8 PM.
Remembering the old hotel, inside a luxuriously decorated private room.
"Miss Wu, am I a little early?"
Seeing that only Wang Qian and Wu Yanping were sitting around the large round table, Jiang Zhenghua, who had just arrived, tentatively asked, "Hasn't your distinguished guest arrived yet?"
"not yet!"
Wu Yanping shook her head. "He'll probably be a little late."
"Later?"
Jiang Zhenghua seemed to be deep in thought.
As early as last night when Wu Yanping invited him, he had already vaguely guessed that the person Wu Yanping wanted to meet must be someone of extraordinary background.
It now seems even more mysterious than he had imagined.
It's worth noting that Wu Yanping comes from a good family, is beautiful, and is a popular female singer in the area. It would be a great honor for anyone to accept an invitation from someone like her.
but,
The time has come, but the guests invited by Wu Yanping tonight have not yet arrived.
However, Wu Yanping showed no displeasure whatsoever.
It's easy to imagine how extraordinary that guest's status and position must be.
"President Jiang, if you can wait, please have a seat."
Just as he was lost in thought, Wu Yanping's gentle, heavenly voice came again, "Of course, if President Jiang has other urgent matters or doesn't want to wait for others, I won't force him."
Jiang Zhenghua suddenly came to his senses and quickly sat down in a seat some distance away from Wu Yanping. He said with a smile, "Miss Wu, what are you saying? You are the host tonight, and I am just a guest. If you can wait, why can't I?"
"I'm so sorry for wasting Mr. Jiang's time!"
"Miss Wu, please don't say that..."
After some pleasantries and small talk, the private room soon fell silent.
Jiang Zhenghua wanted to continue joking with Wu Yanping, but she remained cold and aloof.
He said it several times, but Wu Yanping pretended not to hear, so he had no choice but to give up in frustration.
As for Wang Qian, he remained silent throughout, his face dark and somewhat frightening, as if someone owed him millions and wouldn't pay it back.
Although Jiang Zhenghua was curious, he was too lazy to ask.
After all, in his eyes, Wang Qian was ultimately just a clown.
Besides being Wu Yanping's college classmate, the reason he was able to climb up to her was probably due to his good looks.
He has always hated pretty boys like this the most.
Therefore, he would not condescend to speak to Wang Qian unless absolutely necessary.
Time passed by, second by second.
After about ten minutes, when there was still no movement, Jiang Zhenghua couldn't help but ask again, "Ms. Wu, when will your guest arrive?"
"Maybe soon?" Wu Yanping replied uncertainly.
Jiang Zhenghua was somewhat depressed.
At the same time, I became even more curious.
Just how important is this person to dare to be so late?
The most amazing thing is that even after waiting for more than ten minutes, Wu Yanping's face still showed no impatience and remained calm as usual.
"Hmph, it's been so long, why aren't you here yet? Do you really think you're someone important?"
Wang Qian, who had been silent all along, suddenly banged on the table and muttered a curse.
"What did you say?"
Wu Yanping frowned. "That was a guest I specially invited. Why are you giving me that look?"
Jiang Zhenghua, standing nearby, was also stunned.
Isn't Wang Qian just a sycophant in front of Wu Yanping?
The existence of a "lickspittle" is solely for flattering and pleasing their master.
Even if you're angry, you can only swallow your anger and keep quiet.
How dare Wang Qian throw a tantrum at a time like this?
Is this some kind of rebellion?
Surprised, he suddenly thought of another possibility.
Wang Qian might be very reluctant to accept the upcoming mystery guest; otherwise, even a wealthy man like him from Linjiang City would have to patiently wait, so Wang Qian, a sycophant, would have even less reason to be angry.
"Even if they are guests you invited, we clearly agreed on eight o'clock, and it's already past eight o'clock and they still haven't arrived. Isn't that a bit insincere?"
Under Jiang Zhenghua's gloating gaze, Wang Qian continued to speak indignantly.
"Enough!"
Wu Yanping suddenly snapped, "If you're really impatient, go back first. I'm not forcing you to wait with me!"
"I……"
Before Wang Qian could say anything more, a deep, resonant voice suddenly came from outside the door, "Hey, what's all this noise about?"
Looking in the direction of the sound, a young man wearing a suit, tie, and leather shoes entered the restaurant.
He had a buzz cut, a sharp, chiseled face, and a defiant smile on his lips.
As he walked into the restaurant, his steps were swift and his demeanor dashing, exuding the aura of a successful person.
"Huang Bo, you're here!"
Wu Yanping's anger turned to joy, and she hurriedly got up to greet her.
Jiang Zhenghua, though puzzled, quickly stood up and put on a friendly smile.
He certainly couldn't be impolite to someone whom even Wu Yanping treated with such care.
Only Wang Qian remained seated, his face filled with disgust and impatience. As the young man arrived, he muttered under his breath, "Such a show-off, isn't he afraid of getting struck by lightning?"
Although the voice was soft, it was still heard by Jiang Zhenghua, Wu Yanping, and Huang Bo, who had just arrived.
That kid's got something!
Jiang Zhenghua didn't say anything, but he was overjoyed inside.
He now finally understood why Wang Qian had rejected this young man named Huang Bo.
The other person was handsome and dashing, and with that outfit, he looked like a successful person.
In particular, Wu Yingying's attitude towards Huang Bo was extremely friendly.
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