He Rong became obedient, not because she didn't want to do anything, but because she didn't dare. Her son's assistant had just warned her that if she dared to cause trouble, he would immediately issue a statement severing ties.
If her son really cuts ties with her, where will she get so much money to squander?
Although the He family also gave her money, they were limited in amount. Only with her son could she ask for money anytime, anywhere, as long as it wasn't excessive.
More importantly, she knew that the Qiao family had also been invited today, and Qiao Qiao had already arrived, so how far away was Qiao Feng?
He Rong had a twisted obsession with Qiao Feng; she felt that she would die with regrets if she didn't sleep with that man at least once in her life.
Thinking of Qiao Feng, and then looking at Shan Huaming in front of him, he suddenly felt that he couldn't stand him no matter what he looked at, and suddenly regretted bringing him along.
"Darling, would you like something else to eat?" Shan Huaming served He Rong very attentively. After all, if he hadn't gotten to know this woman, he might never have had the chance to be with her in his entire life.
"No, thank you." He Rong glanced at Shan Huaming. "I've shown you the world, you should go back now."
"ah?"
“Go back to the hotel and wait for me.” He Rong curled her red lips. “I need to talk to the Nangong family about my son’s shares. That’s a lot of money.”
"Okay." Shan Huaming glanced around. Actually, he also wanted to blend in, but unfortunately, after listening to their conversation, he didn't understand anything. So, he had wanted to leave for a while, and now that He Rong had spoken, he couldn't be happier.
"Good boy, wait for me." He Rong reached out and patted Shan Huaming's face. "Go on." Before sleeping with Qiao Feng, this man was still passable.
Dan Huaming glanced around again, a determined glint in his eyes. One day, he would be able to chat and laugh with these people.
After the man left, He Rong straightened her chest, picked up a glass of red wine, and walked gracefully toward Nangong Rongyao.
When everyone saw He Rong coming, they instinctively made way for him, their eyes becoming unreadable.
Nangong Rongyao's face darkened, and he turned to leave.
"Nangong Rongyao, why are you leaving?" He Rong chuckled. "I'm a guest, after all. Shouldn't you, as the host, entertain me?"
“As the hostess, I will naturally take care of the female guests.” Wen Jia walked over and said, “Miss He, this way please.”
"I just wanted to ask Mr. Nangong to dance," He Rong smiled at Wen Jia. "You wouldn't even allow that, would you, Miss Wen?"
"How could that be?" Wen Jia clenched her fist slightly, but her expression remained calm. "It's just that my husband is tired, and we're going back to rest. So, I'm sorry." As she spoke, she took Nangong Rongyao's arm. "Also, please call me Mrs. Nangong from now on. Husband, let's go."
Nangong Rongyao let out a breath and followed Wen Jia outside.
"Oh dear, I have two photos over there." He Rong lowered her voice slightly as the couple passed by her. "Twenty years ago, on a rainy night, a girl was hit and sent flying with a thud..."
Wenjia's expression changed, and she turned to look at her husband.
Nangong Rongyao's expression also changed: "He Rong, you..."
"Dancing?" He Rong smiled brightly. "Waltz, that's my favorite."
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