They surrounded me right after the breakup.

(Thanks to "Little Hands Reaching for the Moon and Stars" for the generous update! Thank you so much!)

Song Wanning stared at the glass of wine, not touching it for a long time.

The wine, filling the glass to the brim, gleamed under the light.

Just looking at the portion size made Song Wanning feel unwell.

After touching the pert buttocks, Jiang Han leaned back lazily in his chair and crossed his legs.

"What, you don't want to drink?"

Song Wanning's shoulders trembled slightly.

Zhou Haidong was sweating profusely with anxiety.

He reached under the table and gently nudged Song Wanning's arm.

Song Wanning bit her lip and clenched her fingers.

The vice president of Chenxing, who had come over, forced a smile and stood up with a slight bow.

"President Jiang, Xiao Song's alcohol tolerance is indeed not good."

"How about this, I'll drink it for her."

Jiang Han didn't even lift his eyelids before lighting a cigarette.

A thick cloud of smoke was exhaled onto Song Wanning's chest.

"Was the wine I poured for you?"

The atmosphere in the private room instantly became awkward.

The vice president stood there, still bent over, his smile frozen on his lips.

Standing is awkward, sitting is awkward.

Several seconds passed before he slowly sat back down, barely daring to breathe.

Wang Jing stood quietly to the side, watching the scene unfold without uttering a sound.

Celebrities and artists are nothing more than commodities in the eyes of capital.

They can elevate you to fame, and they can also bring you down.

In his view, Jiang Han's actions were reasonable.

You could even say that this is a rather gentle approach.

If it were me, I would have just thrown the wine in the other person's face.

What can you do?

Because from the very beginning, the two sides were not equal in status and position.

"If you're not going to drink, then get out."

"Don't spoil our fun."

Jiang Han looked at Song Wanning, his tone already showing signs of impatience.

Zhou Haidong quickly leaned close to Song Wanning's ear and urged her in a low voice.

"Drink up, drink up!"

Song Wanning looked aggrieved, her eyes were red, and her lips were tightly pursed.

After a while, she finally extended her palm.

He picked up the wine glass, which was filled to the brim, and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

"Cough cough cough!"

I choked on my first sip.

The strong liquor burned down my throat, and my entire chest felt like it was on fire.

Song Wanning stubbornly refused to stop.

Because she knew that if she stopped drinking in one gulp, she really wouldn't be able to drink anymore.

Let's just go all out and die if necessary.

The liquor spilled from the corner of his mouth, running down his chin and neck.

Following the deep V-neckline, it slides down to the black lace trim.

"Gurgle~ gurgle~"

Song Wanning finally managed to swallow it, and then quickly picked up the bottled water on the table and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

It's way too spicy!

His entire face turned bright red, burning from his cheeks all the way to his ears.

My throat felt burning hot, and my stomach was churning.

Song Wanning felt dizzy and had to brace herself against the edge of the table to keep from falling.

Jiang Han raised his chin: "Sit down."

Zhou Haidong breathed a sigh of relief and carefully sat down, holding onto the chair.

Song Wanning sat back down next to Jiang Han, resting her hands on her knees, her head feeling dizzy.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Wang Jing quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Hahaha! President Jiang, calm down. Young Song is still young and doesn't know any better."

"Please sit down, everyone!"

"Waiter, prepare the food."

"It's a rare opportunity for us to get together, so let's drink until we drop tonight!"

At his signal, the waiter pushed open the door and came in to serve the food.

Steamed grouper, braised sea cucumber in abalone sauce, baked Australian lobster with black truffle...

Luxurious dishes were served one after another.

Although the price was expensive, it paled in comparison to the status of those present.

For the rich, eating, drinking, and having women doesn't cost much at all.

If someone's rich second-generation foolish son can enjoy life peacefully.

He doesn't make reckless investments, doesn't start businesses outside, and just sleeps around with girls.

My dad would wake up laughing in his dreams, always praising my son for being so sensible.

Song Wanning stood up, supporting herself on the edge of the table, and took the serving chopsticks from the waiter.

He placed a piece of the tenderest fish belly meat into the bowl in front of Jiang Han.

Then, he used a soup spoon to scoop up some abalone sauce and poured it next to the sea cucumber.

The movements were somewhat awkward.

In all her years in the industry, she has always been served by others; this is the first time she has served someone else.

Song Wanning turned her body to face Jianghan and didn't touch her chopsticks at all.

Wang Jing picked up a shrimp from the side and peeled it while laughing.

"Miss Song's service is excellent! Why didn't you do this sooner?"

Song Wanning didn't reply, but served Jiang Han another bowl of fish maw and chicken soup.

Skim off the oil from the soup noodles before gently placing them beside Jiang Han.

Zhou Haidong watched as his star performer busied himself like a waiter, and felt a little embarrassed.

But as long as it appeases Jianghan, it's better than being blacklisted.

Jiang Han scooped up a spoonful of soup and finished it. Song Wanning took the empty bowl and placed it aside.

Then I used serving chopsticks to put a slice of sea cucumber on his plate.

"President Jiang, let me toast you again."

Despite being under the influence of alcohol, Song Wanning still forced herself to pick up her glass.

There's no reason to only drink one glass at a dinner party.

This time, she didn't overestimate herself and dutifully filled the cup to the brim.

I had just taken a sip when I noticed Jiang Han had reached out and grabbed the bottom of the cup.

"You don't need to finish it."

Song Wanning was stunned by the sudden kindness.

"I wasn't planning on talking to you."

"You know exactly what your statement should look like."

"I'm only sitting here today because I'm giving Brother Wang face."

"Without this connection, you wouldn't even be able to get in the door."

Jiang Han paused for a moment.

"Remember this, you haven't offended me."

"It hurt an innocent girl and condoned the malicious cyberbullying by extreme fans."

"To put it another way, if Qiu Siyao weren't my girlfriend, she would have to swallow her resentment."

"It might even cost me my job and affect my life."

"You've seen even more serious news, because there are plenty of people jumping off buildings due to public outcry!"

Zhou Haidong immediately stood up, his attitude extremely respectful.

"President Jiang, you're absolutely right!"

"We failed to manage our team properly, and have since terminated the contract with the relevant security company and are holding the personnel accountable."

Jiang Han nodded slightly in response to Zhou Haidong's sincere attitude.

"Not enough!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Haidong smiled for the first time that evening.

Not enough means there's room for negotiation.

As for requests, as long as the other party is willing to make them, it means there is room for negotiation.

"Please speak!"

Jiang Han spoke calmly.

Four things.

Zhou Haidong took out a notebook from his briefcase and unscrewed the pen cap.

Song Wanning also sat up straight.

"First, both the individual and the company should release an apology video."

"Your account is pinned; please write the content yourself."

"The company's statement clearly outlines the process, including how the bodyguard who pushed the person was dealt with, and how the team that condoned the online bullying by fans will be held accountable."

Song Wanning nodded repeatedly.

"Second, clear out all the messy fans under your studio's account."

"From now on, if anyone uses your name to cyberbully others, you should personally post on Weibo to stop them."

Zhou Haidong quickly took notes in his notebook.

"Third, those IDs that led the online attack on Siyao this time."

"Your company filed the lawsuit, and the lawyer's letter and the progress of the litigation were made public throughout the entire process."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jingdu raised an eyebrow.

Helping victims sue their own fans for spreading rumors—that's something else entirely.

This has never been done before in the entertainment industry.

Zhou Haidong and Song Wanning exchanged glances, and although they were unhappy, they still did not raise any objections.

"Finally, all of Chenxing Entertainment's and Song Wanning's business transactions will be transferred to Shanghai Pudong Development Bank."

"As for Qiu Siyao's personal compensation, you can handle it yourselves."

Fearing the other party might change their mind, Zhou Haidong hurriedly agreed.

"President Jiang, we will comply with all four conditions!"