"Are you shy?" Leng Yan wrapped his arm around her waist and laughed.
"Stop it, I’m tying a tie." She twisted around to avoid his touch, and the tie got crooked.
"Forget it, I’m not wearing a suit anyway, no need." He caught her hand and kissed it, holding her waist tightly as he almost dragged her outside, "Let’s go eat, see if you like it there?"
"Miss Ji, I didn’t expect you to honor us with your presence."
In a platinum-class hotel private room, Ji Wei sat at the dining table with a faint smile on her lips, but her heart was unusually irritable. A man’s hand landed on her bare shoulder, blowing into her ear, "Have a drink?"
"Mr. Zhou." Ji Wei smiled awkwardly, raised her glass to clink with him, and sipped tentatively.
"Deep feelings, drink it all; shallow feelings, just a lick." Mr. Zhou was obviously not satisfied with her action, his large hand gently sliding over her shoulder, "Is our connection that shallow?"
"Mr. Zhou." Ji Wei was nauseated by the hairy hand, instinctively wanting to refuse, but she gritted her teeth and endured it, deliberately standing up to avoid his hand, lifting her glass and downing it in one gulp, her cheeks flushing instantly. As she tilted the glass downwards, not a drop remained.
Applause filled the room: "Miss Ji can really hold her liquor."
Ji Wei couldn’t hold it any longer, put down her glass, and pressed one hand against her mouth. She waved the other hand to excuse herself, her body swaying as she walked out.
"I’ll go check on her." A female celebrity who had been drinking with them hastily followed her out.
Reaching the VIP restroom, Ji Wei finally released the hand over her mouth, glaring at the woman who had followed her, "Weren’t you just inviting for dinner? Why are there so many people?"
The woman who followed her was Mo Jing, a faded star. She had helped Ji Wei when Ji Wei first entered the industry, and they still had a decent relationship. Later, Ji Wei moved to Qingcheng, while Mo Jing stayed at her original company, sidelined due to too many scandals, with not many roles to play.
This evening, Ji Wei suddenly received a call from her, asking her to join for a al. Ji Wei’s mood was terrible today, her mind filled with scenes of Leng Yan and Wen Nuan’s affection at ho. Unable to stand the frustration, she agreed to the invitation. But upon arriving, her first feeling was that she had been deceived.
Several n were seated in the luxurious private room, introduced to her one by one by Mo Jing, including so Taiwanese businessn and so from the Mainland.
It turns out, these n had admired her for a long ti. One was Mo Jing’s sponsor, and upon hearing of Mo Jing’s good relationship with Ji Wei, specifically asked Mo Jing to invite her over.
"You really speak for , Mo Jing, I never thought even you would deceive ."
Seeing Mo Jing remain silent, Ji Wei grew more furious, "You’re not going to say anything, huh? Fine, I’ll leave now!"
When she ca out earlier, she had already grabbed her bag, so she could leave without any reservations.
"Ji Wei." Mo Jing quickly grabbed her hand, "For my sake, just stay and finish this al with . I’m really helpless here, haven’t I always been with Mr. Xin? These people are all his friends; they’ve ntioned it several tis before, wanting to et you. I couldn’t decline anymore, or else Mr. Xin would hold it against too."
"Just for your Mr. Xin, you sold out?" Ji Wei grew more infuriated as she spoke.
None in this group was any good. Every single eye was lustfully fixed on her. Especially that Mr. Zhou, Zhou Boliang—he purposely touched her shoulder during the toast, and just now at the table, he even daringly tried to touch her leg with his hairy paw, scaring her into desperately dodging to the side.
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