They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Zhou Haidong filled his glass to the brim, expressing his heartfelt gratitude through this most direct action.

"President Jiang, I salute you!"

"It is an honor for Chenxing Company to receive your guidance!"

"We'll be there whenever you need us."

Song Wanning supported herself on the table and stood up.

Even though his legs were trembling and his stomach was burning, he still picked up his champagne glass.

After sitting down again, she picked up the serving chopsticks and put a piece of Australian lobster meat on Jiang Han's plate.

When placing it on a plate, the orientation is carefully adjusted so that the tenderest cut faces the guest.

Jiang Han finished chewing the lobster meat and turned his head to the side.

Aren't you going to eat?

Song Wanning shook her head.

"I...I'm on a diet..."

The truth is, her stomach was full of alcohol, and she was afraid she would vomit if she ate any meat.

With the terms agreed upon, the atmosphere in the private room became noticeably more relaxed.

Several middle-aged men, slightly intoxicated, were chatting and laughing.

He could spout dirty jokes without batting an eye, making no attempt to hide them from the girls present.

Song Wanning glanced furtively at Jiang Han.

He was talking to Wang Jing about the film studio.

His profile is angular and his features are strong.

If he weren't deliberately trying to sabotage himself, he would be a handsome man based solely on his appearance.

Song Wanning has acted in many idol dramas.

What domineering CEO would do anything for love? He'd fight tooth and nail for a woman.

But the plot in the script is far from the reality we see today.

Jiang Han made such a big fuss just because his girlfriend tripped and fell.

It almost ruined her career and the company's future.

A complete and utter wife-protecting fanatic.

It's so pure it makes you jealous.

Song Wanning suddenly wanted to know.

Who exactly is this Qiu Siyao?

Is she worth a man protecting her like this?

After three rounds of drinks...

The two bottles of Louis XIII on the table were quickly emptied.

Zhou Haidong then opened the thatch he had brought with him.

Imported spirits and Chinese liquor took turns appearing on the market.

After several rounds, apart from Jiang Han who remained conscious, everyone else was more or less dizzy.

Song Wanning's entire face was flushed, the color spreading from her cheeks all the way to her collarbone.

But she didn't say a word the whole time.

Pour the wine when it's time to pour, and serve the food when it's time to serve.

Several times during the session, I secretly pressed my stomach and took deep breaths.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Han pushed the untouched warm water in front of him toward her.

Song Wanning paused for a moment, then picked it up and sipped it slowly.

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

……

12 pm.

The dinner party ended.

Stepping out from the top floor of the China World Trade Center, the chilly wind of early winter hit me in Jingzhou.

Wang Jing stood outside the revolving door, pulling his coat collar tighter.

"Where are you going tonight, Mr. Jiang? It's already past midnight, let's find a hotel nearby."

"And you, going home?"

Wang Jing laughed twice.

He took out his cigarette case, shook it, handed one to Jiang Han, and lit one for himself.

The two huddled together and lit cigarettes; the smoke dissipated quickly in the cold wind.

"Go home? Of course I have other projects!"

"Mr. Jiang, would you like to come along?" Wang Jing gave Jiang Han a meaningful look.

"Old Zhou was so insistent that I wanted to learn some fancy foreign language."

"I thought to myself that I had to learn a foreign language, otherwise I would fall behind the times."

"President Jiang, do you think what I said makes sense? Hehe~"

Wang Jing glanced at Zhou Haidong not far away, making no attempt to hide anything.

Zhou Haidong settled Song Wanning into the car and then came over to greet Jiang Han.

"Mr. Jiang, let me have the driver take you to the hotel."

"Xiao Song drank a bit too much last night. I asked her about it, and she said it was too late to go back."

"Could you please book a room for her as well?"

"I'll cover the expenses!"

Jiang Han paused for a moment as he flicked his cigarette ash.

Wang Jing winked at him discreetly.

He could figure out the tricks these people are thinking even with his ass.

It's equivalent to actively putting the food into the bowl.

We even saved you the room fee.

Jiang Han wouldn't be surprised if he found a condom under his pillow.

Looking at Song Wanning again, I don't know when she got out of the car.

He was standing next to the car door, his coat wrapped tightly around his neck.

Her eyes were tinged with intoxication, and her eyelashes trembled when she met Jiang Han's gaze.

Jiang Han pretended to reluctantly agree.

"Since Mr. Zhou has asked, I'll also take care of Miss Song."

"Because I'm a gentleman, what can I do?"

"Old Zhou, make sure you keep my brother Wang company!"

If he says no tomorrow, the terms we discussed at the table will be null and void.

"Definitely, definitely!" Zhou Haidong bowed very low.

"Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, there will be plenty of money tonight... and a professional foreign language teacher."

Jiang Han didn't say anything more.

"Let's go."

Song Wanning responded softly and followed.

She was wearing high heels, her steps were a little unsteady, but she tried her best to walk steadily.

The wind lifted a corner of my coat hem, so I quickly reached out and pressed it down.

She obediently lowered her head and followed behind Jiang Han.

……

The Cullinan drove through the streets of Jingzhou late at night.

Song Wanning sat in the back row, her hands folded on her knees.

The carriage was very quiet, with only a very faint hum from the air conditioning vents.

She turned her head to look out the window, where streetlights swept past, casting shadows on her face every few seconds.

Jiang Han leaned back on the other side of the back seat and flipped through his phone.

The car stopped in front of the five-star hotel.

The doorman quickly came forward and opened the car door.

Song Wanning took a baseball cap out of her bag and put it on her head.

He then pulled out a blue and white mask from his small bag and put it on, covering himself up so that only his eyes were visible.

"They're quite well prepared."

"I'm used to it; it would be troublesome if I got photographed."

The two walked through the lobby to the front desk.

"Hello sir, do you have a reservation?"

"No, do you still have presidential suitcases?"

"Yes, sir, two rooms?"

"One room."

Song Wanning did not refuse.

She was mentally prepared from the moment she got into the car.

"it is good."

The receptionist tapped a few keys on the keyboard, then looked up with a standard smile.

Song Wanning pulled down her hat brim and walked through the bowing staff members with her head down.

The elevator doors opened, and at the end of the corridor were double solid wood doors with handwritten welcome cards hanging on the doorknobs.

The living room features floor-to-ceiling windows facing the night view of Jingzhou, and fresh flowers and a fruit platter are placed on the coffee table.

There were only two people left in the presidential suite.

Song Wanning stood in the entryway without going inside, taking off her baseball cap and mask and holding them in her hands.

Her hair was a little messy from being pressed down by the hat, with a few stray strands sticking to her forehead.

Her face still had a flush from drinking.

"Alright, you've been delivered safely. I'm going to the inner room to sleep. You can do whatever you want with me."

After saying that, Jiang Han waved his hand and went into the bedroom of the suite.

Song Wanning was left standing there.

She stared at the closed bedroom door for a long time without moving.

Is this over?

He took her away from the dinner party and drove her all the way to the hotel.

When checking in at the front desk, I didn't hesitate at all and immediately asked for the presidential suite.

As I stood there listening, my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat.

Once inside the room, what did this person say to her?

You want me to make the arrangements myself?

Is there no other indication?

Song Wanning put her mask and hat on the entryway cabinet and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

The effects of the alcohol hadn't completely worn off, but my mind was much clearer than before.

She bent down, took off her high heels, and stepped barefoot onto the carpet.

Look down at your own attire.

It's not too bad, is it?