Standing Next To You-Chapter 446: Resorting to Threats

"My gosh! My dress!"

"Watch where you’re going!"

Both women were furious, and the staff member quickly apologized. Other staff members rushed to clean up the mess, and a manager appeared promptly to address the situation.

Since this was an exclusive club, the management was top-notch. They offered to compensate the two ladies for their dresses and Fei Chuan’s pants.

Fei Chuan glanced at the few spots on his pants and then stopped the manager.

"No need to compensate for mine. Just help these two ladies change."

The manager quickly handed them a key for a private room on the third floor. It was far better for them to change and rest upstairs than in a public restroom.

With how swiftly the management handled the incident, the two girls’ anger began to dissipate.

Their ultimate goal was to spend time in a private room with Fei Chuan, so they eagerly accepted the key card. However, when they arrived in the private room, Fei Chuan was no longer there.

The two ladies considered going out to search for him when suddenly a woman barged into the room.

She lightly pushed one of the women who was about to exit and closed the door behind her.

The unexpected intrusion made the two ladies alert. Their hearts raced as the woman locked the door.

This club prioritized the safety of its patrons—how could an intruder be here?!

"Who are you? What do you want?" one of them demanded.

Bei Sangyun studied the two girls, who faced her with defiance rather than fear.

These willful women must have been used to getting what they wanted, having never encountered any trouble while meeting a man in a bar.

Or was it Fei Chuan’s handsome face that made them take such risks?

Bei Sangyun smiled. "I’m the ex-girlfriend of the man you’re setting your sights on."

The two ladies paused and exchanged glances, quickly piecing things together.

"...Are you the one in the red car in the parking lot?"

"I am." Bei Sangyun didn’t deny it.

"...Crazy," one of them muttered. "What a stalker. Don’t you think you’re going a bit overboard?"

What kind of ex-girlfriend stalks her former partner everywhere, even following them to a bar? It was unsettling!

"It seems you’re not as naive as I thought. Good. This will make things easier. I’ll give you two choices right now. One: Leave this place, and I won’t make things difficult for you. Two—"

"Why would we listen to you?" One of the ladies stepped forward, challenging Bei Sangyun without fear. "You may look rich, but we’re rich too. You can’t scare us into submission just by saying so. If we want a man, we can have him. Since we want Mr. Fei, we’ll get rid of any creepy ex in his way."

Bei Sangyun regarded her with a deepening smile. "Ah, I was wrong. You’re still too naive."

She took out her phone. It had been over an hour since she sent pictures to her subordinate, and she had received the results.

"Ms. Jiang and Ms. Huo, it seems you both come from wealthy families and have inherited quite a bit. You have many suitors, gathering more wealth through them. Hmm... what else? Ah, you two are models? Though it seems you’re relying on connections and money to stay in the industry."

The two women, who had been acting so arrogantly, now stared wide-eyed. Were they... being investigated?

Who was this person? How had she managed to gather so much information in just a few hours?!

"...Oh. Ms. Jiang, you actually hooked up with Mr. Luo a month ago? But isn’t Mr. Luo married? He’s been married for two years now." Bei Sangyun smirked. "You’re not lying when you say you can have any man you want, even if they’re married, right? I wonder what Mrs. Luo will think about this."

Ms. Jiang paled. The ’Mr. Luo’ Bei Sangyun referred to was an older man—handsome and wealthy. She had found him attractive and engaged in a fling out of boredom, fully aware of his marital status.

However, after hearing rumors about Mrs. Luo’s connections, which were deeper than hers, and her viciousness towards her husband’s past flings, Ms. Jiang had cut off the relationship. So far, no one knew about it except for a few involved parties.

But how did she know?!

"...T-That’s a lie." She muttered, desperately trying to deny it. There was no proof!

"A lie? This video isn’t lying, though." Bei Sangyun displayed her phone, showing a clip of Ms. Jiang and Mr. Luo exiting a hotel captured by a CCTV camera from a month ago. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"If Mrs. Luo saw this, she could dig a little deeper and find many more clips like this, right?"

Ms. Jiang lunged to snatch the phone, but Bei Sangyun stepped back. "If you come any closer, I’ll send it to Mrs. Luo. You see, I just happened to run into her last week at the Lin family’s banquet."

Ms. Jiang knew exactly what Bei Sangyun was referring to. The Lin family banquet had been a hot topic for days, and she was aware that many prominent families, including the Luo family, had been invited.

Bei Sangyun turned to Ms. Huo, who immediately shook her head. "You don’t need to dig around me. I’ll leave now."

Without another word, she bypassed Bei Sangyun and unlocked the door, abandoning her friend in the process.

They didn’t know who this stalker was, but the fact that she had managed to unearth their secrets in such a short time indicated that her connections and resources ran deep. They had likely encountered a formidable opponent this time.

Bei Sangyun smiled. "Seems like one of you is a bit smarter. Don’t you think, Ms. Jiang?"

Ms. Jiang’s nervousness was palpable. "I-I’ll leave, so... can you promise you won’t send that to Mrs. Luo?" Faced with either Mrs. Luo or this intimidating stalker, she was terrified of both.

Leaning against the wall, Bei Sangyun replied, "As long as you don’t get anywhere near him."

Ms. Jiang nodded vigorously. When Bei Sangyun stepped aside, she bolted out of the room, not caring if she stumbled along the way.

As the door clicked shut, Bei Sangyun sighed, running her fingers through her hair in frustration.

"Damn it," she muttered. Resorting to threats now—how low had she fallen?

She was really pathetic.

....

Fei Chuan washed his hands, ignoring the pants the manager offered him. It was just a few spots on the hem of his pants, it was not too obvious; besides, his secretary was on the way with a new suit.

He dried his hands and went out of the restroom.

He chose not to follow the two ladies to the private room. Instead, while they were heading to the third floor, he took this chance to slip into the restroom, ensuring they didn’t notice him.

He had successfully managed to rid himself of their company.

Fei Chuan pressed the elevator button and waited. He could tell it was coming from upstairs—someone from the third floor must be descending.

Ding.

The doors slid open, and just as Fei Chuan was about to step inside, he froze at the sight of the person in the elevator.