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The luxury car slowly pulled up in front of an upscale French restaurant.

The restaurant waiter quickly stepped forward and opened the back door of the car.

Song Beiting stepped out of the car first, then went around to the other side, opened the car door, leaned slightly forward, and extended his right hand into the car.

"Senior."

Nan Qing, who was inside the car, glanced at him and naturally got in.

Song Beiting quickly clenched his fist, a faint blush rising to his face.

Although he had known his senior for a long time and was still living in her apartment, this was the first time he had ever had such close physical contact.

"Why are you suddenly being so gentlemanly?" Nan Qing teased after stopping.

Song Beiting was already a little embarrassed, but after being teased by Nanqing, his face flushed even more.

"I……"

He felt like he was on fire and didn't know how to explain, so he hastily changed the subject:

"Are you hungry, senior? Let's go inside first..."

As he spoke, he bent his arm and moved the hand he was holding in his palm to his elbow, letting her link arms with him.

Seeing his series of actions, Nan Qing just smiled and didn't say anything more. Following his lead, she took his hand and walked into the restaurant with him.

Upon entering the restaurant, Song Beiting first pulled out a chair for Nan Qing, and only sat down opposite her after she had taken her seat.

"Monsieur, madame, quel vin de pré - repas faut - il?" the waiter asked in fluent French as he handed over the menu.

Song Beiting did not immediately open the menu, but instead looked up at Nan Qing and asked in a low voice, "What would you like to drink, Senior?"

Nan Qing glanced casually at the wine list and lightly tapped one of the items with her fingertip: "This one."

Song Beiting glanced at it, then looked up at the waiter and said:

"Apportez un verre de Kir Royal à cette dame, je veux un verre de champagne Krug, merci."

His pronunciation was very standard, and he also had a natural, elegant French accent.

Nanqing rested her chin on her hand and looked at him: "You speak French so well."

He looked up and smiled subtly: "To make my part-time job easier, I learned a few more foreign languages."

He speaks French, English, Russian, and even German and Japanese quite well. He has also worked part-time at such upscale restaurants during winter and summer vacations, where waiters who can speak foreign languages ​​can earn higher salaries.

"Then you can order for me, you know what I like to eat."

Nan Qing simply closed the menu and pushed it in front of him.

She doesn't like ordering food; she always thinks everything looks delicious and wants to order it all.

Knowing her personality, Song Beiting nodded in agreement. Looking at the various dishes on the menu, he first asked:

"Quels sont vos plats signature aujourd'hui?"

"Chef remand particulièrement la sole meunière avec des truffs noires de provence."

Song Beiting: "Don't worry about chef d'aujourd'hui, don't forget to eat, don't worry about it."

The waiter nodded and took notes, then asked:

“Bon monsieur, soups and garnitures, que voulez - vous choisir? ”

"It's all about the soup..."

Song Beiting's gaze lingered between the "French Cream of Mushroom Soup" and the "Lobster Soup" for a moment before he finally ordered both.

He remembered that she liked to eat meat, seafood, and especially mushrooms.

Hearing the dishes he ordered, Nan Qing was quite satisfied; they were indeed all her favorite flavors.

After the appetizers were served, Nanqing first tried the "French-style baked snails." The garlic and butter flavors were strong, and the snail meat was very fresh. Paired with a baguette, it was indeed quite good.

But just as she was enjoying the delicious food, an unpleasant voice came from behind her.

"It seems we really are destined to meet, President Ning."

Shen Yanshan walked closer side by side with a socialite with exquisite makeup.

Nan Qing hated being disturbed while eating, and upon hearing this sound, a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes.

She put down her knife and fork, picked up her water glass, took a small sip, and glanced indifferently at the person who had come in.

"I didn't expect President Shen to still be in the mood to go out for dinner. It seems you've already appeased Old President Shen? I heard his blood pressure hasn't been very stable lately, so President Shen doesn't need to be by his bedside to fulfill his filial duties?"

Her voice was soft, yet every word was barbed.

Shen Yanshan's expression changed slightly, then he put on a businesslike smile again: "Thanks to President Ning, my father is in excellent health. But you, neglecting the company's acquisition, are here..." His gaze swept over Song Beiting opposite him, meaningfully implying, "A date?"

Song Beiting put down his napkin, looked up at Shen Yanshan, his eyes calm and his tone composed.

"Mr. Shen, it is very impolite to disturb others' meals."

Shen Yanshan looked at Song Beiting, sized him up, and then said with disdain, "I'm talking to Ning Nanqing, what are you doing here, you gigolo who lives off a woman?"

"Shenyan Mountain".

Nan Qing spoke coldly, her face showing no anger, but her tone was full of chilling coldness.

The atmosphere became somewhat tense for a moment.

At this moment, the female companion beside Shen Yanshan broke the silence, curiously looking at Nan Qing, and asked softly:

"Yan Shan, who is this?"

Shen Yanshan wanted to leave, but due to the status of the person beside him, he could only force a few fake smiles and introduce:

"This is Ning Nanqing, the chairman of the Ning Group. As for him, well, he's just a minor celebrity."

The young lady suddenly realized what was happening and gracefully extended her hand:

“Miss Ning, I’ve heard so much about you. My name is Lin Jiayi, and my father is Lin Zhiwei.”

Lin Zhiwei, a very ordinary and common name.

But it was this name that made Nan Qing glance at Shen Yanshan, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Lin Zhiwei is the chairman of Lin's International Bank.

No wonder even the usually arrogant Shen Yanshan had to fawn over him.

Nan Qing nodded slightly, without getting up, but leaned forward slightly and took the hand of the beauty opposite him:

"Hello, Ning Nanqing."

"I often hear Miss Ning's name from my father, and he even said he wanted to introduce us so I could learn more from you." Lin Jiayi's voice was gentle, and she was also very elegant and beautiful, with an innate sense of nobility in every word and action.

"Really? It's not too late to get to know each other now. I enjoy making friends with beautiful women."

Nan Qing smiled, glancing at Shen Yanshan's increasingly unpleasant face out of the corner of her eye, and couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

The group is experiencing cash flow difficulties. Is he planning to use himself as a bargaining chip, using his good looks to deceive a naive rich heiress?

Lin Jiayi was indeed well protected by her family. She blushed a little when Nan Qing praised her and took out her phone to exchange contact information with Nan Qing.

Seeing Shen Yanshan's face grow increasingly worse behind her, Nan Qing, who had no intention of refusing the beauty's request, readily agreed.

Shen Yanshan was indeed in a bad mood at the moment. Seeing that the two of them were getting more and more into conversation, he finally couldn't help but interject:

"Jiayi," Shen Yanshan's voice was tinged with suppressed irritation, "why don't we go over there first?" He glanced meaningfully at Song Beiting, "After all, we shouldn't keep interrupting Miss Ning's date."

Lin Jiayi then smiled as if waking from a dream, and said apologetically, "Ah, I really have taken too long. Sister Ning, I'll be going now. You guys have your meal first, and we'll make another appointment another day."

"Okay, I'll ask you out another day." Nan Qing had a good impression of this girl.

Shen Yanshan almost impatiently reached out to support Lin Jiayi's lower back, wanting to get her away as quickly as possible. But before turning around, he suddenly stopped, his gaze sweeping contemptuously over Song Beiting, a malicious smile curling at the corner of his lips:

"President Ning's dating partners... change quite quickly, but this time, they don't seem to be of very high quality."