During the dinner, the men were toasting each other.

Fatty Wang drank too much and took the opportunity to lean towards Qiao Ruoxi. His hand started to wander aimlessly.

“Miss Qiao is really pure and charming. I can’t help but pity her!”

“President Wang, you flatter me.”

Qiao Ruoxi felt like vomiting.

Especially when she saw that Fatty Wang’s belly was fatter than a person who had been pregnant for ten months, she felt like vomiting.

Feng Yunan picked up his glass and took a sip expressionlessly as he hard Qiao Ruoxi chatting with them merrily.

He frowned.

She felt that the wine today was more sour than vinegar. It was not good.

“Miss Qiao, what do you like? I can give it to you. Whether it’s jewelry or branded bags, I can afford them.”

Fatty Wang’s half-truths were becoming more and more explicit. It was obvious that he wanted to make her his kept mistress.

“President Wang, you drank too much.”

Qiao Ruoxi scolded in her heart. Damn it fatty, don’t even think about me.

If Feng Yunan hadn’t been talking about business, she might’ve flipped the table and slapped him twice.

“Miss Qiao, don’t be so formal. I know why President Feng brought you here. As long as Miss Qiao can satisfy me, Jiahe and Fengtian’s business will be settled. How about it? Good enough, right?”

Fatty Wang reached out and tried to hug her. However, before he could touch her, Qiao Ruoxi was grabbed by another big hand.

Shocked, she turned around and saw Feng Yunan holding a napkin and gently wiping the milk from her lips.

“Why are you so worrisome? You look like a little kitten.”

The man’s voice was as gentle as it could be.

His magnetic and gentle voice made Qiao Ruoxi’s heart tremble violently. At the same time, she was shocked.

What is Feng Yunan trying to do?

What is he trying to do by suddenly becoming so gentle?

Qiao Ruoxi was stunned. The people around her were petrified.

Fatty Wang was so shocked that he was half awake. His hand was still in the air as he looked at Feng Yunan hugging Qiao Ruoxi.

He lost the benefit that he was about to get. Oh, no, maybe he had been mistaken all along.

Miss Qiao was not here for public relations at all. She was most likely Feng Yunan’s Little Qing.

Realizing this, Fatty Wang bit his tongue in regret. Oh no, oh no, what did he just say?

He actually took advantage of Feng Yunan’s woman?

Oh my god…

Are you planning to give birth to her?

After Feng Yunan wiped the corner of Qiao Ruoxi’s mouth, he turned to Fatty Wang and asked coldly, “President Wang, what did you say just now? As long as she satisfies you, the business will be done?”

Qiao Ruoxi’s heart was filled with hatred. This guy was suddenly so good to her. So he was planning to use her as a bargaining chip to talk business?

Fatty Wang’s legs trembled as he held onto the table to prevent himself from falling. His back was already soaked in cold sweat.

“Mr. Feng… I’m so sorry, Mr. Feng… I really didn’t know… If Miss Qiao was yours… I wouldn’t dare to say that to Miss Qiao even if I had a hundred guts. Mr. Feng, I’m not guilty for not knowing. Look at our cooperation…”

At this moment, Feng Yunan stood up with Qiao Ruoxi in his arms. He glanced at Fatty Wang from the corner of his eyes and directly told him, “It’s just a small transaction. I don’t think it’s a big deal.”

He said it very lightly, but to Fatty Wang, it was a disaster.

“Mr. Feng… this is not a small business. It’s an 80 million contract…”

Feng Yunan stopped in his tracks, his expression full of disdain and contempt. “So what? What right do you have to talk about cooperation with me?”

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