Chapter 12: The Fourth Young Master Requests Your Presence

Upon hearing this, Ji Mingye didn't ask further questions, and Yan Jingcheng didn't explain either.

He lightly traced the rim of his wine glass with his slender fingers, glanced faintly at Gu Chaoyun behind Gu Mingzhu, his gaze deep, lost in thought.

After a few rounds of drinks, Gu Mingzhu was coerced by Zhang Zhihong and his companions into drinking a lot, and her stomach began to ache.

She realized that she couldn't continue like this, so she smiled at Zhang Zhihong and suggested, "Drinking like this is no fun. How about we play dice instead?"

Gu Mingzhu proposed it herself, and naturally Zhang Zhihong and the others had no reason to refuse. They were all eager to show off in front of Gu Mingzhu.

Unfortunately, Gu Mingzhu didn't let them have their way. In fact, in the first round, she rolled three sixes.

Disappointed, Zhang Zhihong and his companions insisted on playing a few more rounds, but in the end, despite drinking quite a bit, they couldn't beat Gu Mingzhu.

Yan Jingcheng watched her rolling the dice, narrowing his eyes slightly and observing her hands more carefully.

After losing several rounds, Zhang Zhihong drank quite a lot and staggered to his feet, his speech slurred, "You guys continue, I'll go to the restroom."

Shortly after he left, Gu Mingzhu slowly raised her head and saw Gu Chaoyun hastily following him, obviously becoming impatient.

"Sorry, I also need to go to the restroom," Gu Mingzhu smiled and got up.

The group of men assumed she was going to chase after Zhang Zhihong, and they all had some malicious thoughts, "Miss Mingzhu, don't drain President Zhang dry."

Gu Mingzhu smiled, leaving their sight and then directly leaving through the side door of the bar.

The night breeze was cool, and after leaving the noisy nightclub, Gu Mingzhu sobered up a bit.

She walked slowly, not worried that Zhang Zhihong would catch up with her, especially with Gu Chaoyun blocking for her.

Glancing at the time, Gu Mingzhu called Xu Xinghe, "Continue to keep an eye on Gu Chaoyun. Let me know when she and Zhang Zhihong sign the contract."

A soft and gentle male voice came from the other end of the phone, "Alright, I'm on the west side of the alley."

"I'm coming over now." After hanging up the phone, Gu Mingzhu had only taken a few steps when a wave of intense pain surged through her stomach.

Her hands and feet turned cold, and she slowly leaned against the wall of the alley, feeling a bit unable to support herself.

Her stomach wasn't good to begin with, and drinking too much only made it worse. Zhang Zhihong's companions were also quite persistent, forcing her to drink more. That's why she had suggested playing dice.

Gu Mingzhu gritted her teeth and tried to stand up straight, intending to walk through the alley.

This alley was a small road outside the nightclub, sparsely populated and not accessible to vehicles, so Xu Xinghe was waiting for her outside.

But before she could take a few steps, someone suddenly blocked her path. "Miss Gu, the Fourth Young Master requests your presence."

Gu Mingzhu looked at the man in front of her, with a scar on his forehead, and said slowly, "I don't know any Fourth Young Master."

"Whether you know him or not, you have to come. Please!" Azhao said in a deep voice.

The man exuded a fierce aura, not someone to be trifled with.

Gu Mingzhu couldn't help but laugh. "Does he think he's the emperor? He can summon whoever he wants to see, does he need me to burn incense and bathe again…"

Azhao clearly had little patience. Without waiting for Gu Mingzhu to finish speaking, he lifted her up. "Let's go."

In an instant, everything spun as she was turned upside down.

"I'll go with you, just put me down!" Gu Mingzhu hurriedly spoke, feeling her head swimming and her vision darkening. Coupled with the turmoil in her stomach, she was on the verge of vomiting.

But Azhao completely ignored her and carried her all the way to a suite in the Royal Hotel.

Fortunately, the hotel was close to the nightclub, so the journey was short.

Gu Mingzhu's mind was in chaos, but she tried her best to remain calm.

In Xijiang, there weren't many people who could be called the Fourth Young Master, and even fewer who could control someone like Azhao, the god of death. Except for the man she least wanted to see—Yan Jingcheng!

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