There’re Always Paranoid Thoughts to Monopolize Me - Chapter 50.2

This restaurant had gained fame in recent years and usually had many customers. It was said that the chief director of the production team had some connections with the restaurant’s behind-the-scenes boss, which allowed them to secure a large VIP private room on such short notice.

At the dining table.

Qin Ke sat in an inconspicuous corner, quietly drinking soup, while also listening to the production team members and other guests chat about various insider and outsider anecdotes.

Qin Ke had never been interested in gossip, so she only listened and never interjected.

As the meal was clearly coming to an end, and everyone was in high spirits, the wooden door of the private room was suddenly pulled open from the outside.

An uninvited guest strode in without hesitation.

—

“Such a lively dinner party, why didn’t Director Lin invite me too?”

The only person who dared to be so unrestrained in front of the entire production team and all the guests was, of course, none other than Song Qingzhuo.

A few seconds after he entered, a flustered restaurant waiter ran in behind him. Seeing that he had failed to stop Song Qingzhuo, the waiter bowed apologetically to the chief director surnamed Lin.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, this customer insisted on barging in…”

“It’s fine,” Director Lin, being experienced in handling such situations and knowing the nature of the most unruly among these rich second-generation, didn’t give the waiter a hard time. He waved his hand, “He’s my guest. You can leave now.”

The waiter heaved a huge sigh of relief and quickly turned to leave.

By this time, Song Qingzhuo, who didn’t consider himself an outsider at all, had already strode to the far end of the room. He grabbed a chair with one hand, dragged it to the table, and smiled while dragging it. “But Director Lin, the place you chose is quite ordinary — the people downstairs have no discernment, daring to stop just anyone?”

“…….”

The chief director suppressed his anger and replied to Song Qingzhuo with a forced smile, “Young Master Song is after all a precious person from the capital, it’s understandable that they don’t recognize you in this small place — Young Master Song shouldn’t lower yourself to their level.”

“Of course I won’t lower myself to their level, are they even worthy?” Song Qingzhuo said.

After saying this, Song Qingzhuo laughed first.

“Young Master Song is right, they’re not worthy at all.”

Others didn’t dare not to join in. Qi Tian led with a sweet laugh, as if she genuinely heard a good joke.

However, Song Qingzhuo didn’t look at anyone.

He placed the chair he was holding next to the table, while his other hand rose to press on the backrest of the chair in front of him.

Song Qingzhuo leaned forward until he was almost at a 90-degree angle before stopping. Then he turned his head to look at the girl sitting in front of his hand—

“What’s the matter, wasn’t my joke funny?”

“…”

Qin Ke glanced at him once, then turned back with a cold look in her eyes.

The people at the table didn’t know about the small incident during last night’s celebration party, so they only saw Qin Ke completely ignoring Song Qingzhuo.

For a moment, the room fell silent.

A few seconds later, the associate director came to his senses and hurriedly walked over with a wine glass, smiling apologetically.

“Hey, Young Master Song, don’t misunderstand. It’s our production team’s fault — the show we recorded this morning scared all the guests. Qin Ke probably hasn’t recovered yet, so she can’t laugh even at the funniest jokes.”

“…”

The others exchanged glances. They knew, of course, that the associate director was lying — while the whole group of guests was scared half to death, Qin Ke was the only one who wouldn’t be afraid of anything.

But they also knew that since the associate director had already spoken up to smooth things over, contradicting him wouldn’t benefit anyone.

So even Qi Tian, who had always been at odds with Qin Ke, now hesitated, then stood up to cover for Qin Ke.

“That’s right, Young Master Song. I was really scared this morning. You must have a drink with me to calm my nerves.”

As Qi Tian spoke, she had already sidled up to him.

But just as she was about to reach out and hold Song Qingzhuo’s arm, she suddenly saw the young man’s face change—

“Get lost!”

Qi Tian froze in place, her outstretched hand hanging in mid-air.

“Young Master Song, you…”

“I told you to get lost — don’t you understand!?” Song Qingzhuo turned his head to look at her, his expression terrifying.

Tears immediately welled up in Qi Tian’s eyes. She bit her lip, stamped her foot, and ran out, holding back tears in anger.

The others in the private room were even more shocked and frightened, each frozen like wooden chickens.

After all, everyone in the team knew clearly — this show was invested in by Song Qingzhuo just to promote Qi Tian.

How could it be that just as the show started filming, the financial backer seemed to have fallen out with Qi Tian??

Everyone in the room had their own thoughts.

But there were a few who were either used to such scenes or quick-witted, who had already cast meaningful glances towards the girl sitting in the chair in front of Song Qingzhuo, who had remained detached from the situation throughout.

Ling Shuang was sitting to Qin Ke’s left. At this moment, Song Qingzhuo withdrew his gaze and rudely kicked Ling Shuang’s chair—

“Don’t you have any sense either?” He jerked his head. “Go sit somewhere else.”

“…”

Ling Shuang bit her lip but didn’t dare to say anything. She stood up and pulled her chair to the side.

Song Qingzhuo dragged the chair behind him forward with one hand, making a “bang” sound as he placed it next to the table.

However, unlike the other chairs facing the center of the table, Song Qingzhuo’s chair was directly facing the side — towards Qin Ke’s direction.

Song Qingzhuo laughed, hitched up his trousers, and sat down on the chair, staring intently at the girl who was facing the table and sitting sideways to him.

At this point, even the slowest to react in the private room understood that the Second Young Master Song had changed his target.

The production team members and the remaining three guests exchanged glances. Gu Yuncheng frowned and was about to stand up, but was pulled back by another associate director from the production team sitting beside him.

“Self-preservation” had always been the principle in the industry.

Meanwhile, Song Qingzhuo stared at the girl in the dead silence for a full few dozen seconds, but she didn’t even glance at him once. Her chopsticks and spoon neither stopped nor sped up or slowed down — she was as composed as if there was only a mass of air beside her.

At most, this mass of air was slightly annoying.

A nameless, dark anger was churning inside Song Qingzhuo.

But what angered him even more was — he didn’t seem to want to vent this anger at the girl, at least not in the same way he had with Qi Tian.

This anger only made him want more deeply…

Want to possess her.

Song Qingzhuo understood this most sincere thought in his heart. His originally gloomy expression suddenly broke into a smile without warning.

A few seconds later, the young man laughed out loud.

His laughter confused the others at the table who had been holding their breath.

After laughing, Song Qingzhuo directly placed one hand on the back of the girl’s chair.

He leaned in close, his voice low and ambiguous—

“Has anyone ever complimented you, saying that you’re not only beautiful, but also have a particularly captivating temperament, hm?”

“……”

Qin Ke finally frowned.

With disgust in her eyes, she put down both her chopsticks and spoon simultaneously, making a crisp sound against the high-quality porcelain plate.

This sound was particularly jarring in the private room, making the production team members’ faces change color.

The girl’s next words made them even more unsure how to react—

“Mr. Song, whether or not anyone has told you before, I have to say now, interrupting others’ meals without permission, getting this close without any consent — especially when we’re still strangers — this kind of behavior really shows a lack of proper upbringing.”

As she spoke, Qin Ke stood up directly, leaving her seat from the other side.

At the same time, she finally looked down, glancing expressionlessly at the young man who maintained his original posture.

“And the waiter who just left at least knew to apologize, so I really don’t understand — you just said he wasn’t worthy?”

Qin Ke’s lips curled slightly, but there was no trace of humor in her eyes.

“Come to think of it, it’s really quite laughable.”

“!” Song Qingzhuo’s expression twisted.

Qin Ke nodded slightly to the production team and the other three guests. “I’m not feeling well, I’ll head back first.”

After saying this, Qin Ke walked towards the door of the private room without looking back.

Song Qingzhuo finally came to his senses.

His face turned cold as he stood up and chased after her, grabbing her wrist without a second thought.

Qin Ke’s movement was halted.

She turned her head with a cold gaze, “Let go.”

Song Qingzhuo laughed, gripping tighter, “What if I don’t? What can you do—”

Before he could finish speaking.

Qin Ke turned back, flipped her wrist to twist his wrist and then cut into the inside of his arm. At the same time, her right foot directly blocked the inside of Song Qingzhuo’s foot, her left foot pivoted, her upper body leaned forward, and her waist exerted force—

“Bang!”

A dull thud hit the ground hard.

Everyone in the private room was stunned.

After executing a shoulder throw so perfect it could be used in a demonstration class, Qin Ke straightened up, adjusting her slightly disheveled clothes — she was a bit relieved that she had worn loose-fitting clothes today that didn’t restrict her movements.

After doing this, she looked down at the young man lying on the ground, seemingly dazed from the throw.

Qin Ke gave a cold laugh.

“I’ve wanted to do this since last night in the corridor — I held back because Mr. Song is after all an investor. But hasn’t Mr. Song heard the saying ‘Twice is happenstance, three times is enemy action’?”

After speaking, Qin Ke’s cold smile faded. She glanced at him and stepped towards the exit.

But just as she took a step, her ankle was gripped tightly.

“…”

Qin Ke’s body froze.

Then she lowered her head in disbelief—

It wasn’t her imagination.

Song Qingzhuo, lying on the ground in a mess from her throw, surprisingly didn’t try to get up first, but instead grabbed her slender ankle.

He even lightly caressed her ankle.

“So smooth.”

Qin Ke: “……”

Qin Ke felt as if she had been licked by a disgusting, slimy poisonous snake.

Song Qingzhuo on the ground seemed confident that she wouldn’t use excessive force, and smiled smugly.

“You can’t run away.”

At this moment, the door of the private room was kicked open, and a young man with a cold, fair, and handsome profile walked in.

Before anyone could react.

The young man stepped forward and viciously stomped on the wrist on the ground.

Amidst a pig-like scream, the young man’s lips curled into a smile that was both icy and fierce.