Suddenly, soone rushed forward, and Fu Chenlie instinctively halted his steps.
Liu Jing stood in front of him, completely ignoring Wen Ran’s presence, and eagerly started a conversation: "Mr. Fu, it’s , Liu Jing. We t in the private karaoke room the other day. I called you yesterday, but it was too late—you were already asleep and didn’t pick up."
She skillfully introduced herself, conveniently leaving out the fact that Wen Ran had answered the call.
Wen Ran’s lips twitched.
She stood numbly behind Fu Chenlie, her peripheral vision catching him as he assessed Liu Jing’s face.
To be honest, in the past, Fu Chenlie wouldn’t even spare a glance at won who approached him like this.
But today...
His peripheral vision shifted toward Wen Ran behind him and noticed her staring at Liu Jing with an expression that seed like she was silently competing, even with a trace of forced composure. Finding it amusing, he suddenly felt like playing along.
The man’s gaze lingered on Liu Jing’s face as he coldly spoke, "Ms. Liu, is there sothing you need from ?"
Liu Jing hadn’t expected him to respond and imdiately smiled even more brightly. "Mr. Fu, are you free tonight? I’d like to invite you to dinner. Is that okay?"
"Sure." His thin lips uttered the word with a sexy, aristocratic tone.
Liu Jing hadn’t expected her invitation to be accepted so easily, almost letting out a squeal, "Really?"
Fu Chenlie responded with a simple "Mm": "But I’ll need to bring my driver along. After all, having dinner typically involves drinking, and Ms. Liu should know it’s illegal to drive after drinking."
"That’s fine. I’ll invite you and Wen Ran to dinner. After all, we all know each other, and Wen Ran was even my high school classmate."
"Alright, thank you for your generosity, Ms. Liu."
With that, he lifted his foot and continued walking toward his car.
Liu Jing followed him, testing the waters further: "Mr. Fu, could I ride in your car with you?"
Wen Ran instinctively turned to look at Fu Chenlie when she heard this.
That damned man wouldn’t actually make her ferry him and another woman around again, would he?!
Fu Chenlie noticed the subtle shift in her expression, his lips curving faintly upward in secret, and then glanced at Liu Jing.
Liu Jing chuckled awkwardly as she explained, "It’s just more convenient if we go to the restaurant together."
The man’s face remained cold and detached: "Sorry, I’m not accustod to sharing a car with people I’m unfamiliar with. Ms. Liu, just send the restaurant address to my driver. See you at the restaurant."
He rejected Liu Jing partly because he rembered the incident when Wen Ran was upset after being forced to drive Xu Tong ho and later complained to him with a wronged expression. Partly because he didn’t want won like Liu Jing dirtying his car. And partly because Wen Ran’s irritated pout was amusing—he didn’t want to fuel her anger any further.
After all, won are prone to harming their health when overly stressed.
Moderation is key.
Liu Jing responded promptly, "No problem, I’ll send the restaurant address to Wen Ran right away."
He gave a nonchalant "Mm" in reply.
By then, Wen Ran had already walked ahead, reached the car, and climbed into the driver’s seat, starting the engine before Fu Chenlie even got into the car.
As soon as Fu Chenlie sat down, she imdiately drove off.
At that mont, he was still fastening his seatbelt.
Realizing that the woman in the driver’s seat was obviously venting her anger, he calmly reminded her in his low voice, "Driving safely should be your priority. Don’t let your temper get in the way. If I get into an accident, you couldn’t afford to compensate for it."
Wen Ran said nothing.
Who wants to talk to him?
That damned man!
A man who would respond to any random woman trying to hit on him—what a damned man!
So disgusting, absolutely disgusting!
Is he blind?
Ignoring CEO Zhou, an outstanding woman who’s both gorgeous and intelligent, only to actively respond to soone like Liu Jing—a typical green tea bitch. Is it true that all n are into Liu Jing’s type?!
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