Luo Qingyuan opened her eyes and stood up: "Let's go."
As Luo Qingyuan walked out, Cheng Suisui reported today's schedule to her.
"First, there will be a half-hour dance party, followed by a speech from the organizer, and then the donation ceremony will begin today."
Luo Qingyuan nodded gently. After Cheng Suisui finished her brief introduction, they arrived at the dance floor in the hall. At this moment, quite a few people had gathered on the dance floor. Under the dim lights, everyone was dancing gracefully to the beautiful music.
Luo Qingyuan had no intention of dancing, so she found a seat outside the dance floor.
Soon, Xie Beixiu arrived, and he even plopped down right across from Luo Qingyuan.
Cheng Suisui frowned: "You..."
Xie Beixiu quickly said, "Mr. Xie is my father. I am here today on behalf of the organizers to entertain President Luo."
So, Cheng Suisui looked at Luo Qingyuan with a troubled expression.
Xie Beixiu quickly stood up and poured Luo Qingyuan's glass a full glass of wine: "President Luo, would you do me the honor of being my dance partner?"
Luo Qingyuan remained calm, not even glancing at Xie Beixiu, and didn't bother to say a word, only giving Cheng Suisui a look.
So Cheng Suisui raised her hand: "Thank you, young master. President Luo does not wish to be disturbed at the moment. Please."
Xie Beixiu didn't understand. What was wrong with Luo Qingyuan? Why was she so hard to win over? She was, after all, the son of the organizer, wasn't she? Why wouldn't she give him even the slightest bit of face?
Soon, Xie Beixiu learned what it meant to be even more disrespectful, because Luo Qingyuan didn't even look at him, and even reached out and poured the glass of wine that he had personally filled into the trash can next to her.
Xie Beixiu's expression suddenly turned ugly: "President Luo..."
Before he could finish speaking, General Manager Xie rushed over, his forehead covered in sweat, and pulled Xie Beixiu aside: "President Luo, I'm so sorry, my son is young and doesn't know any better, he's disturbed you..."
Xie Beixiu: "Dad, what are you saying? Why are you apologizing..."
"Shut up!!" Boss Xie glared fiercely at his son several times, his forehead covered in sweat.
Xie Beixiu froze on the spot.
Mr. Xie stood before Luo Qingyuan again, smiling obsequiously and bending over, even reaching for his wine glass with trembling hands: "President Luo, my son is ignorant. I will punish myself with three drinks. Please give me face and don't hold it against my son and me."
Before Luo Qingyuan could speak, General Manager Xie hurriedly downed three glasses of wine in one go.
Xie Beixiu was dumbfounded, standing behind him. He had never seen his father ever be so obsequious to anyone.
Only after Mr. Xie finished his drink did Luo Qingyuan lift her eyelids and glance at them indifferently. Her condescending attitude made Mr. Xie's back even wetter: "Mr. Xie, keep your son in check. If this happens again, it won't be as simple as three cups of wine."
With a forced smile, General Xie repeatedly agreed and ordered his men to quickly take Xie Beixiu away.
In business, Luo Qingyuan always keeps her word. If there is a next time, the Xie family can only pray for good fortune. Boss Xie doesn't dare to question her at all.
He planned to send Xie Beixiu abroad overnight, otherwise his son might cause him a lot of trouble.
Soon, Mr. Xie's men arrived with a group of male and female celebrities.
If Luo Qingyuan weren't there, these celebrities could have freely formed groups to dance and party with the guests, but because Luo Qingyuan was there, she had to choose first.
Mr. Xie: "To express my apologies, this is a meal I personally prepared for you. They're all quite famous celebrities in the entertainment industry. Do you see any you like? They could have a couple of drinks with you, or be your dance partner for the night..."
Luo Qingyuan sat lazily on the sofa, her long legs crossed, a slight smile playing on her lips, as she casually glanced up...
What a coincidence.
I know someone.
Nanxing.
At this moment, Nanxing was standing among a group of celebrities.
Celebrities are always eye-catching, especially in recent years. I've heard that Nanxing has acted in many dramas, participated in many variety shows, and won many awards, but so what?
At this moment, although Nanxing was wearing exquisite makeup, the embarrassment on her face was still evident.
In fact, it's common for celebrities to endorse products and participate in events organized by various companies, since they're paid to do things.
But she didn't expect this today...
They brought her here and treated her like an object to be chosen by others, and surprisingly, Luo Qingyuan was the first to have the right to choose.
Over the years, she thought she had finally earned the right to interact with high society, but she never expected that Luo Qingyuan only needed to make a simple appearance, just sitting there, and she looked like a born aristocrat, while she... looked like a clown.
Luo Qingyuan gave birth and then left for five years. She thought...
Unexpectedly, upon returning, I found myself once again standing at the top of the pyramid.
Luo Qingyuan gently tapped the rim of her wine glass with her slender, fair fingers. Her eyes were smiling, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, full of playful laughter. Her tone was extremely calm, yet one could vaguely detect an innate air of authority, the kind of tone that unconsciously comes from someone who has long held a high position.
"Mr. Xie, your judgment is quite poor."
With just that one sentence, General Xie was once again drenched in sweat.
"Mr. Luo, which one would you like? I'll personally go and invite them, how about that?"
The celebrities didn't dare to move an inch, because before they came, someone had told them that if they offended Mr. Xie's guests, they would be finished in the entertainment industry, so everyone was terrified.
Even though Luo Qingyuan was breathtakingly beautiful, no one dared to look directly at her or offend her.
Luo Qingyuan wasn't interested in choosing anyone; she simply waved her finger casually and said, "I don't need anyone here."
General Xie quickly turned around and had them taken away.
Nan Xing stared intently at Luo Qingyuan, seemingly wanting to say something, but was met with a glare from Boss Xie, who warned in a low voice, "Miss Nan, don't cause me any trouble, or don't blame me for turning my back on you."
They're all old foxes. Nanxing's expression clearly tells him something's up.
But President Luo said he didn't need anyone! So naturally he didn't dare let anyone speak.
Luo Qingyuan's surroundings finally quieted down. After all that commotion, her mood had soured, and a sense of world-weariness gradually crept into her eyes.
Cheng Suisui tactfully poured wine for Luo Qingyuan, and Luo Qingyuan drank one cup after another.
She hadn't drunk any alcohol in a long time, and her cheeks were flushed.
Cheng Suisui whispered a word of advice: "Miss, please drink less. The donation drive is about to begin."
Luo Qingyuan responded lightly, but didn't stop drinking from her wine glass.
At this moment, Zhuo Bufan quickly led everyone across the dance floor to their seats.
Their seats were at the back. Zhuo Bufan would bring Duan Ye on stage later to give a speech, briefly introducing the use of the funds and trying to secure more funding for future projects.
Zhuo Bufan took out the manuscript and handed it to Duan Ye: "Duan Ye, you've memorized this manuscript, right? You have to help me with it later."
Zhuo Bufan was over fifty years old. He was Duan Ye's superior and also his teacher. Without Teacher Zhuo, Duan Ye would not have achieved what he has today. So Duan Ye smiled and nodded: "Teacher, don't worry."
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