"Wen Nian, wait for a second... my legs are killing ..."
Tang Xiaohua said this aningfully for Tang Xiaohua to hear; when she passed by Tang Xiaohua, her gaze fluttered bashfully and bewilderedly.
Tang Xiaohua watched, not sure if it was just Bai Qiantan’s imagination, but she seed to see the corner of Tang Xiaohua’s mouth twitch upward.
Just for a mont... as if she saw through her acting.
Looking closely again, her face was expressionless.
"..."
Bai Qiantan moved closer to Wen Nian, subconsciously wanting to take Wen Nian’s hand, only to have Wen Nian glance at her sideways,
"I don’t like it."
Although he spoke softly, Bai Qiantan truly worried that Tang Xiaohua behind them might hear. She made a face at Wen Nian and muttered quietly,
"Tch, like I enjoy touching you..."
The three of them walked towards the reception building’s evening banquet hall.
The servants had already set the tableware, and the flowers on the banquet table were bright and fragrant.
"Mr. President, good evening."
The manager in charge of the banquet hall, dressed in a proper tailcoat and carrying a delicate silk napkin, bowed respectfully to Wen Nian,
"Miss Bai, good evening."
"Hello, Manager Tong."
Bai Qiantan also greeted.
They walked to the head table, with Tang Xiaohua standing about three ters away from Wen Nian against the wall.
Following their steps were Wen Liangyu and Bai Qiantan’s father, Bai Cangqiong, the chairman of the G Country Business and Politics Association.
"Mr. President."
"Chairman Bai."
"Father."
"Grandfather, good evening."
After exchanging greetings, Manager Tong led them to their respective seats.
Wen Liangyu glanced at the head seat where Wen Nian was sitting, his eyes shifted slightly, and then he sat down in a guest seat with a smile.
"Old Mr. Wen, Chairman Bai, good evening, we are late."
Following closely behind Wen Liangyu and Bai Cangqiong were Vice President Zhuo Ting and...
"Xiangqiao, call the people."
"Old Mr. Wen, hello, Chairman Bai, hello, Mr. President, good evening."
As Song Xiangqiao, holding Vice President Zhuo Ting’s hand, entered, Tang Xiaohua squinted her eyes... she couldn’t quite understand what was going on.
Song Xiangqiao’s gaze lingered on Bai Qiantan for a mont, "This is..."
Bai Qiantan squinted her eyes, smiling a bit, and stood up proactively,
"Bai Qiantan. Miss Song, we have t before."
"Ah! The daughter of Chairman Bai, sorry, sorry, I..."
"It’s okay, Manager Tong, bring the Vice President and... oh, is Miss Song now the President’s wife?"
Song Xiangqiao looked at Zhuo Ting, softly saying,
"We are engaged."
Bai Qiantan nodded, "Then please take a seat, soon-to-be Vice President’s wife."
She said each word clearly.
Song Xiangqiao sat next to Bai Qiantan, looked at Wen Nian, and said, "Mr. President is still as handso and dashing as ever..."
Bai Qiantan blocked Song Xiangqiao’s line of sight with a glass of wine, moved her lips, and whispered,
"Second Miss Song really epitomizes... settling for second best."
Song Xiangqiao’s expression changed slightly,
Bai Qiantan continued in a low voice, as if sharing an interesting secret with Song Xiangqiao, "But this ’second best’ is also too... Vice President Zhuo is already at that age... can he still perform?"
Song Xiangqiao took a deep breath, if she got provoked by just a couple of words from Bai Qiantan, her ntal fortitude would be too weak.
She smiled slightly, raised the glass in front of her, clinked it against Bai Qiantan’s glass obstructing her view, and turned to speak to Bai Qiantan. But out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Tang Xiaohua standing two or three ters behind Wen Nian—
Her pupils dilated rapidly, and the wine from her glass spilled!
"Impossible!"
She banged the table and stood up!
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