Thud!

Thud!

Shang Qian and Lin Ling’er were both thrown down the steps.

The fall left them in a sorry state.

"Sorry, you two, I’ll go in first. You guys can think of another way," said Yin Tian, smiling at them, and then turned to the security guard, "Can I go in now?"

"Of course, please come inside," said the security guard respectfully, handing the card back to Yin Tian and bowing as he watched Yin Tian and Xia Nianbing head towards the club.

Just as he walked into the club, Yin Tian paused and said to the guard, "Don’t talk about the card."

"Yes," the guard quickly agreed, not daring to say more.

Yin Tian nodded in satisfaction and finally walked into the club with Xia Nianbing.

"Stop! Yin Tian, stop right there!"

Shang Qian, furious, rushed up the steps, intending to follow.

But as soon as he reached the entrance, he was blocked by the security guards.

"What’s the meaning of this? I have an invitation, why won’t you let me in!" Shang Qian took out the invitation from his pocket again, glaring at the security guards in front of him.

Without saying a word, the guard took the invitation, tore it to shreds, and stuffed the pieces back into Shang Qian’s pocket, "Now you don’t have one."

Then, the guard shoved Shang Qian hard, "Get out of here! Don’t cause trouble for the other guests."

He stumbled forward, nearly rolling down the steps again.

"Mr. Shang, Mr. Shang, are you okay..." Lin Ling’er hurried over to help Shang Qian.

Shang Qian violently shook off Lin Ling’er’s hand, his face contorted with anger, "What the hell is going on? What was that card in that guy’s hand?"

"I was there during the previous social gathering, and Yin Tian seemed to have helped Manager Yang with something..." Lin Ling’er said hesitantly, "Could that card be a gift from Manager Yang to Yin Tian?"

"I was invited by Mr. Heng, and that Yang Qigang, a lackey for the Qiao Family, dares to oppose me?" Shang Qian said while furiously pulling out his phone, ready to call someone.

...

On the other hand, Xia Nianbing, who had successfully entered the club with Yin Tian, looked at Yin Tian with confusion, "What’s with the card you just showed? Why did the guard let you in as soon as he saw it?"

"Secret," Yin Tian grinned at Xia Nianbing.

Xia Nianbing rolled her eyes at Yin Tian, but the corners of her mouth lifted subconsciously.

The club was crowded, and among the people were some that Yin Tian and Su Qinwei did not know; probably wealthy young masters who had come from the provincial city.

"Yin Tian? How did he get in?"

"Isn’t that Xia Nianbing? I heard the Xia Family is about to go under."

"Xia Nianbing is about to marry into the Qiu Family, and yet she’s showing up here with Yin Tian at a time like this!"

"Keep it down a bit, for all we know there might be people here in good standing with the Qiu family."

People were whispering, their gazes continuously sweeping over Yin Tian and Xia Nianbing.

Right at that moment, a roar came from outside.

"Yin Tian!"

Yin Tian, who was about to look for a seat, turned around and looked at the entrance, only to see Shang Qian pushing a wheelchair inside.

And the person in the wheelchair was none other than Mr. Heng!

Mr. Heng’s face changed dramatically the moment he saw Yin Tian.

But before he could speak, Shang Qian, who already hated Yin Tian to the bone, pushed him directly in front of Yin Tian.

"Yin Tian, open your damn eyes and see clearly who this is!" Shang Qian said, now emboldened by Mr. Heng’s support, "You dare let someone tear up my invitation, just because you have Manager Yang backing you up? Your so-called support is nothing in front of Mr. Heng!"

Yin Tian ignored Shang Qian and instead turned to Mr. Heng, "Really? Mr. Heng? My support is so worthless in your eyes?"

Sweat suddenly appeared on Mr. Heng’s forehead.

Others might not know, but could he be unaware?

One of his arms had been crippled by Yin Tian’s backer, who was also his own father!

"Yin Tian, you think you’re so tough? Call out your backer! Let’s see if he kneels in front of Mr. Heng like a dog!" Shang Qian kept ranting. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Shut up!" Mr. Heng finally couldn’t bear it any longer.

He stood up from the wheelchair, waving both arms already cased in plaster, "Someone! Throw him out... No! Break both his arms, make them just like mine!"

Shang Qian stood there, dumbfounded.

What was happening?

Wasn’t Mr. Heng on his side?

Why suddenly call for someone to break his arms?

As Mr. Heng finished speaking, several bodyguards stepped forward, hoisted up Shang Qian, and started walking him out.

The others in attendance were also stunned.

What was going on?

Why did Mr. Heng suddenly want Shang Qian’s arms broken?

Only Yin Tian, grinning at Mr. Heng, even gave him a thumbs up.

"Well done~"