He Shaoqi had met many obsequious and bureaucratic people, but rarely had he encountered someone so frank and without a trace of sycophancy. In truth, he had already accepted Mo Jing from the bottom of his heart, but out of curiosity, he wanted to see just how far this seemingly weak woman could take Vanilla Collection.
"Everyone's here, let's order," Ling Moyuan, who had been silent, suddenly said.
As he spoke, he called over the waiter and, without even looking at the menu, ordered several dishes, all of which were light porridges and the like, without a trace of oil or spice.
This surprised He Shaoqi, who looked at Ling Moyuan suspiciously, wondering if he usually disliked bland food. What was wrong with him today?
Seemingly noticing He Shaoqi's surprise, Mo Jing had a vague feeling that Ling Moyuan had ordered these dishes because of her. She then said, "I was slightly injured before, so I can't eat spicy food." After saying this, unsure if her guess was correct, she glanced at Ling Moyuan.
"Mm." Ling Moyuan responded faintly on his sharply defined face, but a closer look would reveal a fleeting tenderness in his eyes.
He Shaoqi was about to lose it. These two had only met a few times, how could they know each other so well?
Looking at Mo Jing's calm expression, and then at her own brother, who was busy taking care of her with unintentional concern.
Could it be that Ling Moyuan's feelings for Mo Jing are unrequited?
"Mr. He?" Mo Jing called out to He Shaoqi tentatively, noticing his thoughtful expression that shifted between happiness and frustration.
He Shaoqi suddenly realized what was happening, and the alluring peach blossom smiled as she said, "Calling me Mr. He makes my skin crawl. Let's just call you by your name. We'll be seeing each other all the time at the company."
Although he can be a bit carefree at times, he's not stupid. He knew Mo Jing's real purpose in inviting him to dinner today, so he got straight to the point.
“Then I won’t refuse. He Shaoqi, isn’t it time to inject the promised 300 million into Vanilla Collection?” Mo Jing said directly, getting to the point. Her slender fingers picked up the glass of water on the table, and her eyes inadvertently caught sight of Ling Moyuan’s indifferent expression.
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"I heard that Han Wenlei and Hu Yining's engagement banquet is in two days." After a hearty meal, He Shaoqi leaned back lazily in his chair, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
Instead of answering Mo Jing's question, he casually uttered this nonsensical remark.
Upon hearing this, Mo Jingqing's cold lips curled up slightly, giving off an air of complete control. "Looks like we'll have to put on a good show that day."
"This woman is truly cunning. Not only did she catch Su Yongkang off guard, but she also disrupted Han Wenlei's engagement party. What a brilliant plan!" He Shaoqi thought to himself, but he didn't deny that it was a good plan. He nodded, took out his phone, dialed a number, and relayed Mo Jing's suggestion to the person on the other end of the line.
Then he looked up at Mo Jing and asked her, "Your bank account."
Mo Jing immediately understood that he wanted to inject funds into her company, and quickly gave him her company's account information.
Sure enough, He Shaoqi told the person on the other end of the phone, "Transfer 300 million to this account."
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