Chapter 91 – Buying the Restaurant

Chaos erupted within the restaurant. A wave of servers surged toward the private dining room in unison.

Su Nian leaned lazily against the wall, blinking slowly as she crossed her arms and wore a faint, mocking smile. Her eyes gleamed with vengeful ecstasy and madness.

"Su Wanwan, you should really thank me for this generous gift," she murmured.

"People like you have no place in such a distinguished establishment."

"Someone like you deserves nothing better than this garbage!"

Her gaze landed on a black bottle on the table. She tore off a dozen tissues and carefully wrapped her hand until not a single inch of skin was exposed. With evident disgust, she picked up the bottle and tossed it into the trash.

Goosebumps surfaced visibly along her exposed arms. After disposing of the item, she rushed to the restroom to wash her hands.

When she stepped out, the entire restaurant had gathered outside Su Wanwan's private room. Even the guests had stopped eating, clamoring for refunds.

"This place looked clean, but the hygiene is appalling!"

"I feel sick just hearing about it—what about the poor people who actually ate the food!"

Su Nian mingled into the crowd, her delight almost overflowing. The thought of having finally brought Su Wanwan down filled her with unspeakable satisfaction. All the frustration of the past evaporated in an instant.

"I've dined here several times and never seen anything like this. Could this be a misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding? The guests saw it with their own eyes!"

Someone asked curiously, "What exactly happened?"

"If you don't know, you'd better leave now. If I tell you, you'll probably vomit your breakfast."

"No worries, I've got a strong stomach!"

"I heard there were... dead mice and cockroaches in the dish..."

"Holy hell, I'm going to be sick!"

At that moment, a car pulled up outside. A man in a suit, with a name badge pinned to his chest, hurried in. He had been out procuring ingredients when he received the urgent call from the restaurant and rushed back immediately.

"Make way, make way, I'm the manager."

The crowd parted swiftly, eager to see how the drama would unfold. Dozens craned their necks at the doorway, trying to get a look inside.

Su Wanwan emerged from the room, accompanied by Fu Liangmu, who wore a face mask.

Su Nian immediately rose on her toes for a better look, but to her dismay, Su Wanwan's expression remained calm and composed. Her brows furrowed instantly.

The manager quickly said, "Excuse me, I'll conduct a check."

He approached the dish and, to his horror, uncovered five or six foreign objects.

"What's going on here?" he roared, turning to the waiter who had served the dish.

The waiter looked as though his soul had fled—his face pale as paper, his legs trembling. Had someone not been supporting him, he would've collapsed.

"I... I don't know... I just served it. The dish came straight from the kitchen."

The manager spun around. "Where's the chef who prepared this?"

"Get out here!"

The chef, wearing a tall hat, stepped forward and declared, "Manager, I have no idea how this happened."

"You cooked it—how can you not know?"

The manager's heart pounded in dread. Such a severe hygiene scandal was no small matter. The restaurant had only been open for half a month—they hadn't even secured a loyal clientele yet. This was a devastating blow.

Su Wanwan spoke coldly, "How could a dish contain so many egregious mistakes? Instead of speculating, why not check the surveillance footage?"

It was obvious—this was no accident.

The manager froze, then offered an awkward smile. "I'm terribly sorry, miss. We just opened, and the kitchen surveillance hasn't been fully installed yet, so..."

"We deeply regret this incident. It's certainly not what we intended. Fortunately, you hadn't eaten the food..."

The moment Su Nian heard that Su Wanwan hadn't eaten, her features froze in shock.

Someone nearby whispered, "If she didn't eat it, how did she even find out?"

"They say the moment the dish was served, she sensed something was wrong. The waiter even argued with her for a bit. Then she tasted it... well, you can imagine the rest."

"Impressive. Must be someone who knows her way around a kitchen."

"If it had been me, I probably would've eaten it without noticing anything..."

The manager, sweating under mounting pressure from all sides, forced a smile.

"How about this? Today's meal is on the house. From now on, the two of you dine here free for life. How does that sound?"

Su Wanwan replied coolly, "I'm not interested in free meals."

"Whoever could access the kitchen so easily must be someone from your own staff."

The manager looked helpless. Even if he tore the heavens apart, he still couldn't identify the saboteur.

"Miss, please..."

Fu Liangmu's gaze was icy, his presence commanding. The chill radiating from his features was suffocating, an abyss that drew people in, leaving them breathless and unable to escape.

"No more nonsense."

The manager blinked. "Then you mean..."

Before he could finish the sentence, Fu Liangmu interrupted coldly:

"Shut it down."

The manager nodded instantly. "Yes, yes, we'll close for two days and thoroughly investigate—"

But that wasn't what Fu Liangmu meant.

He turned his gaze toward the manager.

"Flatten the place."

The manager was stunned. "What?"

Fu Liangmu pulled out his phone and made a call. The line connected instantly.

"This location—buy it out," he said.

"Yes, President!"

He looked at the manager. "Within thirty minutes, take everyone and get out."

The manager stood frozen, disbelief plastered across his face.

Whispers rippled through the crowd.

"Is that... a flying cow?"

"Is he delusional? This place belongs to the Li family and he thinks he can just buy it? Dream on."

"Too many overbearing CEO dramas, I swear!"

Just then, the manager's phone rang. He picked it up with trembling hands, accidentally pressing speaker mode.

"Is this Bashan Night Rain Restaurant?"

The manager wiped sweat from his brow. "Yes, yes..."

"Apologies. This restaurant and the entire plot of land have been purchased. Please evacuate all staff and guests within thirty minutes. We will cover all losses."

The laughter in the restaurant vanished in an instant.

Only the sound of the manager's heavy, panicked breathing remained.

"I..."

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The call ended before he could utter another word.

Everyone stared at Fu Liangmu in terror, instinctively taking a step back.

Those who had mocked him now covered their mouths in horror.

Just who was this man...

Something belonging to the Li family—he could acquire it with a single phone call?