Nangong Rongyao looked at Wen Jia: "I'll dance a song with her."
Wen Jia's fingernails pierced her palms as she maintained her elegance, managing only a weak smile: "Okay, go ahead."
Nangong Rongyao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried that Wen Jia would disagree, which would cause the matter to spiral out of control, because He Rong was a reckless person.
He Rong laughed smugly: "No wonder Miss Wen can sit firmly in the position of the main wife. Her magnanimity is beyond the reach of ordinary people. To be honest, if it were me, I would have already gone up and scratched her."
If only it were Qiao Feng, but unfortunately, that guy hasn't come yet, and probably won't.
She's disappointed and angry, so she definitely needs someone to be with her.
Wen Jia's face contorted slightly: "Some people are too shameless; you can't scratch them at all." With that, she turned and walked out.
Nangong Rongyao sighed helplessly and pulled He Rong into the dance floor: "Shut up."
"Can't I say it now?" He Rong jumped around in a completely unserious manner, pressing herself directly against Nangong Rongyao. "When we're in bed, what you like most is when people moan."
Nangong Rongyao's expression changed instantly: "He Rong!"
"Enough talk, let's dance." He Rong rubbed her chest against the other person's chest forcefully. "Is my figure better again?"
Nangong Rongyao frowned. To be honest, although he felt disgusted, he was still very attracted to this woman's body. This kind of woman was like opium, addictive and capable of leading to utter ruin.
"Is he better than Wenjia?"
"He Rong, where are the photos?" Nangong Rongyao's face was grim.
"You don't really think I'd give you that twenty-year-old photo just because we dance together, do you?" He Rong laughed. "What are you thinking?"
"Then what do you want?"
"Why don't you marry me?"
"Nonsense."
“Okay, just kidding.” He Rong raised an eyebrow slightly. “Then let’s use money. Name your price, and if you’re satisfied, I’ll give you the original.”
"Five million." Nangong Rongyao breathed a sigh of relief. If it could be solved with money, that would be the best outcome.
"How about I give you five million, and you go to jail for ten years?"
How many do you want?
"One hundred million."
"Go ahead and rob it!"
"I'm robbing it!"
"you……"
"I'll give you two days to think it over. If you don't come after two days, I'll... go to the police station? Or go on Weibo?" He Rong smacked her red lips. "It's really a tough decision."
"Fifty million." Nangong Rongyao stepped back. "That's all I have. Do whatever you want. Let's see if the Nangong family can handle this."
"Deal." He Rong said, leaning closer to Nangong Rongyao's face and giving him a quick kiss. "Money in, photos for you, and a video as a bonus." With that, she released him and turned to leave.
Watching He Rong's alluring back, a murderous glint flashed in Nangong Rongyao's eyes, but it vanished in an instant. He then calmly walked towards Wen Jia, who was waiting for him.
Even if the two people no longer have feelings for each other, they still need to maintain the dignity of both families in front of outsiders.
Le Yao naturally saw that scene as well, and couldn't help but glance at Nangong Jue. Those were his own parents; he must be feeling terrible.
Nangong Jue, however, remained calm. When he saw Le Yao looking at him, he even smiled and asked, "Do you want to go back?"
"Can we go now?"
"Can."
"Let's go." Le Yao stood up; this kind of banquet was really boring.
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