I run a hotel in Huangshan

Chapter 52 Heroine
Han Qingyue was just about to talk to Peng Ruilin when she saw Feng Guotao running towards her with firm and anxious steps.

Han Qingyue was still not back, and he was worried so he came over. Seeing her messy hair and disheveled clothes, he thought she had suffered a loss. Before he could even stand still, he asked, "Mr. Han, how are you? What happened?"

"I'm fine, but I'm afraid this gentleman and this lady..." Han Qingyue smiled and looked in the direction where the man fell.

After a while, the man struggled to his feet. His cheeks were red, his hair was messy, and two buttons on his shirt were missing. He looked very embarrassed. However, Ge Jiajia, who had been standing behind the man, was gone.

Han Qingyue didn't bother to pay attention, thinking that she probably ran away while they were talking.

Looking at the situation, Feng Guotao almost guessed what had happened. It seemed that he had been negligent.

"Mr. Han, do you want to call the police? Or let me teach him a lesson!" Feng Guotao knew that his boss had not suffered any loss, but he didn't want to let the man off.

"No need, let him go. I don't think he dares to mess with me again! But I have to ask you, why did Ge Jiajia appear in the hotel? Is she also the guest you invited tonight?" Han Qingyue asked.

"Ge Jiajia, are you talking about the daughter of Ge Jiancheng, chairman of W Group? I invited his father, but his father didn't come due to something, so I guess she came to the banquet on his behalf. However, I didn't notice her at the cocktail party just now. Mr. Han, do you know her?" Feng Guotao asked, not knowing the reason.

"I don't know him, I was just asking casually." Han Qingyue didn't want to talk about Jiang Yunkai anymore, so she didn't say much.

After hearing Han Qingyue say to let him go, the man left without looking back.

The cocktail party was still going on, but Han Qingyue had no interest in socializing and was ready to go back to her room to rest.

Peng Ruilin and Feng Guotao sent Han Qingyue back to the room. Feng Guotao retreated to the outer room, leaving only Han Qingyue and Peng Ruilin in the inner room.

There was silence all around. Peng Ruilin's face was gloomy. He said nothing and just stared at Han Qingyue without blinking.

Han Qingyue felt uncomfortable being stared at by him and whispered, "Peng Ruilin, thank you for what you did just now..."

As a public figure and entertainment star, he just saved her without caring about his image, which could not help but move her.

"Han Qingyue, you really impressed me just now. You are so amazing! With such skills, I didn't expect you to be a martial artist!" He finally spoke.

"I practiced Wing Chun and even won a championship." Han Qingyue's voice gradually became quieter and quieter, finally turning into a mutter. She knew that Peng Ruilin cared about her, so she didn't pay much attention to his tone.

Peng Ruilin regained his composure and said sternly, "Han Qingyue, you're getting cocky just because I praised you a few times? What's wrong with you practicing Wing Chun? Do you think you're a female warrior? Can you defeat anyone in the world? That man was caught off guard by you just now. He didn't have time to react, so he kept dodging and was at a disadvantage. When he recovers, you may not be his match!"

In Peng Ruilin's opinion, compared with men, women are inherently weaker. Even if she has practiced, the strength of men is still there. If he had not appeared in time, she and the man would both suffer losses.

The thought that she might be in danger made his heart tighten.

Han Qingyue was stunned. He clearly cared about her, yet he acted so fiercely. In this respect, he was very similar to Lu Siqing.

Han Qingyue bit her lip, feeling very sorry. She was not weak to begin with, and after three years of experience in the business world, she had become more and more strong-willed and unwilling to be bullied by anyone.

Peng Ruilin was hurt by her expression. He walked up to her, gently put his arm around her shoulders, and spoke in a much softer tone, "Lady, don't do this again. I'll protect you!" "Who asked you to protect me? I..."

Han Qingyue stopped talking halfway because she didn't want to provoke him.

"I know you have Lu Siqing and that Mr. Zhou by your side. Although I have feelings for you, I don't want to compete with them. However, it's okay for me to be your friend, or even your brother, right? You won't even refuse this request, right?" Peng Ruilin's tone was filled with helplessness. He had no confidence in conquering this seemingly gentle but actually tough woman.

"Of course, from today on, you are my, Han Qingyue's, buddy!" Han Qingyue said proudly.

Peng Ruilin chuckled and continued, "Haha, I'm honored to be Mr. Han's buddy! But you have to be smarter in the future. You don't have to use your fists to teach people a lesson."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!" Facing Peng Ruilin's concerned gaze, Han Qingyue nodded.

Peng Ruilin then smiled with satisfaction and patted her head like a little pet.

Han Qingyue waved her fist in dissatisfaction and glared at him. Her eyes were large and sparkling, and to Peng Ruilin, she looked like she was being cute.

Peng Ruilin didn't know that based on Han Qingyue's behavior when she was in school, she would definitely kick the man a few more times today, then have someone carry him away and beat him up in a deserted corner.

But now she is the general manager of Qingxin. With this identity, her every move represents Qingxin, not herself. She doesn't want to cause trouble or attract criticism. However, Han Qingyue has made up her mind that if Ge Jiajia causes trouble again, she will teach her a lesson.

"I'm going back first. I'm in the suite next to yours. Call me anytime if you need anything." Seeing that it was getting late, Peng Ruilin prepared to leave. After being with this woman for so long, he was afraid that he would be unable to control his feelings and feel a throbbing sensation.

Han Qingyue stood up and walked Peng Ruilin to the door and said goodbye to him. As soon as she turned around, Peng Ruilin came back and called her, saying mysteriously: "Qingyue, if you don't dare to sleep alone at night, you can ask me to accompany you..." After saying that, he gave Han Qingyue a meaningful look.

Han Qingyue thought he had something serious to say when he came back, but he didn't expect her to say such shameless words. She was neither anxious nor annoyed, but smiled wickedly and said, "Okay, you can come over, my fist will receive you well!"

Peng Ruilin stuck out his tongue and rolled his eyes at her. "You're such a boring woman. You can't even take a joke! Okay, I'm leaving!"

After seeing Peng Ruilin off, Han Qingyue returned to her room and called Feng Guotao to ask about his relationship with the chairman of W Group.

She knew that anyone attending the cocktail party tonight had to have an invitation signed by Feng Guotao, the general manager of the Qingxin Hotel's Linshi branch. Feng Guotao had invited the W Group boss to the cocktail party, so he probably had some connections with him.

Feng Guotao was startled when his boss asked about Ge Jianshe, then immediately explained the situation. As Han Qingyue had expected, he and Ge Jianshe had some connections. Ge Jianshe was not only an invited guest at the reception, but would also attend the opening ceremony the next day.

After hearing his answer, Han Qingyue couldn't help but sigh, "This world is so small." Feng Guotao knew Ge Jianshe and was friends with him. But when you think about it, it's not surprising; everyone in the business world is more or less connected.

Although Feng Guotao's answer was reasonable, Han Qingyue still doubted Ge Jiajia's purpose in attending the cocktail party on behalf of her father. Perhaps she had learned her identity through Jiang Yunkai, and her reason for attending the cocktail party was not the wine, but her.

Oh no! Since he came prepared, would there be another move? For a moment, Han Qingyue felt a little uneasy. She regretted letting her and her bodyguard go.

(End of this chapter)