At that moment, his face was closing in on hers.
"Manager Wu, your fiancée is watching," she said.
Suddenly, as if startled by her unexpected remark, he turned his head to look.
Of course, Lin Yishan was not there in the bar.
The embarrassment of being caught off guard, accompanied by her soft chuckle near his ear, almost drove him to fury.
"Nuannuan," he suddenly turned around and forcefully grabbed her arms.
Gu Nuan felt the strength in his grip, unlike when they were together, he had never held her so tightly.
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"Manager Wu, one must not regret one’s actions," Gu Nuan told him solemnly, without a trace of emotion.
Wa Zicong didn’t let go of her arms.
His eerie gaze was fixed on her lips the entire time.
Gu Nuan hadn’t felt much until he suddenly asked:
"Have you been kissed by a man?"
"What did you say?" Gu Nuan’s heart skipped a beat.
Seeing her expression, Wa Zicong’s eyes hardened instantly: "Impossible! All these years with me, you’ve never truly kissed. Who could you permit? Who?!"
Gu Nuan pulled her hand away.
"Tell me, Nuannuan, who did it?" he gripped her hand even tighter, pushing her against the bar.
Gu Nuan saw the increasing number of onlookers drawn by the commotion and reminded him, "Manager Wu, think about it, this is a public place—"
"I don’t care, you owe me an explanation!"
Truly, a drunk man thinks he can rant nonsensically under the guise of alcohol.
Gu Nuan was immediately infuriated, turned back, and with a forceful pull freed one hand, grabbed a glass of cold water from the bar, and splashed it onto his face.
The water droplets, cascading off the man’s hair, were as cold as ice pillars, symbolizing just how icy the water she had thrown was.
The crowd around erupted in shock, certainly not expecting her to act so fiercely. A bare-faced woman, displaying such a fiery side.
Wa Zicong shook his head, seemingly still not fully lucid.
Gu Nuan sneered, "Do you want another glass, or maybe a bucket? What explanation do I owe you? Your mother offered 100,000 to buy the house my parents gave me, is that your idea of an explanation?! Wa Zicong, love your money all you want, but don’t throw your tantrums at me! What did you think I would do?"
Not like the usual weeping, making a scene, or threatening suicide of some women.
Everyone looked at this plain-looking woman’s face with surprise.
Chen Jiaming stood among the crowd, simply watching, without leaving.
Remembering what she had said during the interview, every word of it was true.
Being dumped might have made her feel a bit of sorrow and disgrace, but it certainly couldn’t break the spine inside her.
What kind of woman was she really?
Chen Jiaming’s mind couldn’t find any woman he had known before who resembled her.
At that moment, Donald Duck, having received Gu Nuan’s call for help, hurried downstairs from the upper floor.
When he entered the bar, he first saw Chen Jiaming and exclaimed, "President Chen?"
Chen Jiaming turned and seeing him, asked, "Did Gu Nuan ask you to come down?"
"Yes, she’s just a girl—" Donald Duck desperately tried to explain.
"Forget it, go help carry Manager Wu back to his room," Chen Jiaming said, effectively declaring the end to the dramatic scene he had overseen.