Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1180: 1155: Song Xiaoxiao Resigned to Her Fate

Chapter 1180: Chapter 1155: Song Xiaoxiao Resigned to Her Fate

“Help! Help!” Song Xiaoxiao’s desperate cries echoed.

A few passersby, drawn by the girl's voice, peered into the booth, only to be blocked by the vigilant bodyguards at the entrance.

“Get out of here, just mind your own business. Don't get yourself into trouble,” one of the bodyguards stated impatiently.

In this day and age, most people prefer to remain uninvolved bystanders to avoid unnecessary complications.

Furthermore, Cao Yang's notorious cruelty in this district meant anyone crossing him was guaranteed to face severe consequences.

These individuals merely shook their heads and departed, a tinge of pity for the girl trapped inside.

Everyone was aware of Cao Yang’s unsavory reputation with women; it was truly terrifying.

Whispers circulated that a girl who spent a single night with him was subsequently bedridden for a full week.

Song Xiaoxiao caught the faint sounds of voices from outside, harboring a fleeting hope of imminent rescue.

However, the silence that followed quickly extinguished the spark of hope she had felt.

Song Xiaoxiao continued to plead for assistance, her voice growing hoarse, clinging to the belief that a compassionate soul must exist somewhere.

Yet, unbeknownst to her, within the confines of this bar, no one dared to intervene.

Observing the girl's continuous pleas for help only intensified Cao Yang’s predatory interest.

“Xiaoxiao, scream, scream louder! The more you cry out, the more you ignite my desire,” he sneered, a lecherous grin spreading across his face.

“You pervert!” Song Xiaoxiao shrieked as she witnessed Cao Yang advancing towards her.

She instinctively retreated, desperately trying to evade his grasp.

Unwittingly stepping on something, she cried out in surprise and tumbled onto the plush leather sofa.

Her beautiful face turned ashen; if she couldn't rise immediately, Cao Yang would undoubtedly succeed in his vile intentions.

Song Xiaoxiao thrashed and struggled, attempting to regain her footing, but her efforts proved futile.

Watching her writhing form, Cao Yang’s wicked desires surged uncontrollably.

He perceived her struggles as a form of teasing, and a fiery heat coursed through his entire body.

“Don’t come any closer, please, I beg you, don’t come any closer,” Song Xiaoxiao implored through tears, her eyes fixed on the man stepping towards her.

“Xiaoxiao, seeing you cry like this stirs my heart. Soon, you will experience a feeling beyond compare, and I promise you will be begging me for more,” Cao Yang asserted with a chilling smile.

Song Xiaoxiao frantically scanned her surroundings, searching for anything sharp enough to end her life.

She had firmly resolved that even in death, she would not allow Cao Yang to defile her.

A young woman like Song Xiaoxiao possessed a fiery spirit, and Cao Yang was well aware of her defiance. This understanding was why he had strategically instructed his men to clear the booth, leaving only a row of sofas.

At that critical moment, Song Xiaoxiao recalled scenes from television dramas. Just as she was about to bite her tongue and end her life, she felt a pair of large hands suddenly clamp her jaw shut, halting her desperate action.

“Xiaoxiao, I won’t let you die so easily. Even if you wish for death, it will only be after I’ve had my fill of you,” Cao Yang declared, his hand reaching for Song Xiaoxiao’s collar.

Aware of her impending doom and unable to escape, Song Xiaoxiao desperately wished for Ye Chen to arrive and rescue her.

Noticing the girl had ceased struggling, Cao Yang abruptly retrieved a pill-like object from his pocket and attempted to force it into Song Xiaoxiao’s mouth.

“Xiaoxiao, take this, and we’ll have a much more enjoyable time; you’ll find it incredibly pleasing,” Cao Yang proclaimed with a grin.

He found Song Xiaoxiao’s struggles alluring but difficult to control.

Cao Yang’s patience was dwindling; he intended to subdue Song Xiaoxiao swiftly, and this pill was his chosen method.

If she ingested the pill, Cao Yang could do as he pleased, a thought that sent a thrill of anticipation through him.

Song Xiaoxiao was acutely aware of the pill’s nature and utterly unwilling to accept it, knowing the devastating consequences it would bring.

Suddenly, the sounds of commotion erupted from outside; Cao Yang initially dismissed it as a typical brawl among bar patrons.

Such incidents were commonplace and would be handled by his men.

Just as the pill was about to be forced into Song Xiaoxiao’s mouth, the booth door was violently shoved open.

“Who dares disturb my fun? Someone, get him out of here!” Cao Yang bellowed, his face contorted with rage.

He had been so close to making Song Xiaoxiao compliant and eager to submit to him.

This uninvited intrusion had completely shattered his plans.

“Ye Chen!” Song Xiaoxiao exclaimed.

Merely moments before, she had believed that even calling out Ye Chen’s name would be futile without providing her location, making it impossible for him to find her.

Song Xiaoxiao had resigned herself to her fate, convinced she was about to be violated by Cao Yang.

Yet, to her astonishment, Ye Chen had indeed arrived.

With Ye Chen present, her fear began to dissipate.

Upon hearing the name, Cao Yang realized this must be the boyfriend Song Xiaoxiao had spoken of.

But how had he managed to ascertain Song Xiaoxiao’s predicament and location?

However, Cao Yang had no time to dwell on such questions; his internal fury intensified, and he needed to eliminate Ye Chen swiftly to continue with his plans for Song Xiaoxiao.

“So you are the boyfriend Xiaoxiao mentioned. How about this, I’ll pay you to sell Xiaoxiao to me. I only need her for one night; name your price,” Cao Yang said, a smile playing on his lips as he addressed Ye Chen.

Months prior, Cao Yang had employed this exact strategy to coerce a man into selling his girlfriend to him.

In his estimation, he believed that contemporary youths were exceedingly greedy for money, which was the very reason behind his devised tactic.

Observing Ye Chen’s silence, Cao Yang presumed he was still contemplating the monetary proposition.

He chuckled and inquired, “How about one million?”

Ye Chen remained wordless, steadfast in his position.

“Do you deem it insufficient? Two million,” Cao Yang suggested once more.

Ye Chen still offered no response; his countenance grew frigid.

Cao Yang’s brow furrowed, and he declared, “Young man, at most I will offer you three million. Take the money and depart; otherwise, you will not receive a single cent and will end up crippled. Consider this carefully.”

He felt three million was already an exceptional sum; Ye Chen’s lack of verbal response, in his view, was merely an attempt at extortion.

Ye Chen retorted with a chilling tone, “You are utterly depraved. Are women mere commodities to be bartered? Your profound disrespect for women warrants death.”

Cao Yang’s words were truly abhorrent, and Ye Chen’s patience reached its limit.

“Kid, are you oblivious to whose domain you trespass upon? You dare to wish for my demise; you jest,” Cao Yang guffawed, as though he had encountered the funniest of jokes.

Since Ye Chen showed no inclination to relinquish Song Xiaoxiao, the sole recourse for Cao Yang was to have his subordinates incapacitate Ye Chen and expel him.

Initially, Cao Yang’s objective was to sidestep any unpleasantness by offering Ye Chen financial compensation to leave, but this individual proved stubbornly unyielding.

“Men,” Cao Yang bellowed at the top of his lungs.

More than twenty formidable men stormed in from the exterior, their visages radiating ferocity.

“Subdue this punk and toss him out,” Cao Yang commanded them with unyielding severity, gesturing towards Ye Chen.