Qin Miaomiao flared up, finally answered the call, and blurted out:
"Sorry, I’m not interested in buying insurance or investing in any financial projects, so please don’t call again, OK?"
On the other end of the line, there was an eerie silence for three seconds, followed by a gentle woman’s voice.
"It’s , Mo Wenwan."
Qin Miaomiao: .....Huh?
Well, this was awkward!
"Miss Qin, at three this afternoon, we’re hosting a callia tea party. All the attendees are high-society ladies. Are you interested?"
Qin Miaomiao replied succinctly, "Sorry, I’m not interested."
Mo Wenwan: ...
Her grip on the phone tightened, veins rising on her hand, yet her voice remained remarkably gentle:
"Miss Qin, a few days ago, I went to France. The scenery there is truly captivating, and there are quite a few intriguing stories. Would you like to hear them?"
France? Hotel? Late-night visit?
Qin Miaomiao instantly recalled that incident involving Lu Qing in France. Mo Wenwan was clever; she didn’t need to spell it out but could easily pique Qin Miaomiao’s curiosity. This woman’s ability to manipulate people’s minds was beyond her expectations.
Her tactics were on a different level compared to the average person.
Since she was being so earnest with her invitation, wouldn’t it be rude not to go?
"Since Miss Mo is so sincere in her invitation, I simply have to oblige."
"That’s wonderful. The address is Morton Manor. Please arrive on ti, Miss Qin."
After hanging up the phone, Qin Miaomiao sent Lu Qing a ssage on WeChat:
"Mo Wenwan invited for afternoon tea. Darling, are you introducing to so admirers again?"
In the car, Lu Qing glanced at her ssage and replied casually:
"You can go if you want, but bring the boss along."
"The boss will outshine ."
"With your beauty, you’re worried about being overshadowed? Take him along; he’ll help you dominate the scene."
Qin Miaomiao read that ssage carefully—"dominate the scene" sounded... hmm, not bad.
The boss was summoned into the room, and Qin Miaomiao asked seriously, "I’m attending a tea party this afternoon. Any suggestions?"
The boss brushed back his hair, raised his eyelids slightly, and smiled alluringly: "That depends on whether the Young Madam wants to stun the entire room or opt for an elegant and noble look. With your beauty, I could transform you into a peerless goddess."
Qin Miaomiao quickly shook her head: "No need for anything so grand. Sothing appropriate will do."
The boss stepped forward, reached out to arrange her hair, and smiled gently. Qin Miaomiao felt as though flowers were blooming around her—her heart trembling fiercely! This woman... no wait, this man... was flirting with her?
Even as a woman, it was difficult to resist!
"What a pity! Since that’s the case, I’ll make an appearance and help redirect so of the attention, stir up so enmity for you."
Qin Miaomiao: .....Haha, sohow, I feel like I’ve been slapped in the face. Being overshadowed by a man as a woman doesn’t seem like sothing to celebrate.
In the CEO’s office, Lu Qing flipped through so docunts—they were all photos of Lu Xingfeng. In the pictures, besides Lu Xingfeng, there were other people present!
"Young Master Lu, Lu Xing and that woman also returned to the country with him. It looks like they’re up to sothing."
Lu Qing lightly tapped his fingers against the desk, his eyes narrowing slightly, a faint tension flitting across his gaze. He responded coldly:
"Have soone track them. Keep a close eye on what he’s planning."
"Track Lu Xing? That guy has a certain devilish charm. He toys with capital operations and once had the heads of several financial clans dancing in circles, making a big haul. By all rights, those people shouldn’t let him off so easily, but he continues to indulge in pleasure without anyone seeking retribution. It’s said he possesses a charm that drives won wild."
Lu Qing’s eyes darkened further, his tone intriguing:
"Keep a very close watch on him."
This Lu Xing was different from Lu Xingfeng—what he was after wasn’t just money.
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