Limited-Time Attachment - Chapter 29

Nightlife districts are rarely peaceful, especially late at night when it’s common to encounter someone who has lost their senses to alcohol.

“Song Ming, don’t make a scene,” Zhou Jibai said, reaching out to grab the sleeve of Song Ming’s suit jacket.

Song Ming had always been dismissive of drunks, but at this moment, she felt as though the alcohol was clouding her own mind, leaving her brain unusually empty.

In her arms, Zhou Jibai clutched her lapel, looking up at her with a face slightly tilted back. Her small nose was flushed red from the night breeze, and her brows were knit in a stern look of disapproval.

Zhou Jibai had always been the most charming “Rose of A-City” stunning, fair-skinned, and possessing a beauty that tempted others to draw close and trample it. Her physical impact often preceded her soul and intellect, giving rise to misunderstandings and rumors.

Song Ming, too, was captivated by Zhou Jibai’s appearance, but right now, all she could see was the firm resistance in her eyes.

For some reason, Song Ming’s heart softened… Fine, I’ll listen to her just this once.

“Ooh, look, another little lady joined in,” drawled the man who had been harassing Zhou Jibai.

Song Ming’s brow furrowed.

“The other one is prettier, though. Just looking at her gets me going,” another man whispered to his companion. “I want that one. Damn, she looks like she’d be fun.”

Song Ming’s hearing was exceptional. Even though the man lowered his voice, she heard every single word.

“See?” Song Ming’s face showed no trace of anger as she lightly brushed her hand against Zhou Jibai’s waist. “It’s not me who’s ‘making a scene’ here.”

Song Ming released her arm and placed her palm over Zhou Jibai’s face, shielding her eyes. “Don’t look.”

Bolstered by alcohol and peer pressure, the men hadn’t yet realized the danger. One laughed with a greasy, disgusting smirk. “What’s up, sister? You want to go first… GAH!”

Song Ming was tall. Her palm moved casually but swiftly upward, slamming into the man’s chin. The hardest part of her palm struck the soft tissue behind the jawbone, instantly cutting off his breath. The arrogant laughter died in his throat, his lewd words vanished. His two companions froze, their smiles stiffening.

The man fell flat on his back, rolling on the ground clutching his throat and coughing violently. Song Ming glanced at him indifferently before turning to the other two. “You two aren’t getting away either.”

Zhou Jibai had seen Song Ming wielding a wrench before; she knew Song Ming wasn’t a typical high-society lady. Furthermore, Song Ming never bothered to hide the defiant, “outlaw” streak in her personality.

“Song Ming!”

But how long does it really take to clean up a few pieces of trash? Song Ming deliberately ignored Zhou Jibai’s voice.

The three drunks, who could have turned violent at any moment, were quickly taken down by Song Ming in her tall boots. The one who talked the most ended up with a dislocated arm, clutching his shoulder and howling in pain.

Song Ming looked down at the men writhing on the ground, thinking they looked utterly pathetic.

Unwilling to touch these human stains a second longer, Song Ming rolled up her sleeves and turned toward the street corner. The sound of her heels clicking on the stone tiles was crisp. The man in front suddenly began to curse: “Damn bitch, you dare hit me? It was your lucky day that I even looked at you. Don’t act like you’re too good for it.”

“…What did you say?”

The sound of her footsteps stopped right next to the man. The pointed toe of her boot stepped onto the man’s wrist. Song Ming smiled, grinding her heel down as if extinguishing a cigarette butt. “Say it one more time.”

Agony shot through his wrist. The man wailed, using his other hand to desperately pull at Song Ming’s shoe, but the pressure only increased. He couldn’t shake her off.

“Song Ming!” Zhou Jibai hurried over and grabbed Song Ming’s wrist.

The crushing motion stopped. Song Ming looked at Zhou Jibai and finally withdrew her foot.

“Were you trying to kill someone?”

In the parking lot, Zhou Jibai and Song Ming stood facing each other in the narrow gap between two cars.

Song Ming reached into her suit pocket and pulled out the cigarettes and lighter she had brought out.

“Just a bit of vigilante justice,” Song Ming said, lighting a cigarette. Her voice was slightly muffled as she exhaled. “President Zhou should cherish her good luck today. I might not be in the mood next time.”

Smoke drifted between them, and they fell into silence. Song Ming leaned against an Audi, glancing at Zhou Jibai. The other woman’s outfit was just as daring and revealing as her own.

“Out for fun?” Song Ming asked again.

“It doesn’t matter what I’m doing here,” Zhou Jibai replied coolly, glancing at Song Ming. “President Song should think about how to clean up this mess instead.”

“Mm,” Song Ming responded lazily. Her gaze drifted downward, settling on Zhou Jibai’s thighs.

Her gaze was so direct it was impossible to ignore. Zhou Jibai’s expression shifted.

“If President Song has nothing else to say, I’ll be going.”

“Suit yourself,” Song Ming said, the cigarette dangling from her lips.

Zhou Jibai indeed turned and got into her car. The wine-red vehicle started up, backed out of the space, and drove straight out of the parking lot.

Song Ming stayed where she was, long legs crossed as she leaned against the stranger’s car, watching Zhou Jibai’s car disappear from sight.

She hadn’t been drinking.

Zhou Jibai had always hated these kinds of places, hated the smell of smoke and alcohol. Why was she dressed like that and hanging around here tonight? If she wasn’t drinking or looking for fun, what was she after?

Song Ming returned to the bar. Jing Lie saw her and spat out the piece of paper he was holding in his mouth. He raised a glass to her. “Come on, let’s keep playing!”

The girl sitting next to Jing Lie laughed and teased, “President Jing has to drink too, you dropped your paper!”

Jing Lie took a moment to pat the girl’s face. “I’ll drink in a second, what’s the rush?”

Song Ming sat down away from the crowd, lazily waving off those who invited her to join.

“How is it?” Song Ming asked.

Jing Lie sat down beside her, his earlier drunken look replaced by clear eyes. “All settled. It’s our own bar, so it was just a matter of saying the word. I sent Luke to handle the aftermath. Clean and quiet, no one will talk.”

Song Ming nodded.

“I thought you didn’t care,” Jing Lie looked at her. “You hit them pretty hard.”

“I don’t care that much,” Song Ming said casually. She then asked, “Don’t you have a private investigator you’re close with who is very reliable?”

“Yeah,” Jing Lie was taken aback. “Who are you looking into? Don’t you have your own people?”

“It’s not convenient to use my regulars for this.”

Song Zhongtian and the two Song brothers were all watching her. Song Ming had no intention of drawing their attention to Zhou Jibai. To investigate her, it was better to use an outside hand.

“Help me find out who Zhou Jibai has been dealing with lately.”