Taking the elevator to the lobby on the first floor, Zhou Wang immediately saw Xue Mingyuan standing motionless in the center of the lobby, like a statue.
But what really shocked Zhou Wang was that after just a few days, Xue Mingyuan had aged so much.
No, it might have been just a moment ago that he underwent such a drastic change...
Silver threads covered his temples, age spots on his face suddenly became so obvious, the once high-spirited man who looked about forty had suddenly turned into a withered old man on the brink of death.
Young Master Zhang and others didn’t feel much difference, even Qiu Zeyu was startled by Xue Mingyuan’s appearance.
Guessing something, Zhou Wang walked over. Hearing the footsteps, Xue Mingyuan slowly turned his head and stood facing Zhou Wang.
"Mr. Xue, you are..."
Zhou Wang’s tentative words were not yet finished when Xue Mingyuan, after taking a deep look at Zhou Wang, suddenly did something that surprised everyone.
Bang!
The dull sound of bones hitting the smooth marble floor echoed in the empty lobby. In front of everyone, Xue Mingyuan’s legs bent, and he knelt straight down in front of Zhou Wang.
The lobby fell silent. Including Zhou Wang, everyone was staring at this scene in shock, showing incredulous expressions.
This was Xue Mingyuan!
A magnate with a net worth of billions, controlling a listed group.
At this moment, he was kneeling in front of Zhou Wang in the most humble manner.
"Mr. Zhou, please... spare our Xue family."
Xue Mingyuan spoke in a low voice, while banging his head on the floor.
Caught off guard, Zhou Wang’s face was full of changing emotions.
He never expected that Xue Mingyuan would be so willing to go this far. Even if there were fewer people in the lobby now, this explosive scene would undoubtedly spread throughout the Beijing Circle at the fastest speed.
Moral coercion? Ulterior motives?
A series of words flashed through Zhou Wang’s mind, making him unable to respond to Xue Mingyuan for a long time.
Threats, ridicule, even hysteria...
"You are not truly regretful; you are merely afraid."
Zhou Wang had anticipated all possible reactions from Xue Mingyuan, even preparing countless mocking words in his heart, including this classic line, but he never expected him to pull such a move.
But it must be said, this unexpected move that was unfit for Xue Mingyuan’s status was indeed tricky. Whether Xue Mingyuan was sincerely repenting or not, he had instantly put Zhou Wang in a difficult position.
Qiu Zeyu had already guessed something. In fact, when Zhou Wang brought out the "Little Blue Bottle," everything was already a foregone conclusion, but Qiu Zeyu didn’t expect it to come so quickly.
What would Zhou Wang do in response?
Qiu Zeyu first felt worried.
He feared that Zhou Wang might soften.
Considering Zhou Wang’s age and Xue Mingyuan’s humble attitude, this was a very likely scenario.
Young Master Zhang and others were also slightly at a loss watching this scene. People like Cheng Qing and Shao Xiaoqi, who were younger, even turned their heads away somewhat unwillingly.
At this moment, Xue Mingyuan did indeed look incredibly pathetic, and with his status, he was completely disregarding any dignity, thoroughly expressing his sincerity in begging for mercy.
Under everyone’s gaze, Zhou Wang looked down and stared at Xue Mingyuan for a long time, the hands of the Round Table Knight watch on his wrist seemed to tick in the silence, as if reminding him.
The sword had been drawn, and taking it back now would only harm oneself.
So finally, Zhou Wang closed his eyes lightly, then spoke calmly:
"Sorry... Mr. Xue, it’s too late."
Xue Mingyuan, with his forehead pressed firmly against the floor, felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss upon hearing these words, his face turning ashen.