Chapter 196: Mr. Fu, please sit at our table.

Chapter 196: Mr. Fu, please sit at our table?

Director Wang, having spent a long time in officialdom, was extremely adept at observing people's expressions and moods.

Although Fu Yanjing's expression remained cold and aloof.

But that imposing aura inexplicably dissipated a bit.

A hint of a smile flickered in those beautiful eyes.

He was in a very good mood at the moment.

Director Wang had originally intended to invite Fu Yanjing to sit at his table.

But having held his official position for so long, he also developed some burdens.

No matter how privileged Fu Yanjing's status is, he can only be influential in Hong Kong. This is Jiangbei.

Director Wang wanted to win him over, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

In particular, there is the fear of being rejected.

But at this moment, the worries that had been swirling in my chest dissipated.

He put on a polite smile and invited, "Mr. Fu, would you do us the honor of joining us at our table?"

"It is an honor."

Upon hearing this, Section Chief Lin, who had been silent all along, immediately stepped forward to lead the way, following behind Director Wang.

"Mr. Fu, please."

Kong Shenlin consciously retreated to the edge of the corridor.

Looking up, she saw Wen Jin still standing there, stunned.

He was about to reach out and pull Wen Jin over as well.

But the tall, imposing figure had already walked away calmly at Section Chief Lin's invitation.

The corridor was extremely spacious, and even though Wen Jin did not retreat to the edge, her position would not obstruct anyone in the slightest.

But Mr. Fu's figure brushed past Wen Jinye.

With a slight sway of his arm as he walked, he unintentionally brushed against Wen Jinye.

The air was filled with the scent of sandalwood.

That hand with its distinct knuckles hooked around Wen Jinye's fingertips.

Like a feather brushing past.

Warm and light.

Fleeting.

This was a response to her glaring at him.

Wen Jin's spine was taut, and he had grievances he couldn't express.

Subconsciously, he still wanted to glare at Fu Yanjing.

But all I could see was the curve of his lips at the corner of his handsome profile.

...

shameless.

Kong Shenlin's probing gaze was blocked by Assistant Dong.

Looking at that icy face, all of Kong Shenlin's ambiguity and probing vanished instantly.

The other party replied mechanically and emotionlessly:

"Isn't Mr. Kong leaving?"

"Ah... let's go, let's go."

*

Inside the private room, several dishes had already been served one after another.

But Director Wang was late, and no one touched their chopsticks.

However, because we had just talked about a topic that everyone was interested in, the constraints of work disappeared for a moment, and everyone spoke freely.

The atmosphere inside the private room was lively.

Especially when the door to the private room was pushed open, the enthusiastic atmosphere, accompanied by insincere flattery and welcome, reached its peak.

Several leaders from Henderson Land Development stood up first, extended their hands, and turned to greet him, "Director Wang, we've been waiting for this moment for so long—"

His words came to an abrupt end at that moment.

No, can anyone tell him why the group's heir appeared with Director Wang?

It felt like being suddenly inspected by a high-ranking leader.

"Mr. Fu?!"

It's unclear who reacted first, but the altered voice also provided an answer to the person who didn't recognize Fu Yanjing's face.

Coupled with the reactions of several leaders at Henderson Land Development, Fu Yanjing's identity became quite clear.

Two tigers cannot share one mountain.

Originally, this dinner was intended to maintain relations with the people in the Urban Construction Department, but Fu Yanjing's sudden appearance disrupted their plans.

Should one first flatter their own boss, or prioritize maintaining the department head's position for the sake of the project's success?

The key question is, who will sit in the empty seat?

For a few seconds, the air seemed to freeze, and several leaders of Henderson Land Development had a brainstorming session.

Just as he was at his wit's end, Fu Yanjing casually pulled out the seat closest to the door and sat down.

In a relaxed tone, he said, "I'm not the main character tonight. I just happened to be passing by and got along well with Director Wang, so I came to check it out. Please make yourselves at home."

The leaders of Henderson Land Development breathed a sigh of relief.

A group of people then began to welcome Director Wang to his seat.

There was another seat next to Director Wang, which was originally reserved for Section Chief Lin.

But right now, Section Chief Lin hesitated and didn't dare to sit down.

Even if Fu Yanjing were very lenient, there was no reason for him to sit on the edge of the table.

Several leaders from Henderson Land Development hesitated and looked at Fu Yanjing, "Mr. Fu, would you like to sit here?"

Fu Yanjing glanced at the pale yellow bag hanging on the seat next to him and said in a low voice:

"This is a good location."

Therefore, everyone stopped worrying about this issue.

Wen Jin also frowned slightly as she looked at the sanctimonious person sitting next to her.

I felt helpless and angry.

Was he doing it on purpose?

But everyone has already had a round of debate about the seating arrangement.

She's now moving to a different location with her bag, which is even more unclear and ambiguous.

Wen Jin could only suppress the faint wisps of pent-up frustration in her chest and sit down.

He subtly moved his body to the empty space next to him.

Kong Shenlin also struggled for a few seconds.

Because the position Fu Yanjing was sitting in was the one Kong Shenlin had sat in at the beginning.

But he didn't leave any trace on the seat.

Kong Shenlin could only keep quiet and walk to another empty spot next to Wen Jinye.

Just as I was about to sit down, that casual voice suddenly rang out:

"Dong Qi, you sit next to reporter Wen."

Dong Qi, who originally planned to stand by for a while and then leave with Fu Yanjing: ...

Kong Shenlin: ...

In the end, Wen Jin also felt that she was like the bacon slice in the sandwich.

Caught in the middle.

Kong Shenlin sat in a position quite far from Wen Jin.

As the people from the Urban Construction Department took their seats, the waiters began to serve the dishes one after another.

Everyone present could be considered a seasoned veteran in their respective industries, so no matter who spoke, no one made any sound inappropriate.

The initial awkwardness dissipated as the conversation unfolded.

The lively atmosphere at the banquet returned to normal.

Wen Jin remained largely unnoticed, silently drinking water and eating small bites.

If she accidentally makes eye contact with someone, she'll use her usual perfunctory trick, flashing a polite and gentle smile.

After a few rounds of drinks, someone brought up the topic of love and marriage.

The single people present were all identified by those around them.

Even Wen Jin, who had been staying out of the conversation, was mentioned.

"What about Reporter Wen? Reporter Wen is so beautiful and outstanding, I wonder if she's gotten a good deal with someone?"

"If I had a girlfriend as beautiful as Reporter Wen, I'd probably wake up laughing in my dreams."

Coincidentally, every time the rotating tabletop stops spinning, a dish that Wen Jin also loves will appear in front of her.

Anyway, Wen Jin was just a nobody at this dinner party, and the food here was really tempting.

Wen Jin also seemed to enjoy the meal quite a bit.

When asked, she was chewing on stir-fried bamboo shoots.

Suddenly being called upon, she looked up innocently and blankly, her clear and bright eyes appearing exceptionally captivating.

Someone asked, "Is Reporter Wen single?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Jin's toes, which were hidden under the tablecloth, were suddenly touched by something.

Immediately afterwards, something hot touched her calf through the soft fabric of her clothes.

Those are Fu Yanjing's calves.

But the man remained expressionless.

His dignified and aloof demeanor made it hard to guess that his calves were casually rubbing against Wen Jinye under the tablecloth.

A surge of heat rose from my cheeks.

The word "is" was almost mispronounced.