They surrounded me right after the breakup.

The following evening, Jiang Han went to the appointment.

The private room was booked on the top floor of the Jingzhou International Trade Center.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the entire CBD night view, with traffic flowing below and forming a river of light.

When Jiang Han pushed open the door, Wang Jing was already waiting inside.

"President Jiang, it's been a long time!"

Wang Jing stood up from his seat as the host and quickly stepped forward to greet him.

Dark gray suit, with the top two buttons undone at the collar.

He shook hands firmly, with a familiar smile on his face.

"It's been a while since we last had a drink, hasn't it?"

Jiang Han sat down next to him, and Wang Jing personally poured tea.

"Mr. Wang, what brings you here to host a gathering today?"

"I heard President Jiang has been in a bad mood lately!"

"I brought a bottle of good wine especially to help you cool down."

Wang Jing patted the Louis XIII on the table.

He turned around, pulled the champagne from the ice bucket, and popped the cap open.

Bubbles dripped down the bottle opening. He wiped the bottle with a napkin and poured half a glass for Jiang Han.

"President Jiang, the news about Song Wanning has spread throughout the industry."

"As soon as you released that statement, several marketing managers from various brands called me overnight to inquire about the situation."

"Why are you all panicking? President Jiang isn't an unreasonable person."

Jiang Han picked up his champagne glass, took a sip, and raised an eyebrow.

"Does Mr. Wang have connections with Chenxing Company?"

Wang Jing put down the wine bottle, picked up a piece of cold dish with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and chewed it before speaking.

"It's quite a coincidence, actually. My older brother invested some money in Chenxing."

"The shares are small, only a dozen or so percent, and they don't usually manage the operations."

"Because of him, I met Lao Zhou and we hung out a few times."

Wang Jing grinned mischievously: "President Jiang, you know what I mean, it's those things men like to do."

Jiang Han scratched his head and gave an awkward laugh.

Middle-aged men, once they have money and power, all they think about is their private matters.

Wang Jing paused for a moment, then leaned closer and put his arm around Jiang Han's shoulder.

"President Jiang, let me ask you a question."

"I know the general situation, but to be honest, the version that was initially circulating in the industry was not like this."

Jiang Han was taken aback: "What's being spread?"

"The rumor is that you were cheated on by Song Wanning, which is why you're offering a huge reward to blacklist her."

"Cough cough cough!"

Jiang Han almost choked on the champagne and coughed several times.

"Who the hell posted this?"

"I don't know, but the rumors are quite detailed and convincing."

Wang Jing shrugged.

"I was enjoying this gossip so much, I almost died laughing."

"Later, I asked my brother for the truth and found out that it wasn't like that at all."

"It was that idiot Song Wanning's bodyguard who pushed your woman."

"Since there's no real grudge between you and her over stealing someone else's wife, there's room for maneuver."

Jiang Han put down his wine glass and leaned back in his chair.

"Mr. Wang is here today to act as a peacemaker."

"I wouldn't call myself a peacemaker, I just felt it was unnecessary to make a fuss for too long."

"You've vented your anger, and she's lost all her endorsements. Consider it a lesson learned."

"If we continue to make trouble, it will only waste President Jiang's energy."

Wang Jing picked up the champagne bottle and poured Jiang Han half a glass, his tone casual but his expression serious.

"Consider it a favor we owe you. Whether it works out or not won't affect our friendship."

"If we can negotiate, you can name your terms."

"If you dare to bargain, you don't even need to say a word, I'll flip the table and kick them out."

Wang Jing spoke sincerely, truly from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother, since we've come this far, there's no point in me keeping up the pretense."

"Okay! Shall I call Old Zhou in?"

"They've been waiting; they wouldn't dare come over without your approval."

After saying that, Wang Jing picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Come in."

Less than two minutes later, there was a knock on the door of the private room.

Zhou Haidong walked at the front, his suit jacket buttoned up perfectly.

He walked to the table and bowed slightly.

"President Jiang, President Wang."

Song Wanning followed behind him.

She wore a black spaghetti strap dress, the hem of which was below her knees, and her hair was loose over her shoulders.

Her makeup was very light, and her eyes were slightly red.

Her figure and appearance live up to her fame; she has a curvaceous figure.

Even through the clothes, you can imagine the beautiful curves beneath the fabric.

After entering, she stood awkwardly behind Zhou Haidong, not daring to look towards Jiang Han.

Wang Jing pointed to the seat.

"Old Zhou, sit over there. Miss Song, sit next to President Jiang."

Zhou Haidong walked around to sit down next to Wang Jing.

Song Wanning hesitated for a moment, then moved to a spot next to Jiang Han.

The movement was very light, and the chair legs made a slight sound as they rubbed against the marble floor.

She placed her hands on her knees, looking uneasy.

Don't be fooled by your image as a high and mighty female celebrity in front of your fans.

But when they encounter real financial tycoons, they don't dare to utter a sound.

Zhou Haidong spoke first.

"President Jiang, we acted dishonestly this time."

"Song Wanning's studio issued a statement too hastily."

"I was in a meeting out of town at the time and didn't follow up in time. No matter what the reason, we will take full responsibility for what we are supposed to do."

Wang Jing chimed in from the side, twirling a wine glass in his hand.

"If you ask me, the most despicable ones are those brainless fans."

"What's the big deal if your bodyguards pushed someone and you just issue an apology statement?"

"After shifting the blame, they still let their fans chase after people and hurl insults at them."

"I don't understand these crazy moves anyway."

Zhou Haidong picked up his wine glass and stood up, bending very low.

"President Jiang, this toast is for you! I won't make excuses for myself."

He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, then turned the glass upside down to indicate that not a drop was left.

Song Wanning picked up her wine glass and stood up as well.

She turned her head to face Jiang Han, her eyelashes drooping, and her lips moved twice.

"President Jiang, I'm so sorry!"

"I will release an apology video tomorrow and pin it to the top of the chat for a year, without offering any explanation."

"I know that an apology may not be helpful..."

Jiang Han raised his hand to interrupt her.

"Ms. Song, what did you do before you acted in historical romance dramas?"

Song Wanning clearly hadn't expected this problem.

"They're from a song and dance troupe, they dance folk dances, and they've been practicing for almost 20 years."

Jiang Han picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of fish, chewed it, swallowed it, and then continued speaking.

"So you believe you became famous because of your talent?"

"You think the crash was just bad luck, and you feel wronged."

"I'm telling you, no!"

The private room remained quiet for a while.

Wang Jing held his wine glass without moving, and Zhou Haidong didn't even dare to breathe.

Song Wanning stood there, her fingers crumpling the hem of her skirt.

After a long while, she spoke, her voice terribly hoarse.

"President Jiang, I know I was wrong!"

She picked up her wine glass, just about to bring it to her lips.

But Jiang Han pressed down on the rim of the cup.

His broad arms wrapped around Song Wanning's lower back, his palms resting on her waist.

Through the thin fabric of the sundress, she could feel the warmth of her hands.

Song Wanning instinctively tried to break free, but her body barely moved.

Jiang Han had already placed his hand on the back of her hand that was holding the wine bottle.

He didn't speak, but tightened his grip and pressed her wrist down.

The bottle was tilted at a greater angle, and the amber-colored liquid poured into the glass.

The glass of wine, which had only been poured halfway, quickly rose in water level.

Past the middle of the cup, approaching the rim.

Song Wanning stared at the overflowing wine glass, without any thought of resistance.

Jiang Han's hand was still on the back of her hand, steadily controlling the speed at which he poured the wine.

One more drop and it will overflow.

Jiang Han loosened his wrist, and his hand slid down his waist.

He patted Song Wanning's buttocks twice, neither too hard nor too softly.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet private room.

Song Wanning's ears suddenly burned.

She bit her lower lip, but didn't pull away.

"Let's drink first, then we'll talk."