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Halfway through the banquet, Jiang Wenxi accompanied Jiang Xunye to handle the necessary social obligations before meeting up with Fu Siya and Ma Yun, who had left earlier.

"It's too boring at home, why don't we find a place to relax?" Fu Siya said, linking her arm with hers, her tone full of impatience.

Jiang Wenxi nodded: "Yage Club."

Before long, the three of them arrived at the Yage Club by car.

Although there was an unpleasant incident here last time, it doesn't affect me much.

As soon as she stepped into the corridor next to the private room, a slender figure suddenly stood up from the corner and blocked Jiang Wenxi's way.

Jiang Wenxi paused slightly, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. Jiang Wen, standing beside her, instantly took a half-step forward, assuming a defensive stance, blocking the intruder two steps away.

Upon seeing the newcomer's appearance, the group was stunned—it was none other than Xiao Jie, who had been manipulated by Bai Ruoqi to poison Jiang Wenxi in order to cure his mother's illness.

At this moment, Xiao Jie was wearing a faded waiter uniform, looking even thinner than before. His eyes were bloodshot, but he was staring intently at Jiang Wenxi, his eyes filled with guilt, unease, and a hint of barely perceptible persistence.

Before the others could speak, he knelt down first, lowered his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Miss Jiang..."

Fu Siya recalled the perilous situation Jiang Wenxi had faced after being poisoned, and her tone instantly turned cold: "What are you doing here? And you dare to show your face in front of Wenxi?"

Xiao Jie trembled, but did not back down. He slowly raised his head, his gaze still fixed on Jiang Wenxi: "I... I work as a waiter here. I come here every day just to wait for you."

These words surprised everyone.

Ma Yun frowned: "Didn't Wenxi give you 20 yuan back then so you could use it to treat your mother's illness?"

When his mother was mentioned, a bitter look flashed across Xiao Jie's eyes, but he shook his head and said in an increasingly earnest tone, "It may be related to what I did wrong. That hospital couldn't cure my mother's illness at all. I'm at my wit's end now."

The light in the corridor fell on Xiao Jie's tired face, and you could clearly see the regret and torment in his eyes.

Jiang Wenxi looked at him quietly, her expression unreadable, the low pressure around her making the air seem stagnant.

Fu Siya wanted to say something more, but Jiang Wenxi raised her hand to stop her.

Her gaze fell heavily on Xiao Jie, her tone calm yet carrying an undeniable sense of pressure: "Do you know that the poison you administered back then was enough to kill me?"

Xiao Jie's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down. His voice was trembling with tears: "I know! I looked up the properties of that poison later, and I regretted it every day... I don't dare to ask for your forgiveness. I just want to stay here. If you need anything, I will do my best to make it up to you."

As he spoke, his hands clenched tightly together, his knuckles turning white, clearly indicating that he had been holding these words in for a long time.

"Let's go into the private room first." With that, Jiang Wenxi took the lead and went in.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jie hesitated for a moment before quickly following him inside.

"Tell me, you came to see me today for more than just this one thing, didn't you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Jie knelt down again.

"Miss Jiang, please save my mother!"

Jiang Wenxi remained silent for a moment, her gaze sweeping over his waiter uniform, a cryptic smile curving her lips.

Upon hearing the commotion, Manager Zhao from the Yage Club rushed over and immediately apologized, "Ms. Jiang, I'm so sorry. I just heard that Xiao Jie offended you. We didn't manage our employees properly. I'll take him away right away!" He then went to pull Xiao Jie away.

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Jiang Wenxi spoke, her voice not loud, but it made the manager stop in his tracks instantly.

Xiao Jie clenched his last shred of courage, abruptly raising his head. His gaze, like tempered iron needles, was fixed on Jiang Wenxi, his tone filled with desperate pleading: "I know I have no right to beg you—I've wronged you, and I should be at your mercy. But I'm truly desperate. In the entire city of Shanghai, only you can mobilize the best doctors and the most advanced resources… Miss Jiang, please save my mother! I'll do anything to save her life, even if it means serving you like a slave for the rest of my life, even if it costs me my life!"

Before he could finish speaking, with a loud thud, Xiao Jie's forehead slammed heavily onto the cold, hard ground, the force so great that it seemed to embed his skull into the floor tile.

His shoulders trembled violently and uncontrollably, his back arched like a bowstring about to break, and even his breathing turned into suppressed sobs.

The air inside the private room suddenly froze, and even the dust seemed to stop moving.

Looking at his humble and dejected appearance, Fu Siya's expression was as complex as crumpled brocade. She hesitated several times before speaking, remembering the danger when Jiang Wenxi was poisoned. In the end, she pursed her lips and swallowed her sympathy.

Jiang Wenxi stood still, the low pressure surrounding her so thick it seemed impossible to dissipate, the chilling aura almost freezing the surrounding temperature.

All eyes were on her, and time stretched out slowly and painfully in silence.

Xiao Jie's forehead was pressed against the ground, and he could clearly feel the coolness of the bricks seeping into his bones through his skin. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, and every second felt like waiting for the final verdict.

Just as he was about to be swallowed by despair and his consciousness began to blur, Jiang Wenxi finally spoke slowly.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it possessed a penetrating power that pierced the heart, like an icicle cutting through deathly silence: "What can you do for me?"

Xiao Jie shuddered, suddenly looked up, and his bloodshot eyes flashed with shock and ecstasy. Tears rolled down his cheeks without warning, splashing onto the ground and leaving tiny water stains.

Ignoring the stinging pain in his forehead, he kowtowed repeatedly, the thuds echoing clearly in the quiet private room: "Miss Jiang, I'll do anything you ask! You decide, and I won't utter a single complaint!"

Jiang Wenxi didn't reply, her gaze shifting indifferently to Manager Zhao of the Elegant Pavilion who was standing to the side, her tone calm and even: "What activities are planned for today?"

Manager Zhao quickly stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and replied, "Miss Jiang, the fighting arena is open to the public at the Accord today."

"Right, right, right!" Ma Yun suddenly remembered, slapped his forehead, "I've been so busy with company matters lately that I completely forgot about it."

"Then let's go take a look." Jiang Wenxi nodded slightly.

"I have no objection." Fu Siya was the first to agree, and Li Xirui and the others also nodded in agreement, with no one objecting.

Manager Zhao didn't dare to delay and quickly led everyone through several secluded corridors, winding their way to a hidden door that blended seamlessly with the wall.

He took out a specially made black card and swiped it through the sensor. Only then did the heavy metal door slowly open to both sides, and a wave of sweltering heat, mixed with sweat and roars, rushed towards him.

The group filed in, with Xiao Jie following closely behind, his eyes filled with confusion and trepidation.