Shi Che had a banquet tonight, celebrating the birthday of the head of a company that had long collaborated with the Shi Group. He had been warmly invited.
When Shi Che arrived with Zheng Rourou, the banquet had only been underway for a little over ten minutes. The timing was neither early nor late, just perfect.
Upon seeing Shi Che, President Chen hurriedly came forward to greet him, extending his hand for a handshake with Shi Che, smiling effusively, "President Shi, it is truly my honor for you to be here."
Shi Che slowly withdrew his hand, a faint smile on his face as he replied calmly, "You’re too kind."
President Chen’s gaze gradually shifted to Zheng Rourou. Upon seeing such a stunning beauty, his smile widened, and his voice lowered unconsciously, "President Shi, your date is truly beautiful. You are very fortunate."
As he spoke, his eyes carried a slight playful hint of teasing.
Though Shi Che rarely brought Ling Chuxia to social events, being a longtime partner of Shi Che, President Chen naturally knew that Shi Che was already married. Yet in this circle, every man either had wealth or was of nobility. Even if one had a charming wife at home, it was common to have a few confidants outside. Especially for men like President Shi, who were wealthy, influential, and handsome, in this appearance-conscious world, they were naturally more popular.
Shi Che, however, seemed oblivious to the undertones in President Chen’s words. His handsome face remained expressionless, and he didn’t speak, leaving President Chen’s words unanswered, creating an awkward moment.
Zheng Rourou, having navigated this circle for a long time and managing to associate with Shi Che, was obviously adept at reading the room. She immediately responded with a charming smile, picking up where President Chen left off, "Thank you for the compliment, President Chen."
Since Shi Che did not offer an introduction, Zheng Rourou had to introduce herself. She extended her hand, smiling enchantingly at President Chen, her voice sultry, "Hello, President Chen, I’m Zheng Rourou."
Zheng Rourou was the epitome of a great beauty, with her delicate features and creamy skin. Such a smile left President Chen enchanted. He reached out to shake Zheng Rourou’s hand, squeezing it heavily, even gently stroking the back of her white hand.
Zheng Rourou knitted her brows slightly, a flash of displeasure appeared in her eyes. After all, she was now Shi Che’s woman, and no matter how powerful President Chen was, he couldn’t surpass Shi Che. To dare act so disrespectfully toward her in his presence was bold.
Zheng Rourou wanted to pull her hand back, but President Chen held it tightly. She suppressed her anger, turning her gaze hopefully to Shi Che, wishing he would intervene on her behalf. Yet Shi Che was utterly oblivious to the scene and merely took a drink from a passing waiter’s tray.
Zheng Rourou was taken aback, feeling slightly stifled. But she dared not speak out, biting her lower lip lightly, she quietly exerted force to retract her hand from President Chen’s grasp.