"Oh? Is it a nurse outfit?"
Mr. Shen suddenly became somewhat expectant.
Dong Ya opened her eyes and stealthily looked at the bad face so close to her. She heard many men sort of thing, so he probably hoped she'd brought a nurse outfit, but she's going to disappoint him.
"Then remember to bring it next time."
Mr. Shen suddenly took a big bite on her earlobe.
Dong Ya exclaimed in surprise and then looked at Mr. Shen with a wronged expression, "I know I was wrong, I'll definitely bring it next time."
After checking the time and seeing it was 11 o'clock, Mr. Shen sent Ji Ya a WeChat message, asking her to come over as the designated driver.
He also had Xiao Man sweep his QR code. Although he didn't have much in mind, it was only fair to add WeChat after taking so much advantage of her tonight.
Then he paid the bill, ready to bid farewell.
Before leaving, Li Yuhang clinked glasses with Mr. Shen again and teased him, "Next time it's your turn to pay, remember to support your own business; you're letting others earn all the money."
"Of course, Boss Li!"
Mr. Shen answered with a smile, having forgotten that he owned a 30% stake in Li Yuhang's bar.
Jin Kangwen and Cherng Xian also came over to exchange pleasantries, especially Cherng Xian who felt an instant relief, as if a boundary had been lifted when he saw Mr. Shen preparing to leave.
With Mr. Shen gone, it meant they had a chance now, at least the girls at their table wouldn't only be looking at him.
Wait, that's not right.
Upon reflection, Cherng Xian felt something was wrong. The girls at the VIP table were all those Mr. Shen didn't care for; he didn't even bother to add their WeChat.
Did that mean they could only pick up the girls Mr. Shen wasn't interested in?
Cherng Xian's inner balance was tilted again.
Damn this unfair world!
People always fear comparison. In reality, the lives of second-generation rich kids like Cherng Xian and Jin Kangwen were already much better than the average person's, but faced with someone like Mr. Shen, they still felt it was unfair.
But when was life ever fair?
Mr. Shen once again walked out of Playhouse amidst a crowd, the noisy and boisterous sounds gradually receding, replaced by the neon-lit streets.
"Chairman Shen, let's get together next time."
Xie Chengbo extended his hand.
Mr. Shen shook his hand, originally thinking their encounter was just a coincidence on the plane, but he didn't expect there would be so much connection afterwards.
Hopefully, he never finds out about the time I tricked him in first class... Mr. Shen thought silently.
Suddenly someone burst out, startling both of them.
Xie Chengbo thought it was that young man seeking revenge and was about to call security, but he relaxed once he saw it was Jiang Hai.
"Is something the matter?" Mr. Shen asked.
"Chairman Shen, I sincerely apologize on behalf of my brother. He drank too much tonight and wasn't thinking straight; I already slapped him sober, and he realized his mistake," Jiang Hai bowed deeply.
There is a certain way for the small folk to survive, but Mr. Shen did not respond to him, turning instead to Xie Chengbo, "Old Xie, you handle it."
"Yeah, Mr. Shen, you go ahead."
Mr. Xie saw Mr. Shen and Dong Ya off as they got into the back seat of the G63, then coldly addressed Jiang Hai, "Tell your brother to stop contacting Dong Ya from now on. I'll act as if tonight never happened."
"Thank you, Mr. Xie! Rest assured, my brother will not contact her again."
Jiang Hai bowed once more.
"Don't keep bowing at a 90-degree angle like you're offering incense."
Mr. Xie lost his patience and added, "It's good that you know your place; without that slap, it would have been difficult to settle things."
"It's what I should have done; I'm just glad I didn't cause trouble for Mr. Xie."
"Which department are you in?" Mr. Xie inquired.
Mr. Xie said, and without another word turned and headed back into the bar.
Jiang Hai, on the other hand, was elated. Mr. Xie had just asked about his department, which surely meant he had made a strong impression this time. If he had known this tactic was so effective, he would have slapped his brother a couple more times.
Ah, my dear brother, you really deserved that slap!
Meanwhile, as Ji Ya was acting as the driver, Mr. Shen and Dong Ya were sitting in the back seat of the G63.
The confined space always seemed to create a certain romantic atmosphere, especially after the hints Mr. Shen had just given.
Dong Ya clenched her skirt, avoiding Mr. Shen's touch, and looked down at her toes.
Actually, she had already been feeling a bit off in the bar, but it's not that she didn't want to; the issue was that they were in a car, and the chauffeur was driving in the front.
Mr. Shen, on the other hand, didn't care about all that and beckoned with a crooked finger, "Come sit on my lap."
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Dong Ya pouted her luscious lips. Was this kind of request appropriate in a car?
She sneaked a peek at Ji Ya, who seemed to be focusing on driving and not paying attention to what happened behind her.
Mr. Shen patted his thigh.
Dong Ya still gently shook her head, gesturing that there was someone in front.
Mr. Shen raised an eyebrow, with an attitude that didn't seem to care about the presence of others.
After hesitating for a moment, Dong Ya finally bit her lip and straddled over. She carefully supported herself on the seat as her buttocks quietly brushed against him.
But as soon as she sat down, her cheeks immediately flushed to the neck, "Mr. Shen."
She hadn't expected such a strong reaction from him just from sitting down.
Actually, Mr. Shen had been holding back frustration at the bar, and now that everyone in the car was familiar, why not?
Concerned that sitting might cause her to bump her head, he moved slightly to give her more room, positioning her in the middle so both were more comfortable.
His hands wrapped around her waist and gently rested on her lower abdomen, humming by her ear, "Dong Ya, weren't you feeling off at the bar just now?"