Song Wei giggled behind him: "I was just tricking you!"
She said in a soft and seductive voice: "When we are together in the future..."
She whispered something into his ear, and Su Minghua’s blood boiled instantly.
Song Wei straightened his clothes for him, then scolded playfully: "Now go to work properly, no slacking off! And don’t disturb me when I’m doing business!"
Su Minghua couldn’t help but lower his head to kiss her.
He said: "I will surely succeed in my career, so that no one will look down on you."
Song Wei adjusted her clothes.
She poured herself a glass of red wine and took out her phone to dial Su Ruanruan’s number.
She said: "Off to work! Probably will be quiet for a while."
Song Wei finally signed a contract with Bao Jingse.
She thanked Su Ruanruan and invited her to her hotel for a chat.
Su Ruanruan arrived as promised.
Song Wei took out her gift.
All of them were very valuable tonics.
Su Ruanruan accepted them, thinking they would be useful for Old Mother Mu and Qin Chao’s sister.
Song Wei was in a good mood and poured two glasses of wine.
Naturally, the conversation turned to Su Minghua.
Su Ruanruan feared that Song Wei would be taken advantage of.
Flipping her hair, Song Wei laughed lightly, unconcerned: "What disadvantage? As long as he does his job well, I’m happy."
Su Ruanruan’s face flushed.
After all, she had never truly been through it.
Song Wei, experienced as she was, knew at a glance.
She softly asked: "You and Bao Jingyan haven’t really ’done it’ yet?"
Su Ruanruan gave a non-committal hum.
Song Wei then said: "Men at his age rarely have the patience! I don’t believe he isn’t interested."
Song Wei added: "He cherishes you very much."
Su Ruanruan’s face remained flushed until she left the suite.
Thinking about every detail of her interactions with Bao Jingyan, she too felt that he was very good.
Today was Valentine’s Day, and Su Ruanruan planned to finish her work and then pick up Bao Jingyan from work.
At the entrance of the hotel was the busiest street in the city.
Old Zhao’s car was parked roadside.
Su Ruanruan walked over, opened the door, and got into the car.
On the other side of the street.
Yin Zhao came out of a business club and was about to get into his car.
The girl who had captivated him three months ago in City B was coming out of the hotel.
Her black hair was soft.
Delicate features, eyes brimming with emotion.
She wore a light purple long dress.
Delicate shoulders, a waist so slim...
Her entire being radiated romance and beauty.
Yin Zhao watched her get into a Rolls Royce.
He wanted to chase after the car to see the license plate.
But there were too many cars, and the Rolls Royce quickly disappeared into the traffic...
Yin Zhao’s gaze was profound.
So, she was from this city.
He could tell from her demeanor in City B that she came from a very good family, and today he was even more certain.
The unmarried Yin Zhao thought again about marriage.
He wanted to find her.
He thought she was of age and probably not yet settled down.
Lost in thought, a gentle voice sounded behind him: "Yin Zhao, what are you looking at?"
Yin Zhao turned around.
A beautiful, noblewoman stood there.
Yin Zhao smiled faintly: "Aunt Qin."
The Yin Family patriarch, Yin Changhe, lost his wife early, leaving behind a son and a daughter.
The son, Yin Zhao; the daughter, Yin Mingzhu.
Qin Su was Yin Changhe’s new wife whom he married two years prior. Ever since marrying Qin Su, the United Hospital under Yin Family thrived, and thus the Yin Family valued her greatly.
Qin Su held a cell phone in her hand, speaking gently to her stepson: "There’s been an incident at the hospital; your father wants you to rush back to City B to deal with it."
He wanted to find the girl from just now.
But he had a strong sense of duty towards his career, and after careful consideration, he decided to head back to City B first.
Seeing his expression, Qin Su thought he was preoccupied with other matters and said: "I will attend the engagement party with the Zhou Family. From the attitude of Mrs. Zhou, it doesn’t seem she places much importance on it."
He instructed his secretary to arrange a private jet and flew back to City B that same day.