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My god-sister?

Upon hearing those three words, Zhao Xiaohui's heart skipped a beat, a subtle ripple stirring within her. She raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes at Meng Jie with a charming yet coquettish air, exuding allure.

"Why did you have to call me your god-sister?"

She lightly touched the rim of her coffee cup with her fingertips, her tone slightly teasing: "If we're going to acknowledge someone, we should acknowledge Qin Man. She holds the reins of the company and her word is law. Following her will give us more support."

Meng Jie still held his coffee cup, his smile gentle, and his tone sincere: "President Qin has too strong an aura and ruthless methods. I am not worthy of his attention, nor would I dare to approach him easily."

Zhao Xiaohui gave him a deep look, her smile deepening. She picked up the slightly cooled coffee on the table and gently tapped his cup against hers, the crisp sound echoing in his ears: "If you want to admit it, then admit it."

"Sister Xiaohui!" Meng Jie called out with a smile.

"Mm," Zhao Xiaohui replied calmly, her eyes showing a hint of closeness.

"Haha, cheers!"

Meng Jie raised his hand in a gesture, and as soon as he finished speaking, he tilted his head back and drank the latte in one gulp, his movements swift and decisive.

Seeing his carefree demeanor, Zhao Xiaohui smiled and tilted her head back to finish her cold coffee.

Meng Jie immediately stood up and straightened the hem of his clothes: "Come on, Sister Xiao Hui, your brother will treat you to a good meal."

Zhao Xiaohui also stood up and casually asked, "What do you want to eat?"

With a smile, Meng Jie casually picked up the white LV bag from the table next to him and slung it over his shoulder: "Whatever you want to eat, your little brother will treat you!"

"hehe--"

Zhao Xiaohui covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes crinkling as she teased, "Then, if I want to eat dragon meat from heaven, can you do that?"

"Walk!"

Meng Jie laughed and waved his hand, his tone crisp and carefree: "I'll take you to taste dragon meat right now!"

The two walked out of the cafe side by side and arrived at the parking lot outside the park.

Seeing the convertible Bentley with the passenger door opened by the man, Zhao Xiaohui stopped in her tracks, her eyes filled with disbelief: "This is your car?"

Meng Jie smiled and shook his head, saying casually, "It's President Zhou's car. I borrowed it for a few days."

Zhao Xiaohui nodded calmly and didn't ask any more questions.

But as Meng Jie got into the driver's seat, started the car, and the engine roared to life, she turned her head, glared at him, and said, "This is your car!"

"Um!"

Meng Jie nodded: "It's my car!"

Zhao Xiaohui smiled and moved a few inches closer to him, instantly closing the distance between them to less than ten centimeters, where they could clearly hear each other's breathing.

A sly smile played in her eyes: "Why don't you stop making excuses?"

"It's no use trying to deny it. I can't hide it from the clever Sister Xiaohui." Meng Jie chuckled, lightly pressed the accelerator, and the Bentley smoothly drove away from the parking lot.

"hehe."

Zhao Xiaohui smiled smugly and slowly said, "Do you know where your biggest weakness lies?"

Meng Jie feigned ignorance: "Where?"

"The car's exterior is brand new and shiny, without a single sign of use, which is fine."

Zhao Xiaohui analyzed the situation logically, looking every bit like a detective: "But how many kilometers have you driven? Less than two hundred!"

"Even if you're very close, you shouldn't lend your new car to a friend like this, right?"

"Besides, you know your place and how to behave appropriately; you wouldn't borrow someone else's new car!"

Meng Jie smiled and gave a thumbs up: "Sister Xiao Hui, you're amazing! You're practically the reincarnation of Fatty Di!"

"Snapped!"

Zhao Xiaohui reached out and gently patted his arm, then glared at the man playfully, "Are you deliberately insulting me by calling me fat?"

"How could I dare!"

Meng Jie quickly waved his hands and begged for mercy. While waiting at a red light, he sincerely glanced at the woman's figure and praised her from the bottom of his heart: "Although Sister Xiao Hui's figure is not as extremely slender as a supermodel, she is tall and well-proportioned with gentle curves. She is exactly the type that men find most attractive. Everything about her is just right."

Today, Zhao Xiaohui wore a beige knitted long dress. The dress was fitted but not tight, perfectly outlining her smooth and graceful figure.

Her shoulders and neck are soft and slender, her waist is so small you could wrap your hands around it, her posture is upright yet gentle, and her long, straight black hair falls over her shoulders, making her eyebrows and eyes even more gentle and soft. She exudes an intellectual and quiet temperament, like a spring breeze, calm and elegant.

"hehe."

Being praised for her figure so directly and sincerely by the man, Zhao Xiaohui couldn't help but feel happy. She couldn't hide the smile on her lips, but her tone was a bit self-deprecating: "I'm getting old, and my skin isn't as good as young girls'. If I had money, I'd go get hyaluronic acid injections to maintain my figure."

"My sister isn't old at all."

When it comes to sweet talk for women, Meng Jie can say things like, "You look amazing, like you've been blessed by time. You're more attractive than a twenty-year-old girl. It's a gentle beauty that comes with maturity."

"Hahaha--"

Zhao Xiaohui couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing: "With that mouth of yours, no wonder you're so successful in sales."

Instead of rushing to eat, Meng Jie drove his convertible Bentley slowly around the city.

Just like yesterday, the eye-catching luxury car and stylish convertible design attracted the attention of countless passersby.

As the car owner, Meng Jie wore a pair of black-rimmed sunglasses that covered his eyebrows and eyes, making it impossible to see his expression. However, he exuded a casual yet noble air, attracting frequent glances from passersby. Men envied him, and women admired him.

Zhao Xiaohui sat in the passenger seat. Although she was past her youth, her graceful figure and gentle, intellectual temperament attracted countless eyes. The men's eyes were filled with amazement and greed, while the women were full of envy and jealousy.

Ignoring the various stares, Meng Jie remained calm and composed, stopping at red lights and going at green lights, focusing solely on driving.

Zhao Xiaohui, on the other hand, was completely different. She didn't need to worry about driving and kept an eye on the people outside the window the whole time, her heart filled with turmoil.

She could read the envy and jealousy in those eyes, and she knew that this glory came entirely from the man beside her.

She knew in her heart that Meng Jie was young and promising, and his words and actions were always pleasant to behold, making him an exceptionally outstanding person.

Based on her thirty years of life experience, such a thoughtful man must be a seasoned lover, a free spirit.

Once he latches onto me, I'll be completely devoured, leaving not even a bone fragment behind.

But I'm a woman who's already thirty-one years old...

At worst, just consider it as being bitten by a dog!

Thinking this way, Zhao Xiaohui felt much better and began to enjoy the scenery that didn't belong to her at that moment more naturally.

After circling around, Meng Jie smiled and drove the car back to its original spot: "Sister Xiao Hui, how was it? Are you full?"

"I'm full!"

"I ate a bellyful of northwest wind."

Zhao Xiaohui rolled her eyes at him with a smile, reached for her bag, took out a wet wipe to clean her hands, and said reproachfully, "How dare you ask me if I'm full?"

"Didn't Sister Xiaohui want to eat dragon meat?"

Meng Jie joked with a laugh, "I took you through all the traffic, and you didn't take the opportunity to eat your fill, so who can you blame but yourself?"

"hehe--"

"You're just being cheeky."

Zhao Xiaohui unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car: "I know this place well, I'll take you to eat something delicious."

The two walked until they arrived at a bustling street food stall.

It's lunchtime now, and the restaurant is bustling with activity and full of lively atmosphere.

Zhao Xiaohui walked confidently towards the middle-aged woman behind the counter, her tone familiar: "Sister Lin, are there any private rooms available?"

"Xiao Hui is here."

Upon seeing regular customers, Sister Lin warmly greeted them, "There are private rooms upstairs, you can go up there."

Zhao Xiaohui nodded: "Then I'll order first."

Her gaze swept over the menu that had been hanging on the wall for who knows how many years, then she turned to the man behind her: "What would you like to eat?"

Meng Jie smiled and shook his head: "I'm easygoing, I'm not picky about food."

Zhao Xiaohui didn't mince words and said directly, "Five catties of spicy crayfish, and a few of my usual favorite dishes."

"Okay!"

Sister Lin smiled and agreed, "You can go up there, I'll get it done for you right away."

After taking a couple of steps, Zhao Xiaohui suddenly turned around: "Sister Lin, do you have any cold beer?"

Sister Lin smiled and pointed to the freezer: "The weather's so hot right now, of course we have some!"

Zhao Xiaohui smiled and said, "Then bring up six bottles first, and we'll get more after we finish drinking them."

The two entered the private room, and Meng Jie casually pulled up a chair and sat down, taking the initiative to speak: "Sister Xiaohui, I drove here, why are you making me drink?"

Zhao Xiaohui pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down, looking up at him with a playful glint in her eyes: "Are you sure you don't want to drink?"

"drink!"

Meng Jie immediately agreed: "Although my brother is a rough man, he still understands one principle!"

"I dare not refuse my elder sister's gift; if Sister Hui insists on drinking, I will certainly keep her company to the very end!"

It's better to be a mature woman around thirty years old. She's insightful and sensible, and you don't have to rack your brains to coax a young girl like you would.

Everyone knows the unspoken agreement!

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