Chapter 86: Calling Nan Gong Yu

Qiao An hadn't spoken yet, and a girl said, "It's just that we're friendly! Nangong Hotel isn't her family's, so she can't be the one in charge, okay? Come on! Force all three of them to drink! Call them arrogant, look down on people!"

A few black‑clad bodyguards, hearing the order, advanced forcefully.

"I'll see who dares to force‑drink her!"

A figure stepped in front of the bodyguards, extending an arm to block them.

It was Qin Zi Mo.

Behind him were two more, Qin Jiao Jiao and her husband.

Qin Jiao Jiao, who's always feisty and rowdy, shouted, "What are you doing, what are you doing, what do you want to do!"

Their noise over here had already drawn the whole Banquet Hall's attention.

Everyone was from the same company, and they'd been watching their commotion for a while.

Qin Zi Mo, with Qin Jiao Jiao and her husband, took a seat at the table next to Song Huan Yan's.

But Song Huan Yan wasn't paying attention, so she didn't see.

Now they suddenly rushed over to help Song Huan Yan, just to boost their favor and keep flattering her.

Although Qiao An gave Qin Zi Mo confidence, he was still uneasy because Song Huan Yan had mentioned a slew of Aristocratic Families last time.

So now he's keeping both hands busy.

Just in case.

If Qiao An's fiancé also can't match Song Huan Yan's connections.

Then he can only curry favor for survival and glory.

That's why he brought his sister and brother‑in‑law to help Song Huan Yan.

The short‑haired girl, seeing the bodyguards blocked, said, "What does this have to do with you? Get out right now! Otherwise don't blame us for being rude! Today, I'm determined to make her drink five cups of wine!"

She pointed at Song Huan Yan.

But she was agitated, seething with anger, and looking very arrogant.

Song Huan Yan, however, remained cool and composed, still sitting calmly.

Hearing her, she said, "Oh? If you can't make me drink today, what will you do?"

In this comparison, Song Huan Yan was clearly the more reckless.

The company folks watched, sweating nervously, and no one dared whisper any comments.

The short‑haired girl grew even angrier, saying, "Stop being so arrogant here! I'm not superstitious! Even if An An's fiancé comes, he can tell right from wrong, it's still your fault! You're deliberately provoking!"

She brought up Qiao An's fiancé again.

Tang Chenge said, "If you can't make President Song drink five cups, then you'll have to eat shit in public—do you dare bet?"

The short‑haired girl snapped, "Am I even talking to you? Why are you howling out? Who are you shaking? Can you even get into the hotel?"

Tang Chenge's expression hardened.

The phone rang as well.

The short‑haired girl sneered, "Answer it."

Tang Chenge, furious, was about to step forward and strike.

But before he could move, Qin Jiao Jiao shouted, "What's the fuss? Pulling what? It's just drinking! Say how much you want to drink! Whatever amount, we'll see you through! We'll drink for President Song."

Qin Zi Mo also looked at Qiao An, saying, "Enough!"

Qiao An, of course, couldn't break character now, and said, "It's really not me; I can't even persuade them."

That statement, however, remains questionable.

The banquet she organized, her fiancé—she still can't make decisions?

The short‑haired girl refused to back down, saying, "Who asked you to help drink? Get out! I'll make her, the three of them drink! If you don't leave, hit me!"

Song Huan Yan actually didn't want Qin Zi Mo and the others to drink for her.

Disgusting.

She didn't want to accept this mob's so‑called "favor."

Qin Zi Mo pretended to be cool, saying, "If you want to force‑drink them, unless …"

Before he could finish, a bodyguard struck him.

Qin Jiao Jiao screamed in fright, hurriedly ducking behind Li Zihang.

Li Zihang, still unreacted, was also hit by a bodyguard.

Nevertheless, Qin Zi Mo and Li Zihang, being men after all, immediately fought the bodyguards.

But, being ordinary people, their skills were no match for the bodyguards.

In a few blows, they were battered by the bodyguards, left with no resistance.

The conflict escalated again beyond control!

Taking advantage of the gap, Tang Chenge, after finishing the call, leaned close to Song Huan Yan's ear and whispered, "People really can't get in; they're being blocked outside the hotel."

Sang Wan also leaned in, "We were careless! Didn't expect that bitch to be so ruthless. Yan Yan, find the hotel's manager, okay? If people can't get in from outside, the manager must be inside the hotel."

Song Huan Yan, watching Qin Zi Mo and the others brawl, said, "Do you think they can get us out of this Banquet Hall?"

"What then?" Tang Chenge frowned, "We can't really let them force‑drink us, can we? Yan Yan, why don't you call Nan Gong Yu? Though people can't get in from outside, Nan Gong Yu only needs one phone call and everyone in the hotel, including the manager, will come."

Tang Chenge's suggestion was indeed practical.

We can't actually be forced to drink here today, can we?

But Song Huan Yan hesitated for a moment.

Sang Wan said, "If that doesn't work, you can call Aunt Ning; she'll definitely contact Aunt Gu, and Aunt Gu can get into the hotel as well."

Song Huan Yan slowly frowned.

Of course, she'd rather not alert the elders about this.

She thought for a moment, Song Huan Yan picked up her phone, "I'll call Lord Yu."

Just as she finished speaking, a few bodyguards promptly dealt with Qin Zi Mo and Li Zihang, rudely stepping forward.

Tang Chenge hurried to his feet, "Wait! What are you doing?!"

He then turned around and shouted at the staff, "Why is everyone just watching the spectacle? Who exactly is your boss? Is Qiao An the boss?!"

Sang Wan added, "Right. Stop being confused. President Song is the boss—she pays your wages, provides resources! Why are you just standing there? Watching President Song get…"

Sang Wan hadn't finished speaking.

The short‑haired one said, "Hold them down! Forced Drinking!"

But then almost all the employees stood up, "What are you doing? Qiao Xiaohua, what are you trying to do?"

Indeed, Song Huan Yan is the boss.

The short‑haired one grew nervous but immediately said, "Everyone, quiet, quiet! It's actually not a big deal and doesn't involve Qiao An. President Song just doesn't give face and is truly bullying! We thank her for supporting Qiao An and offering her a toast; she refuses to drink, even won't lift the cup. That's so contemptuous and overbearing. That's why I'm angry!"

"But everyone, stay calm. This is a matter between me and President Song," the short‑haired said, "Besides, a film and TV company isn't something President Song can run alone. Qiao An's fiancé is about to set up a company for her! When that happens, you're all welcome to join. If any artist wants to come, the termination fee won't be an issue!"

"So, this is actually our private matter. Everyone sit down and continue eating and drinking as you should!"

The staff were surprised.

Qiao An's fiancé is also going to set up a company for her?

That funding isn't just a small sum, and it can even help artists terminate contracts?

That would require even more money.

For a moment, the staff didn't know whether to step forward or stay back.

It's not that they necessarily want to jump ship.

Rather… the clash between these two big bosses is clearly beyond what any low‑level goon among them can intervene in.

But they still didn't know whether to sit or stand, since they are all now Song Huan Yan's employees.

Switching jobs isn't something you can just do on a whim.

Moreover, the short‑haired one has no authority; it's just words.

But the atmosphere froze like that.

Qiao An grabbed the short‑haired one, "Alright, Xin Xin, stop messing around! If you keep it up, I'll get angry!"

Xin Xin said, "An An, don't interfere! I won't stop confronting her today; it was her fault to begin with, why should I just give up?"

She finished speaking, raised her hand to point at Song Huan Yan, only to find…

The previously seated, unflappable Song Huan Yan had vanished…

"Where's she?!" Xin Xin widened her eyes, "Ran away? Go find her!"

She ordered the bodyguards.

Song Huan Yan had indeed slipped away to make a call, just as the employees were all standing up.

It was too noisy, inconvenient to talk.

The bodyguards took Xin Xin's words seriously and immediately went to look for Song Huan Yan.

Xin Xin sneered, "Song Family Heiress, President Song is so cowardly! Sneaking away! And abandoning two pig teammates, hahahaha."

She laughed, and the other four sisters laughed along.

It was pure mockery to the max.

Tang Chenge trembled with anger, saying, "You're just courting death. Fine, wait and see who looks better today!"

Xin Xin snorted, seeming to have a powerful backer, and said, "Fine. Whoever runs is a dog; one dog has already run away. There are still two left."

Sang Wan blocked four or five bodyguards.

One of the sisters immediately shouted, "Yo, you still dare to block four men alone? I wonder if you do this all the time?"

The others also started a ruckus, one saying, "Your masters both abandoned you and ran away, yet you act loyal like dogs, still defending her?"

"You!" Tang Chenge hadn't even flinched.

Sang Wan replied, "Isn't it just drinking? I'll drink with you. How much? Bring it on!"

Tang Chenge frowned, but also realized Sang Wan was buying time for Song Huan Yan's call.

Xin Xin said, "Ah, finally willing to drink? Fine, since it's voluntary, it's no longer a matter of five cups."

Sang Wan said, "No nonsense, how many?"

Xin Xin snorted coldly, "Say less than five bottles, dare you?"

She finished and reached for a bottle, adding, "Let your master see my loyalty."

Tang Chenge said, "Five bottles? Do you want to drink someone to death?"

Xin Xin said, "Before, when we properly offered a toast, you wouldn't drink; that's called a toast without drinking, punish with wine!"

She immediately added, "Will you drink or not? Babble babble."

She looked at the bodyguards.

Sang Wan said, "Drink. Why not? It's just five bottles."

Xin Xin said, "Fine. Since you're so protective of your master and insist on getting her a chance, I'll give you one. Drink. Let you help your master buy time by calling and shaking people."

Song Huan Yan, holding her phone, had already moved to a corner of the banquet hall, behind a large column.

She placed a voice call to Nan Gong Yu.

She actually didn't want to bother Nan Gong Yu at first.

She didn't expect Qiao An had planned it, and the sisters were also stoking the conflict step by step.

The reason she hesitated was that there was no contact last night, and none today either.

After she replied "Got it," Nan Gong Yu never responded again.

It was a bit abnormal.

She doesn't know what happened to him.

Because before this, he only video‑called her at night.

During the day here, he would also send messages.

He would send good‑morning messages each morning.

And today… just that explanatory message.

There was nothing.

So it made her a bit uneasy.

She even wondered whether making this call would be rejected.

But now… she has to make it.