Chapter 43: What are you going to do!

"What are you looking at?"

Feng Yan's slightly dangerous voice brought Jiang Wangyue back to her senses. She turned to look at him and said calmly, "Just taking a look. Have your people found out the identity of that gentleman?"

Hearing her question, Feng Yan's expression became even uglier.

He asked someone to check the list of all the participants in the banquet, and there were no unfamiliar faces at all.

Given Amelia Clarke's proud personality, even if the male orc was of the same noble birth as her, she would not even glance at him twice, let alone be impatient to meet him directly.

Jiang Wangyue touched her exposed arms and felt a little cool in the evening breeze.

Seeing Feng Yan's grim expression, she casually said, "Maybe the other party is the new governor?"

"You're overthinking it."

Jiang Wangyue shrugged slightly. "I'm just making a random guess. We should be bold and think outside the box. What if we guess right?"

Feng Yan looked at her speechlessly, but paused when his eyes touched her smooth, white neck.

A casual suit jacket with a little body warmth was draped over Jiang Wangyue. She couldn't help but look at Feng Yan in astonishment.

Why did this person suddenly have a change of heart?

Feng Yan was immediately annoyed when he saw her expression. "What's with that expression? Am I supposed to watch you freeze to death?"

"It's not to the point of freezing to death, right? But thank you." Jiang Wangyue said with a smile.

"To hear a thank you from you, it's really..." Feng Yan habitually wanted to mock Jiang Wangyue, but he swallowed his words halfway through.

Jiang Wangyue didn't notice Feng Yan's change. Seeing someone walking towards her, she immediately nudged him with her elbow to remind him to get into the role quickly.

Feng Yan reacted and gritted his teeth. He grabbed Jiang Wangyue's waist hatefully and squeezed it slightly.

Jiang Wangyue felt pain from being pinched by him. She glanced at Feng Yan who had gone mad for no apparent reason, and once again put on her own persona, looking at the person who came nonchalantly.

After the forced social interaction ended and the other party left, Jiang Wangyue immediately became depressed.

Her social energy was depleted and she desperately needed to recharge.

Feng Yan tutted his tongue and looked at her with disdain, "Waste."

"You are not useless. If you have the ability, don't come to me." Jiang Wangyue retorted.

"Jiang Wangyue——"

"Shh, look over there."

Feng Yan looked in the direction Jiang Wangyue pointed with a cold face, and then he narrowed his eyes.

Amelia and Isaac came out again.

Jiang Wangyue stood up straight and asked in a low voice, "Did they have a fight? Something doesn't seem right."

"Take out the word 'feeling' and it becomes a quarrel."

Not only did they quarrel, but Isaac also seemed to have angered Amelia.

Feng Yan chuckled sarcastically, "The show is about to begin."

Jiang Wangyue looked at him blankly, "What's going on?"

"You'll see when you see it."

Amelia, who was not far away, walked towards a tall female with a cold face, but before she could speak, the latter said something to her. Jiang Wangyue clearly saw that Amelia's expression became even uglier in an instant.

This was just the beginning. Later, Amelia found a few more females. Without exception, they just exchanged a few polite words with her and then kept their distance.

How did Amelia suddenly become the object of public dislike?

Jiang Wangyue was surprised and curious. What was going on?

At this moment, Amelia suddenly turned around and met the eyes of Jiang Wangyue and Feng Yan.

Her face was livid as she strode up to the two of them and demanded through gritted teeth, "What on earth did you do?"

Jiang Wangyue spread out her hands with an innocent look on her face. "I'm telling you, don't spit bloody words at us. We didn't do anything."

Feng Yan lazily raised his eyelids and sneered, "Before asking what others have done, why not ask yourself what you have done first? We are all businessmen, so naturally, market demand is our top priority. Isn't that right, Miss Clark?"

Isaac, who arrived later, just called out "female master" when he was slapped hard by Amelia.

"Shut up! You have no right to speak here!"

Isaac's cheeks instantly turned red and swollen.

Amelia glared at Jiang Wangyue and Feng Yan fiercely, ignored Isaac's hesitation to speak, and walked out of the manor angrily.

The situation on their side attracted a lot of people's attention. Jiang Wangyue's gaze swept across Isaac's departing figure, his eyes heavy.

Because of Isaac's calculations, Ji Li was injured while protecting herself, and she has not yet settled the account with him.

Several females who had rejected Amelia before had walked up to Jiang Wangyue and Feng Yan. This time, they had smiles on their faces that were completely different from the smiles they had when they faced Amelia before.

Jiang Wangyue maintained a gentle yet distant appearance and listened to them quietly.

It was only then that Jiang Wangyue realized that their beastly husbands were all in the inhibitor-related business, and the Clark family was one of them. They had even been Amelia's partners.

They abandoned Amelia without hesitation and turned to talk to Jiang Wangyue and Feng Yan because Feng Yan took out a more advanced inhibitor.

Businessmen are a group of people who are only interested in profit.

This is true even for females who, in the eyes of many male orcs, should be indifferent to fame and fortune and not be troubled by money.

Jiang Wangyue sniffed the red wine in the glass gently, his eyes calm.

By the end of the dinner, Feng Yan had reached cooperation with all of them.

The next step is to completely divide up the Clark family's share in the inhibitor industry.

Jiang Wangyue remained silent for the second half of the journey until she got on the aircraft. Watching Feng Yan massaging his solar plexus, she raised her hand and grabbed his wrist.

"What are you doing—"

Before Feng Yan could finish his words, a cool spiritual force surged into his spiritual sea, dispelling the dull pain.

"Does it still hurt?"

Feng Yan stared blankly at Jiang Wangyue's bright eyes before realizing that the mental power was hers.

She took the initiative to comfort herself.

Feng Yan suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

Jiang Wangyue now takes the initiative to give him the comfort that he had been unable to obtain even after begging for it in the past year.

Jiang Wangyue frowned when Feng Yan didn't respond. "If you're still in pain—Ah!"

Feng Yan suddenly grabbed Jiang Wangyue's arm and pressed her directly onto the seat of the aircraft.

Jiang Wangyue's head hit the back hard, and even with the protection of the soft cushion, she still screamed in pain.

"Feng Yan! What are you going to do?"

Feng Yan's eyes flashed with emotions that Jiang Wangyue could not understand, which made her feel uneasy.

Feng Yan looked at her panicked expression and leaned down with a cold face.