Song Muyu laughed.
But her heart turned cold in an instant, as if she were surrounded by the cold and desolate snow.
Song Xun’s "good little sister" carried an extra weight in her voice, brimming with mockery.
This was typical of Song Xun’s attitude toward her, always laced with insinuations.
Song Muyu took the glass of wine from President Chen and said, "President Chen, here’s to you too. I’ll down mine, you do as you please."
After she spoke, she downed her drink in one go.
"Quite the drinker, little sister," President Chen said upon seeing Song Muyu finish her glass. As a grown man, he felt compelled to drink as well, laughing as he spoke, "I’ll down mine, dying in the company of a beauty!"
Song Muyu only offered a faint smile, particularly disliking the phrase "in the company of a beauty."
Because n sotis sounded so frivolous.
But that was business for you, and she was used to it.
President Chen’s gaze was offensive, but she tolerated it.
Song Muyu slightly smiled and said, "President Chen, you are truly generous, a real man. I’ll drink another one to you!"
As she spoke, she reached for the bottle to pour more wine, but the hostess anticipated her move and poured it first.
"Thank you," Song Muyu said politely and gently to the girl.
"Miss Song, you’re too kind," the hostess replied with a smile.
Song Xun’s brows were tightly knitted, her eyes darkened, and she emitted a chilling aura that brought a noticeable drop in temperature.
The hostess dared not co closer.
Pei Liyan glanced subtly at Song Xun.
Song Xun also looked up to et Pei Liyan’s gaze; although silent, their eyes communicated volus.
Pei Liyan raised his glass as a cue for her to drink.
Song Xun’s gaze was indifferent as she also sipped her drink.
President Chen, finding Song Muyu stunningly beautiful and robust in character, raised his glass, saying, "Little sister, having such a beautiful girl toast is truly an honor."
Song Muyu looked at the man watching her, slightly smiled, and said, "Thank you, this one is on . Let’s not drink too much after this. I won’t disturb you guys any further with business talks, and after this glass, I should make my way over there!"
Song Muyu clinked glasses with President Chen, then addressed everyone, "To all of you!"
She then finished her drink.
"What a refreshing person you are, little sister. Leave a calling card, will you?" President Chen said with a smile.
Song Muyu looked at him, took out her business card from her small bag, and handed one to each of them.
Naturally, she also gave one to Pei Liyan.
As President Chen walked her to the door, he shook her hand and didn’t let go, his touch lingering.
Song Muyu looked down at the hand being held, her eyes sharp. She tugged the corner of her mouth, looking at President Chen.
President Chen, far from embarrassed, actually looked quite pleased with himself. "Little sister, let’s chat."
Song Xun’s gaze sharply swept toward the door, noting their clasped hands, his lips tightened as he then lowered his head and took a big gulp of wine.
Song Muyu spoke in a low voice, "I have other things to attend to, maybe so other day."
After that, she forcefully pulled her hand back.
President Chen watched her go, his eyes filled with longing and a bit of reluctance. Once back, he turned to Song Xun, unable to read any expression on his face, and asked, "Brother Song, does your sister have a boyfriend?"
Song Xun’s grip on the glass tightened slightly as he looked up sharply at President Chen, then snickered softly.
"Why? Fancy taking a shot at my sister?"
Taken aback by the question, President Chen felt a bit awkward, but as a businessman, he quickly eased the tension with a smile, "Fair ladies inspire gentlemanly pursuits."
Song Xun just looked at President Chen, his deep and calm eyes veiling his emotions.
President Chen felt the atmosphere turn chilly, sensing that he might have touched a nerve.
At that mont, Song Xun lit a cigarette; the lighter clicked as it ignited, then he threw it on the table and took a deep drag.
Then, he leaned back into the sofa chair, almost sinking into it, with the cigarette held by his slender fingers, its tip glowing intermittently.
He said, "Don’t set your sights on my sister."
His words, casual in tone, carried a chilling warning.
President Chen froze and looked at Song Xun, then at Pei Liyan.
Pei Liyan, as before, maintained a cold, aloof deanor, his eyes emitting a faint icy chill, utterly unsettling as he looked at President Chen.
President Chen hesitated for a mont, then suddenly laughed, "Ah, so it’s Mr. Pei who’s taken an interest in Miss Song, eh? That’s okay then, I understand, I won’t make another move."
"You misunderstand," Pei Liyan said sternly, "I’m just friends with Miss Song. For you to say so, President Chen, is to disrespect both the lady and Brother Song."
President Chen paused, looking at Pei Liyan who sat relaxed and noble in the overwhelming atmosphere. Coming from Qingcheng, his stature was considerable.
Yet he said this. What did he an?
President Chen looked again at Pei Liyan; the man was strikingly handso, with defined features and strong presence, effortlessly compelling.
Could this man really not be interested in Song Xun’s sister?
He smiled slightly and said, "President Pei, I understand you respect won, but fair ladies inspire gentlemanly pursuits. If you’re not interested, why not leave her to ?"
Pei Liyan’s thin lips curved slightly, suggesting a trace of cold amusent, he said sternly, "President Chen, it seems you can’t even listen properly, which makes wonder how you manage your business!"
President Chen and the n beside him were taken aback.
One of them, a man in his forties, slamd his glass onto the table.
This sound made everyone in the room pause.
Pei Liyan’s gaze swept over them, his face devoid of emotion.
He stood up and said coldly, "We have no common ground."
"What do you an, Mr. Pei?" President Chen, also slightly angered, demanded clearer words.
Being a businessman from outside, even if he was influential in Qingcheng, this was Liancheng, where even a mighty dragon wouldn’t suppress the local snakes, and he was being overly arrogant.
With a few friends by his side, President Chen felt confident enough not to hold back.
anwhile, Song Xun also slamd his glass onto the table.
With another snap, everyone paused again, this ti turning to Song Xun.
"What would you like Mr. Pei to say? Shall I say it?" Song Xun offered.
President Chen paused again. "Brother Song, what do you an?"
"Feeling itchy, fancy a fight," Song Xun said, glancing at Pei Liyan. "What about you, Brother Pei?"
"Coincidentally, so do I," Pei Liyan said with a slight smile, starting to take off his suit jacket.
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