Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

As Tang Cheng got up to go to the restroom, Han Xuanxuan seized the opportunity and swiftly moved into the empty seat he had vacated.

Guo Zhixu frowned immediately, his tone unfriendly: "Han Xuanxuan, what are you doing here?"

Their inner circle isn't a place where just anyone can squeeze in and sit.

During casual conversations, we sometimes say things that are inconvenient to share, or discuss matters that our elders have instructed us to do.

Especially since Han Xuanxuan is the daughter of the president of Bashi Daily, although she is also a second-generation official, in a sense she is half a media person, so they are naturally wary of her.

"What?" Han Xuanxuan turned her head to look at him, her eyes still slightly drunk, but her mind was working quickly. "What kind of national secrets are you gentlemen talking about, or the inside story of some project? Are you so afraid of people overhearing?"

"Don't try to play these tricks on us," Guo Zhixu said bluntly. "This position is already taken. Tang Cheng will be back soon."

"Oh?" Han Xuanxuan drawled, her drunkenness seeming to intensify, but she spoke fluently, "Young Master Guo, are you in such a hurry to send me aside because you're afraid I'll overhear something, or do you think what you've done is something shameful?"

Zhou Yu, standing to the side, chuckled and smoothed things over: "Miss Han, you can't say that. If you sit in Tang Cheng's seat like this, where will he sit when he comes back? Right? We have to be reasonable."

"Young Master Zhou is right," Han Xuanxuan nodded, took out her phone from her handbag, and her fingers flew across the screen as she typed and read aloud.

"At the An Family Charitable Trust Gala Dinner, the sons of powerful officials openly ostracized media personnel. How can education work be carried out in order to truly make the theme of 'remaining true to our original aspiration and keeping our mission firmly in mind' deeply rooted in people's hearts..."

"Stop, stop, stop! Sit down, sit down! Miss Han, please sit down, please sit wherever you like!" Zhou Yu quickly raised his chubby little hands and gestured for the chair to be seated, his face clearly saying "I give up".

Han Xuanxuan then put away her phone with satisfaction, turned her head, and looked at Lu Jingxiu, who was keeping his head down replying to messages.

She leaned closer, her voice low: "Young Master Lu, is your action tonight because of the An family...?"

She only said half of what she meant, leaving the rest unsaid.

Some questions don't need to be asked in full; just get the gist. That way, even if someone records the conversation, there's room for remediation later.

Lu Jingxiu turned off his phone screen and turned to look at her: "Is there something wrong with this number? 888, it's very auspicious, it's just a coincidence."

Han Xuanxuan blinked. Of course she knew Lu Jingxiu wasn't telling the truth, but she didn't take it to heart.

If this young master Lu really tells the truth, she'll have to find a way to stop him, lest someone record it and spread it.

When public opinion explodes, the Party Secretary will see it.

Good heavens, you, the daughter of a newspaper editor, dare to set a trap for my son? Damn it, I don't care if I get ousted or not, I'll get your father out of office first.

She's not stupid; she wouldn't dig such a pit for her own father.

Therefore, Lu Jingxiu's use of the word "coincidence" is enough to explain the problem; they had planned it beforehand and did it on purpose.

Thinking of this, she quickly reviewed the An family's information in her mind, leaned forward slightly, almost touching Lu Jingxiu's ear, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Young Master Lu, An Xiaozhao's cousin, is named An Xuanye. He is the deputy director of the General Office of the Provincial Party Committee of Ba Province."

"Guess what? The office is only a half-hour drive from here."

She was a little tipsy, but her tone was clearly suggestive: "And I heard that An Xuanye dotes on this younger sister a lot, to the point of giving her everything she asks for."

When she said these words, Han Xuanxuan was very close to Lu Jingxiu.

A pleasant scent of perfume mixed with a faint smell of alcohol wafted over, and her warm breath tickled his ear as she spoke.

At this distance, Lu Jingxiu could even see the fine downy hairs on her face and the delicate foundation.

Isn't this a bit too ambiguous...?

He thought for a moment, then moved his face closer to hers, almost touching her lips, and whispered, "So?"

Han Xuanxuan didn't notice. She closed her eyes tightly for a moment, then suddenly opened them again.

The effects of the alcohol seemed to be kicking in; her head was buzzing, her eyelids were getting heavy, and she felt sleepy.

But she forced herself to finish her sentence: "She just went out... most likely to make a phone call..."

"An Xuanye can only come here in a private capacity..." As she said this, she felt a tightness in her chest, the buzzing in her head grew louder, and her vision began to blur.

She quickly shook her head, trying to clear her mind: "Okay, Mr. Lu, I just sent you a friend request, please accept it. Ask me if you have any questions... I'm going outside for some fresh air, it's too stuffy here."

Only after she finished speaking did she belatedly realize that her lips had already touched Lu Jingxiu's ear.

My head felt even hotter, and it even hurt a little when I shook it.

She felt she must have drunk too much tonight.

She quickly stood up, but as soon as she stood up, her legs suddenly went weak, and she uncontrollably fell towards Lu Jingxiu.

Lu Jingxiu was still processing the important information she had just given him, and was wondering if he should quickly inform his father.

Caught off guard, with no time to react, all he saw was a dark figure hurtling towards him with a fragrant breeze.

Then the person fell solidly into his arms, and due to inertia, rolled down his legs to the ground...

Just a second ago, Han Xuanxuan was relieved that she hadn't fallen directly to the ground. Although it was embarrassing to fall on Lu Shao, it was still better than falling to the ground.

The next second, she felt the cold, hard marble floor.

Lu Jingxiu, how dare you not help me up?!

This was the only thought that flashed through her mind before everything went black and she completely lost consciousness.

It was quiet all around.

Lu Jingxiu: "..."

If he had said so earlier, he would have been prepared and could have simply hugged the other person.

He quickly squatted down, exchanged a glance with Zhou Yu, and the two of them, one on each side, helped Han Xuanxuan, who was slumped on the ground, up and helped her sit back in a chair.

"Han Xuanxuan, wake up." Lu Jingxiu called out twice, looking at her flushed face.

Han Xuanxuan remained still, her breathing even, sound asleep.

Fu Chen leaned closer, held up two fingers under her nose to test it, and then reported with a serious expression: "Young Master Lu, still alive."

Zhou Yu couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Brother, isn't that obvious? This Miss Han is clearly drunk and asleep."

Lu Jingxiu rubbed his temples helplessly: "Have her best friend come over and take her back."

Soon, two little girls came over and thanked her repeatedly. Then, one on each side, they huffed and puffed as they carried the unconscious Han Xuanxuan away.