Leng Yichen’s sudden arrival made the room instantly fall silent, everyone looked at him in astonishnt, then glanced at Bai Yiran.
Yao Zhiqing was the first to react, eyes sparkling as she stood up, "Mr. Leng, what a distinguished visit!" After speaking, Yao Zhiqing teased the awkward-looking Bai Yiran, "Yiran, you’re not playing fair, bringing your spouse without prior notice, nearly made neglect an important guest!"
Bai Yiran raised an eyebrow, only managing an awkward smile, "I didn’t expect him to co either..."
Leng Yichen’s gaze was grim and his lips turned down, a clear indication of his anger, and quite significant anger at that.
Bai Yiran inwardly lanted, yet her gaze held no evasion because her conscience was clear.
So this is the legendary Leng Yichen!
Most people in the room were seeing Leng Yichen up close for the first ti, and it was clear his charisma surpassed Wu Chengzu, though his icy aura made others wary of approaching, not as affable as Wu Chengzu.
People couldn’t help but wonder, is this cold President Leng just as standoffish at ho? Isn’t Bai Yiran miserable, facing such an icy figure of a husband every day.
It’s often said that being a wealthy family’s wife isn’t easy, outwardly glamorous but often crying in secret.
It stands to reason that even Bai Yiran should be like this, which is why she’d rather work at their small company than take over Huai International.
This is clearly an escape from reality...
Bai Yiran didn’t realize she had beco the object of everyone’s sympathy and pity, her mind still pondering how to explain to Leng Yichen about Wu Chengzu’s presence here.
Yao Zhiqing smiled with her eyes, pointing inside, "Mr. Leng, please co in..." However, when she saw there was no empty seat beside Bai Yiran, her smile froze.
Brother Zhou originally occupied that seat, and since he had no inappropriate thoughts towards Bai Yiran, he had no intention of moving, only his eyes looked at Wu Chengzu.
The legitimate husband is here, yet you have no awareness?
However, evidently, Wu Chengzu had no awareness at all. Even with Leng Yichen present, he leisurely sipped his plum wine, quite at ease, occasionally eting Leng Yichen’s grim gaze without fear, with a strong psychological fortitude.
For a mont, the atmosphere seed frozen, and everyone in the room felt a sense of awkwardness.
"No need!" Leng Yichen said coldly, striding over, reaching out to pull Bai Yiran up from her seat, "Let’s go ho!"
Bai Yiran was taken aback, wanting to say sothing, but upon eting Leng Yichen’s icy gaze capable of freezing, she obediently shut her mouth.
However, in the eyes of clueless colleagues, this scene turned into Bai Yiran being terrified of Leng Yichen, not daring to breathe in his presence.
Again, hearts filled with unspoken sympathy for Bai Yiran, indeed being a wealthy wife isn’t easy.
"Yiran hasn’t finished eating yet, why is Mr. Leng in such a hurry to leave?" Wu Chengzu, who had been silent, finally spoke.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Leng Yichen’s mouth, "It seems Mr. Wu is quite free lately."
Wu Chengzu raised an eyebrow, finally standing to et Leng Yichen’s gaze, "Is Mr. Leng threatening ?"
"Heh!" Leng Yichen sneered, ignoring Wu Chengzu further, his eyes filled with disdain for Wu Chengzu.
"Sorry everyone, we’ll be leaving first." Leng Yichen coldly dropped this statent, holding one of Bai Yiran’s hands, swiftly grabbing her bag and coat with the other, unceremoniously escorting her out of the room.
Not until Leng Yichen left did the people in the room dare to breathe again.
"Truly, Mr. Leng lives up to his na, so cold it’s terrifying..." a female colleague said sheepishly.
Leng Yichen is exceedingly handso, but compared to his icy aura, she still preferred Wu Chengzu’s gentle and polite deanor.
However, the interaction between Wu Chengzu and Leng Yichen just now was really strange, like they were competing for a woman, yet seed to suggest sothing else.
In short, there was sothing off about their dynamic...
For a mont, everyone in the room looked towards Wu Chengzu.
But Wu Chengzu was already acting as if nothing had happened, holding a wine glass, continuing to drink malbec, only his grip on the glass was unconsciously tightening bit by bit.
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