xuan call Chu Ge’s name and asked curiously.

Chu Ge’s brow furrowed slightly.

Zhao Xuan was his high school classmate and a notorious social butterfly.

She often spread rumors within their circle about who was pursuing her, who wrote her love letters, and who was obsessively clinging to her.

Chu Ge sat next to Zhao Xuan in class, but that was the extent of their acquaintance—they barely exchanged more than nods.

Yet Zhao Xuan, desperate for attention, had made Chu Ge one of her unfortunate targets.

He had refuted the rumors more than once, to no avail.

Other classmates only cared about gossip, not the truth.

This was an era where spreading falsehoods came at little cost.

“Master Tang!”

The hotel manager spotted Tang Song and hurried over to report the situation.

Tang Song was the eldest son of the Tang Corporation.

The Imperial Hotel was one of the Tang Group’s properties.

Now was the perfect time to curry favor.

As an employee, flattering Tang Song might lead to promotion and pay raises.

After speaking, the manager sneered exaggeratedly: “At first, I thought this guy came here to cause trouble on purpose. Now I realize he’s here to get back at Master Tang because Master Tang stole his goddess. What audacity.”

Upon hearing this, the guests looked at Chu Ge with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.

The young man’s goddess was snatched by a wealthy second-generation heir, and in anger, he sought revenge.

A television drama plot come alive.

Zhao Xuan clung to Tang Song’s arm, pressing half her body against him, and said with disdain, “Chu Ge, how many times do I have to tell you, there’s no chance between us. Please stop pestering me, okay?”

Pestering? She must be joking.

Chu Ge was momentarily stunned, then glanced at Zhao Xuan with contempt.

This woman was still using him to gain emotional leverage.

Growing impatient, he said, “I have no interest in your nonsense. Don’t block my way.”

At that moment, a front desk attendant rushed over to speak up for Chu Ge: “Master Tang, this guest has booked the presidential suite for ten days and is staying right next to you.”

“Chu Ge, you’re disgusting!” Zhao Xuan’s fair face flushed bright red.

Chu Ge was staying next door.

If any noise came from them at night and Chu Ge overheard it, how would she face anyone afterward?

Smack!

The hotel manager slapped the front desk attendant hard across the face, then scolded loudly.

“Not a shred of awareness. He’s got less than two hundred bucks on him, yet booked the presidential suite for ten days? Do you think that’s possible?”

“This guy is obviously here to annoy Master Tang. Luckily, I caught it in time. If anything went wrong, could you take responsibility?”

The front desk attendant covered her reddened cheek, speechless under the manager’s harsh reprimand.

Tang Song’s expression darkened, and he sneered coldly, “You’re the kind of person born without parents’ care. I don’t even want to glance at you. But if you come here to mess with me, that’s your problem.”

Smack!

Before the words had even settled, Chu Ge suddenly appeared before Tang Song and slapped him hard.

Tang Song hit the ground headfirst, rolling seven or eight times before coming to a stop.

Anger burned in Chu Ge’s eyes as he said coldly, “You can insult me, but if you insult my parents, are you asking for death?”

When Chu Ge was a child, a massive earthquake struck Jiang City.

His parents buried him under the rubble to protect him and both perished.

This wound was forever embedded in Chu Ge’s heart, untouchable by anyone.

Zhao Xuan looked at the furious Chu Ge, panic flashing in her eyes as she shouted, “Security! Where are the security guards?”

“Security! Are you even doing your job? Get this guy!”

Tang Song, helped up by Zhao Xuan, roared furiously.

He had never expected Chu Ge to dare hit him, nor that such an ordinary-looking student could be so strong—he was still dizzy from the impact.

At Tang Song’s call, a dozen security guards swarmed toward Chu Ge.

Chu Ge sneered in disdain, as if they were courting death.

These guards were nothing but a ragtag bunch, nowhere near the caliber of Gao Tianqiang’s men.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a series of muffled thuds, all the guards collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.

Chu Ge strode toward Tang Song with a fierce expression.

“Chu Ge—”

Zhao Xuan screamed in alarm.

She couldn’t understand how Chu Ge was so formidable.

Even if those dozen guards were mere lapdogs, no ordinary student should be able to handle them all.

But the Imperial Hotel’s security guards? They were far from mere lapdogs.

On the ground lay a broken iron rod, snapped in two—if she wasn’t mistaken, it had been twisted apart by Chu Ge’s bare hands.

Brutal beyond belief.

But dwelling on this mattered little now.

No matter what, Tang Song could not be harmed.

Tang Song was her golden ticket.

She had just given him her first time last week.

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