The name Xiang Wanwan has been noticed by all the wealthy families in Jiangcheng since she was announced as the sole heir to the Du family.
The marriageable daughters of wealthy families always attract attention, let alone Xiang Wanwan, the heiress to the 900 billion yuan Du family. From the moment her life story was revealed during a live broadcast, Xiang Wanwan's name was on the marriage proposal lists of major wealthy families.
The reason why the wealthy nobles hadn't taken action yet was, firstly, to observe how the Xiang family, or Xiang Wanwan, would deal with the fake daughter. Did the Xiang family have one daughter, or two, or would the Du family have two daughters? Secondly, to observe who was in charge of Runjia, and what the relationship between Xiang Wanwan and Xiang Yongkang, father and daughter, was like.
When people heard that Xiang Wanwan had taken charge of Runjia Investment and became Director Xiang, many people felt that this girl was full of resentment.
He had such a quarrel with his own father.
But on the other hand, I feel very relieved.
A little girl who has fallen out with her father is so easy to control.
In fact, Yi Qiming saw Xiang Wanwan as soon as she came into the cocktail party tonight.
The reception was to promote the Yi family's newly opened high-end hotel, and the venue was in the hotel's two-story banquet hall. Yi Qiming and a group of young men were on the second-floor terrace, watching everything going on downstairs.
Seeing Xiang Yongkang's face change after hearing Xiang Wanwan's words, someone even laughed at him: "Young Master Yi, you, the future young mistress, are really ruthless and can say anything. Will you not even let me go out for midnight snacks in the future?"
"It's hard to say. A girl like this, rich and hot-tempered, seems hard to chase." Another person said sourly, "Maybe she's our Miss Yi? Who knows. Have you seen the man next to her? I heard he was just an ordinary employee of Runjia. I don't know how he caught the eye of the young lady and was directly promoted to a personal assistant. Excuse me, Mr. Yi, this is how Xiang Yongkang got to the top."
Yi Qiming even laughed and scolded them, "Go away, you guys are sour grapes. With me, Young Master Yi, taking action, is there any woman in the world that I can't handle?"
"Wait!"
Yi Qiming drank the whiskey in the glass in one gulp, straightened his collar, and went downstairs while giving instructions to the hotel management.
He pretended to be in a hurry, but in fact he had already made up his mind.
Looking across the entire Jiangcheng, among the young men, those whose families are richer than his are still younger, and those who are about the same age as him do not have as good a family background as him.
He, Young Master Yi, is the best candidate for Xiang Wanwan's husband.
And he... was also a little attracted to this nine hundred billionaire daughter.
She was a little thin, but her face was truly pure and beautiful. He had been around so many women, from entertainment stars to school beauties, all kinds of beauties, but he had never seen one as pure and sickly as Xiang Wanwan.
Just looking at this face made Yi Qiming feel itchy, not to mention that just now he followed everyone's attention and looked at Xiang Wanwan's hand.
Those hands were so pale and weak, they looked like they were made of a handful of snow.
Yi Qiming has a secret hobby - he is a hand control freak, especially liking the soft, boneless, and silky-skinned hands of beautiful women.
His first thought was to give her a good touch while greeting her.
Unexpectedly, instead of touching the beauty's hand, the wrist was grabbed by a big man.
The man's hands were hard and powerful, like steel claws when he grabbed someone. Yi Qiming was completely out of sorts. He struggled but couldn't get free, and a surge of anger immediately rose between his brows.
For the sake of the beauty, Yi Qiming managed not to lose his temper. He just said gently and helplessly, "Mr. Xiang, are you angry? I'm sorry, I was upstairs just now, but I ran down when I heard the assistant's notification. I'm really sorry that I couldn't help you stop Mr. Xiang, but I really didn't mean it."
He deliberately lowered his voice and spoke slowly, "Xiang Dong, you are a distinguished guest in my heart. How could I neglect you?"
What do you mean by "the distinguished guest of my heart"? The eldest daughter is clearly a distinguished guest of their Yi family! This young master Yi is deliberately making his words so ambiguous!
Pei Xingyao suddenly felt angry.
This man has ulterior motives towards the young lady!
He refused to let go, and Yi Qiming couldn't break free either. Xiang Wanwan remained silent. The situation became awkward, and Yi Qiming's expression gradually darkened. Trying to maintain his composure, he hinted again, "Xiang Dong?"
How could such a delicate girl have such an arrogant personality?
Xiang Wanwan looked at him quietly.
She had three purposes for coming to the Yi family's party: to tell the past, to feign resentment, and to provoke Xiang Yongkang. One of these was accomplished. The other two were to use the opportunity to establish her authority and teach the Yi family a lesson.
She thought she had to find opportunities to achieve these two goals separately, but unexpectedly, the opportunities came to her.
After a few seconds, Xiang Wanwan raised her hand to signal Pei Xingyao to let go and asked, "So the person in charge of the Monsoon Hotel is actually Young Master Yi?"
Of course not, it's his brother who always messes around when he has nothing to do. But what's the big deal? Is this the time to talk business?
It's time to fall in love!
Yi Qiming avoided answering and just smiled and said, "Mr. Xiang, this is not the place to talk. You are a distinguished guest. We have prepared a lounge and refreshments upstairs. I heard that you are not in good health, so they are all very light. I specially prepared your favorite dragon dew fruit tea. Mr. Xiang, let's go and try it together. Let's talk slowly upstairs, how about it?"
Wow! This Yi Qiming!
The young men present couldn't help but cast angry glances.
His intentions could only fool a young, worldly-wise girl who had just returned from a wealthy family. Who wouldn't know what he was planning? He'd sit upstairs, maybe take the opportunity to surprise her? And then, perhaps, hold her hand and comfort the daughter who had just argued with her father?
After this comfort, shouldn’t I also hug her in my arms and comfort her?
It’s convenient to take advantage of the landlord’s kindness!
Yi Qiming thought so too. He was still obsessed with those hands and extended his hand like a gentleman: "Xiang Dong, please?"
Xiang Wanwan didn't move immediately, but just looked at him, her voice cold and indifferent: "Young Master Yi, I'm not in good health, so my temper isn't very good either. I'll be frank with you. I just want to find a quiet place to have a good talk about Runjia's investment in the Monsoon Hotel. If Young Master Yi can make the decision on behalf of the Monsoon Hotel, then we can go and talk now. If Young Master Yi is not the one making the decision, please call someone who can. Otherwise..."
She said two words and didn't continue. She just smiled lightly, almost without any warmth, and put one hand on the armrest of the sofa. She stood up and said, "Young Master Yi, please come in."
Yi Qiming's hands were empty, feeling a bit awkward. He looked at the beauty in the white dress who had passed by and suddenly smiled.
This little beauty was quite impressive. He loved conquering this kind of pretentious beauty. Listening to her begging with red eyes and a soft voice was so exciting.
However, the assistant beside her is really a bit of an eyesore.
Yi Qiming took a few steps forward, glanced at Pei Xingyao, and said suggestively, "Mr. Xiang, who is this?"
"Pei Xingyao, my assistant." Xiang Wanwan raised her dark eyes and asked, "Why? Are assistants not allowed during business talks? Does the Yi family have such informal rules?"
"Uh..." Yi Qiming was speechless.
Forget it, since we are going to do business under the pretext of doing business, let’s just let this pretty boy go first and find a chance to send him away later.
Yi Qiming was thinking as he walked, and kept winking at the hotel management as he went upstairs.
Pei Xingyao followed beside her, carefully adjusting the hem of Xiang Wanwan's skirt. While looking around, his eyes suddenly caught a person, and his whole body tensed up immediately.
What's wrong? Xiang Wanwan glanced at him.
Pei Xingyao quickly withdrew his gaze and shook his head silently, thinking that as soon as the Yi family's affairs were resolved, he would persuade the eldest lady to leave quickly.
The so-called lounge is a suite on the second floor. It looks like a formal reception room with a spacious terrace and a beautiful river view. There are many fruits, desserts and drinks on the coffee table.
"Come, Mr. Xiang." Yi Qiming pulled the chair away attentively. "Please."
As soon as Xiang Wanwan sat down, Yi Qiming took out a bunch of pink roses from somewhere and handed them to her. "Mr. Xiang, it's my fault that I made you unhappy on our first meeting. Flowers are bestowed upon beautiful women. This bouquet is an apology gift. Please don't refuse it."
This is one of his common tactics, half submissive and gentle, half coercive.
If a woman is too stupid to understand, and sees the superficial apology and thinks of his wealth, she will think, "Oh my God! Young Master Yi apologized to me," and then feel flattered. If a woman is smarter and understands, she will think, "After all, he is the eldest son of the Yi family. He has already bowed his head, so I can't give him face," and then reluctantly, she will give in.
Over the years, Yi Qiming has tried and tested it time and time again and it has always worked.
But this time, Xiang Wanwan's expression remained unchanged. She simply said, "We're all business partners. Young Master Yi, there's no need to be like this. I'm not in good health and am prone to pollen allergies."
Was it really a pollen allergy, or did he not understand the flattery in his words? Yi Qiming secretly regretted that he had only flirted with the blind man and could only put the bouquet away.
Fortunately, he had another trick up his sleeve.
Yi Qiming sat down on another chair, an eager yet gentle smile on his face, and raised his hand to pour tea: "Xiang Dong, here, this is a tea made with Tianqing Fuling and Longlu fruit. It's very nourishing. I prepared it especially for you. I'll use tea instead of wine to toast Xiang Dong. Xiang Dong, please give me some face."
After saying that, he raised the teacup in one hand and handed it to Xiang Wanwan with a smile.
After passing it for more than ten seconds, Xiang Wanwan just watched quietly, and her eyes gradually turned cold.
"Director Xiang?" Yi Qiming's smile froze. "Are you really that disrespectful?"
Xiang Wanwan responded by glancing at the time on her phone. "Young Master Yi, I've already told you I'm not feeling well. I just want to talk about investment. It's been three minutes since I came in, and Young Master Yi keeps talking about other things. I don't think we need to talk anymore."
What does that mean? Such a bad temper? He's going to flip the table and walk out if someone says something he doesn't agree with?
Xiang Wanwan stood up while she spoke. "Assistant Pei, go back and send the next notice saying that the Four Seasons Hotel is just a toy used by Young Master Yi to pick up girls. It's not profitable and has very lax management. We plan to terminate the cooperation and there's no need to follow up on the subsequent investment."
"Ah?" Yi Qiming was stunned. He instinctively reached out to stop the person and blurted out, "No... Xiang Wanwan, do you really think you are here to discuss business? You...hiss!"
Before he could finish his words, his hand was grabbed.
Pei Xingyao rolled over and twisted, and with a flick of his wrist, he pushed him back several steps, and his lower back hit the iron railing of the terrace with a bang.
“Don’t block the way.”
"You..." Yi Qiming felt pain and couldn't help but curse: "Xiang Wanwan, I was trying to comfort you, but you actually let your assistant attack me? Are you like your mother, and have a crush on the assistant...ah!"
Before he could finish his words, Yi Qiming felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He immediately covered his stomach with both hands, knelt down with a pale face, and was speechless for a long time.
"You... actually dare..."
"I'm sorry, Miss." Pei Xingyao withdrew his arm and bowed his head respectfully. His voice was calm, and there was no sign of the storm brewing in his eyes. "I brought my personal feelings to work, and I'm a little angry when I hear someone slandering you."
"It's okay, well done." Xiang Wanwan not only did not blame him, but nodded approvingly and ordered: "Young Master Yi seems a little uncomfortable, help him lift his head."
"Yes." Pei Xingyao stepped forward, stood beside Yi Qiming, and stretched out his right hand.
Elbows pressed on his shoulders, forcing him to bend over, while fingers pinched his chin, forcing him to look up.
Looking up at the petite, sickly young woman.
Xiang Wanwan folded her arms and looked down at him with a cold expression. "Young Master Yi, originally, I wanted to withdraw my investment because I felt your Yi family was a bunch of ungrateful people. You were practically bankrupt, and it was only with the Du family's investment that you took a gamble and entered the high-end hotel industry, hoping for a last-ditch chance to turn things around. And yet, you were the last to show up for my grandfather's funeral."
"Who came up with this idea? Don't you think this tactic of sitting back and watching the tigers fight is brilliant? Coming late, pretending to be ignorant, planting a little grass on the wall, you can avoid offending both Xiang Yongkang and me?"
Xiang Wanwan laughed without any warmth. Her voice was soft and low, weak and gentle. The darkness in her eyes was so deep that it seemed to be able to swallow up all the deep seas in the world.
"Then let me tell you now. I've deeply offended you, the Yi family. I gave you a chance today, but you didn't even cherish it. And you're actually playing this trick on me? You're so shameless. So, your Yi family has no face left in front of me. Do you think the Tianliang King's defeat was just a joke?"
She was wearing a pure white, loose gauze dress. When she first walked in, Yi Qiming joked with the group of wealthy young men, saying, "To be pretty, a woman should be in mourning." Look at this white dress, this figure, this pale little face. She is so pure and beautiful that I feel pity for her.
Only now did Yi Qiming realize that Xiang Wanwan had indeed chosen a white dress to look like she was wearing mourning clothes, because she came to settle accounts for Du Jingyuan's funeral!
This outfit is not pitiful at all, but rather a lonely moon in the sky, extremely frosty!
"I... am right..." Yi Qiming wanted to say something, but Xiang Wanwan's patience had run out. She raised her hand and said, "Okay, I'm done. Assistant Pei, why are you so strong? You're hurting Young Master Yi."
As she spoke, she picked up the teacup from the coffee table and handed it over: "Give Young Master Yi a cup of tea as an apology."
"Yes." Pei Xingyao, like those loyal and obedient shadow guards in ancient times, immediately let go, took the teacup, and handed it to Yi Qiming without saying a word.
"Master Yi, I'm sorry."
Pei Xingyao said politely, pinched Yi Qiming's chin, and poured it in without saying a word.
At this moment, the door of the reception room was slammed open, and a frightened, angry, and anxious voice shouted, "Xiang Dong! Wait!"
The man was dressed in a lead-gray suit, neatly ironed, highlighting his gentle demeanor. He was a handsome man, his brows etched with anxiety. He clearly wanted to rush over, but was wary of offending Xiang Wanwan, so he hesitated and worried.
During this hesitation, Pei Xingyao had already finished his tea and returned to Xiang Wanwan.
"Miss."
Xiang Wanwan nodded and deliberately asked, "Why? Why do you want me to show mercy? Isn't this the tonic tea that Young Master Yi prepared for me?"
The man's brows were filled with helplessness, guilt, and shame. It was indeed a tonic tea, but he had just learned from the hotel management that this tea was too tonic. Most people would feel hot all over after drinking it.
For most women, they would be unable to resist wiping away the sweat and taking off their outer clothes. But for someone as frail as Xiang Wanwan, it's very likely that she would have a nosebleed from overeating.
This was an opportunity Yi Qiming had created to show some concern and care. However, this was too despicable, so he rushed over as soon as he heard the report.
But unexpectedly, it was too late.
He looked at Yi Qiming, who was curled up on the ground with his hands on his stomach, motionless. He sighed deeply, stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Dr. Xiang, I solemnly apologize to you on behalf of my elder brother. I am truly sorry."
Xiang Wanwan refused to accept it. She sneered, "Why would you replace him? Does he recognize you?"
This sentence directly touched the deepest point in the man's heart.
His name is Yi Jiantai, and he is Yi Qiming's cousin. He was the one who planned and built the Monsoon Hotel. However, the Yi family did not recognize his father, thinking that their family was a side branch. He wanted to prop up the Yi family and seize the power of the eldest branch.
But this is the secret of their Yi family. How could she, a real daughter who just returned to a wealthy family, know about it?
He didn't know what to say, watching Xiang Wanwan walk out with her assistant. Yi Jiantai was still worried about his hotel and couldn't help but shout, "Director Xiang, can we withdraw our investment?"
"You mean, for the sake of the Yi family, let it go?" Xiang Wanwan turned around and asked, "Why? When you were about to withdraw your investment, you knew you were wrong. Why didn't you think earlier that Runjia was your major financial backer and that you couldn't afford to offend him?"
Yi Jiantai's lips moved: "I..."
"Because at that time you thought that Runjia was Runjia. Even if I was the heir of the Du family, it was still uncertain who would sit in the position of chairman of Runjia, right?" Xiang Wanwan interrupted him.
"That's such a shame. Your Yi family made the wrong bet. Now I'm the chairman of Runjia. Whoever didn't give me face back then will have no face in front of me now. I'm not targeting your Yi family. I'm speaking to the people of Jiangcheng and even the entire business community about this—"
"I'm not one of those rich girls you talk about, waiting to be sold at a high price, waiting to find a good husband to rely on. I'm the chairman of Runjia, and I'm competing with you for power and profit. If you want to pursue me, no problem, just say you want to pursue me. I'm not a pure cultivator, so I don't care about other people's feelings. However, if anyone dares to play tricks on me under the guise of business..."
Xiang Wanwan laughed softly, frightening everyone who was attracted by the noise.
"My assistant is very skilled. As a qualified employee, I believe he will fulfill his duties and deal with everyone who may affect my business."
After saying that, Xiang Wanwan left with Pei Xingyao with a cold face.
She didn't say a word, nor did she ask anyone to move aside, but the onlookers on the road all involuntarily avoided her sharp edge and automatically took a step back.
Only when they reached the stairs did Xiang Wanwan's face show a gentle expression: "Uncle Wei."
Wei Nanrong hurried up, his face full of worry: "I heard that you and Young Master Yi went to the room alone, are you okay?"
"With Assistant Pei here, what could possibly happen to me?" Xiang Wanwan laughed meaningfully. "It's Young Master Yi and the Yi family who are in trouble. Uncle Wei, I think it's almost time. There's no need for us to stay any longer."
Wei Nanrong understood what she meant, which was that there was no possibility of cooperation with the Yi family.
He didn't understand why Yao Kehan invested in the Monsoon Hotel. Yi Jiantai had some skills, but he wasn't the one who made the decisions for the Yi family. The Yi family was no longer a force to be reckoned with, so there was no need for him to invest.
"Okay." Wei Nanrong nodded, and he and Pei Xingyao accompanied her downstairs, one on each side, fearing that she would trip over the wide hem of her skirt. "I'm going to find Xiaoheng, I'll leave now."
Go find Wei Heng? Pei Xingyao's eyes moved, and he said, "Then Vice President Wei, please go ahead. I'll escort the young lady."
Wei Nanrong had no doubts and was about to agree when Xiang Wanwan raised her hand to stop him. She turned around and asked, "What did you see?"
Pei Xingyao really wanted to say nothing, he even pursed his lips.
However, obeying her and letting her make decisions on everything has become his instinct.
Because he is her sword.
Two lifetimes ago, when she was still a sword cultivator, she started fasting at the age of fifteen and kept it up at all costs, but it was useless. Even her sword couldn't protect her from thunder tribulations.
He followed her as a swordsman and sword cultivator for a lifetime, and was reincarnated with her residual soul for a lifetime. Now, he finally collected all of her soul and was reborn together.
After three lifetimes, Pei Xingyao already understood that no matter what form the relationship between them took, whether it was a sword and a powerful swordsman, a nameless clerk and a confused ATM lady, or even the assistant and the lady in front of him.
Regardless of her identity or form, she is always his master. He must and is willing to be the only person in the world who is absolutely obedient to her.
"I just..." Pei Xingyao lowered his head, hiding the resentment in his eyes, and replied calmly: "Before going upstairs, I saw Miss Wei and Mr. Ding go to the small garden behind the hotel together."
Wei Nanrong still didn't understand: "Mr. Ding?"
"He's the man who saved Miss Ling at the auction that day and you gave her a bracelet." Xiang Wanwan explained, frowning.
She admired Wei Nanrong very much, and she also didn't want Wei Heng to be deceived by Ding Zhiyuan like in the original novel. Although Wei Heng left Ding Zhiyuan in the end and did not become his concubine, she never married for Ding Zhiyuan.
She deserves better.
Who is Ding Zhiyuan?
Xiang Wanwan's face turned pale when she thought of this name, and she ordered, "Take me there."
She... Pei Xingyao and Wei Nanrong's hearts skipped a beat at the same time. Was she angry?
Chapter 21: "The character [Wei Heng] has reached 70% awakening. It is estimated that awakening this character will gain 10,000 awakening points."
Wei Heng was also a surprise to Ding Zhiyuan.
Ding Zhiyuan had tricked Xiang Yongkang into bringing him to the party with a few words, intending to wait for Xiang Wanwan. He'd already figured it out: if Xiang Yongkang went to find Xiang Wanwan, they'd definitely argue. No matter how strong Xiang Wanwan was, she was still just a twenty-year-old girl. What girl wouldn't be heartbroken after being hurt by her father? She'd probably find a place to cry.
When the time comes, if he shows up and comforts her properly, wouldn't that increase Xiang Wanwan's favorability?
Therefore, Ding Zhiyuan separated from Xiang Yongkang early to avoid Xiang Wanwan discovering that they came together. He hid in a corner, watching the argument between Xiang Wanwan and Xiang Yongkang, and waited for Xiang Wanwan to leave.
Unexpectedly, a young master Yi suddenly appeared and took Xiang Wanwan away in the name of discussing business. Ding Zhiyuan was annoyed and didn't know what to do when he suddenly saw Wei Heng.
Wei Heng wore a burgundy fishtail dress and high heels today, with her long, curly hair draped over one shoulder. Her makeup was delicate and charming, with a hint of weariness between her brows.
It's beautiful no matter how you look at it.
A completely different kind of beauty from Xiang Wanwan and Xiang Wanyi.
Xiang Wanyi is arrogant and bright, Xiang Wanwan is pure and beautiful, sometimes as delicate as a pear blossom after rain, sometimes as cold as a frost-bitten moon. Wei Heng, on the other hand, is weary, charming, and a little naive.
The innocence mixed with charm is very attractive, and it is easy to deceive at first glance.
Ding Zhiyuan couldn't help himself for a moment. He couldn't move when he saw the beauty. He followed her out of the venue and artificially created an encounter.
Wei Heng was indeed very happy to see him. In a few words, Ding Zhiyuan saw the favorability bar above her head rising. Ding Zhiyuan comforted her a few more times and got everything out of her.
It turns out that this beauty was forced to come for a blind date by her father.
Why go on a blind date? It's better to be with him than marry those young masters. After all, he is Long Aotian who has a system. You won't be bullied by him if you follow him.
However, Ding Zhiyuan did not say these words. He just comforted Wei Heng first, and when Wei Heng asked about his purpose, he said, "I came for her."
He didn't intend to hide his relationship with Xiang Wanwan from Wei Heng, because it couldn't be hidden. Wei Heng's father was already Xiang Wanwan's subordinate. Moreover, telling half the truth would earn him sympathy.
A few days ago, her father had told her about Xiang Wanwan and Ding Zhiyuan. When Wei Heng heard the word "her", she couldn't help but feel a mixture of sadness and envy, and sighed, "You are so infatuated with Miss Xiang."
This has already established the image of Ding Zhiyuan as a poor and infatuated man in my mind.
The two got along better and better as they talked. Ding Zhiyuan tried to guide them, and soon Wei Heng felt sad. She lamented her miserable life. Although her father loved her and she was wealthy, she had never met a true lover.
As she spoke, Wei Heng began to cry.
Just as she was about to wipe it, Ding Zhiyuan had already held her hand, gently reminded her that her manicure looked beautiful and not to get it dirty, and then reached out to wipe her tears.
With one movement, Wei Heng's favorability rating rose rapidly, exceeding 40% in the blink of an eye.
If it's over 40%, you can kiss.
Ding Zhiyuan was so itchy that he put one arm around Wei Heng's waist and pinched her chin with the other, and was about to kiss her.
Just then, a heavy cough was heard, startling the mandarin ducks.
“Ahem!”
Wei Heng was startled by the cough and quickly leaned back to keep some distance from Ding Zhiyuan. Her face flushed, and she instinctively looked at the person who came, feeling shy as if she had been caught.
When he saw it, he was so scared that his face turned pale.
She stood up quickly, straightened her clothes subconsciously, and called out, "Dad... Dad... I... that..."
"Shut up!" Wei Nanrong shouted, "Come over here!"
"Dad..." Wei Heng's face was pale, red and black, and he felt extremely embarrassed.
Wei Nanrong was even more embarrassed than her because Xiang Wanwan was right behind him!
After the last auction, Wei Nanrong had keenly sensed that something was amiss between Xiang Wanwan and Ding Zhiyuan. His beloved daughter even seemed to have a crush on him. Wei Nanrong's investigation revealed that Ding Zhiyuan had nearly become Xiang Wanwan's fiancé. He didn't want his daughter competing with her boss for a man, and even less so, he didn't want her to associate with Ding Zhiyuan. That's why he brought his daughter here today, hoping to introduce her to some wealthy and noble men.
I didn’t expect that I couldn’t escape Ding Zhiyuan at the auction!
"You..." Wei Nanrong wanted to scold his daughter harshly, but he couldn't say it because he had loved her for more than 20 years.
He was so angry that he just pulled Wei Heng to his side.
"Mr. Wei, be careful!" Ding Zhiyuan stood up quickly, "Xiao Heng's foot still hurts!"
It would have been fine if he hadn't said anything, but once he did, Wei Nanrong felt even more embarrassed and shouted, "Shut up! My daughter doesn't need your concern. Be aware of your identity!"
Identity? Ding Zhiyuan was stunned, then he saw Xiang Wanwan and Pei Xingyao behind Wei Nanrong.
Xiang Wanwan was wearing a white gauze dress with a silk shawl draped over her shoulders. Her long hair was as black as ink. Her eyes looked at him quietly, her gaze as deep as a cold pond.
Ding Zhiyuan's heart skipped a beat: Why do I always run into her when I'm trying to pick up women? Annoyed, he also felt secretly happy.
Xiang Wanwan, you still say you're not jealous? If you're not jealous, why are you angry?
Ding Zhiyuan felt he needed to add fuel to the fire, so he deliberately explained nervously, "It's late..."
After a word came out of his mouth, his voice paused, as if he couldn't help but say the wrong thing and forced himself to correct it.
Looking at Wei Heng's eyes, she seemed almost heartbroken by this title.
Ding Zhiyuan smiled bitterly and said, "Don't misunderstand, Mr. Xiang. There's nothing going on between Miss Wei and me. Her foot injury just relapsed, and I just helped her over to rest."
He said not to misunderstand, but in fact, he deliberately made his explanation full of loopholes.
Ding Zhiyuan did this on purpose. He was waiting for Xiang Wanwan to question him, "Where can't we rest in the venue? Why did you have to help her to this deserted corner?"
As soon as he said this, he could ask back, "Why do you care about me so much? Are you jealous?"
Even Wei Nanrong couldn't help but ask, but Xiang Wanwan raised her hand to stop him.
Xiang Wanwan didn't look at Ding Zhiyuan, and even ignored his words, just looking at Wei Heng.
Only then did Wei Heng notice Xiang Wanwan behind Wei Nanrong. She obviously already knew the whole story. Looking at her embarrassed, ashamed and brave expression, Wei Heng seemed to have misunderstood her relationship with Ding Zhiyuan.
The more I watch it, the angrier I get!
Because Xiang Wanwan really couldn't understand why Wei Heng, a beautiful and wealthy woman who had been raised in wealth since childhood, would fall for a guy like Ding Zhiyuan?
Just because of a heroic act of saving a damsel in distress?
Wake up, what kind of hero-saving-a-beauty thing is that? Anyone can see that Ding Zhiyuan won't get up early unless it's beneficial, right?
After thinking about it, Xiang Wanwan could only think that it was the setting of the original novel, Long Aotian's halo.
How can I not be angry when I think about it this way?
It’s that bullshit stud male lead halo again!
But in front of Wei Nanrong, Xiang Wanwan couldn't shake Wei Heng's shoulders or yell at her to wake up. She could only gently remind her, "Miss Wei, you'll make Vice President Wei very worried."
This sentence touched Wei Heng's sore spot. She suddenly exploded, shook off Wei Nanrong's hand and said, "Xiang Dong, you can't do this!"
Pei Xingyao was about to retort immediately, but was stopped by Xiang Wanwan, who raised her eyebrows in response.
She is always more tolerant towards girls.
Wei Heng didn't know that she was being treated preferentially. Her mind was filled with thoughts of herself who was loved but could not be obtained, and Ding Zhiyuan who was also "loved but could not be obtained". The words she spoke were sour and bitter, and she was furious.
"Do you know how precious true love is in this world? He's so good to you, so devoted to you, isn't he just a little poor? So what? Is being well-matched really that important? Just having a true heart is enough!"
"Xiang Dong, have you ever read a line of poetry? It's easy to find priceless treasures, but it's hard to find a lover!"
"You...what nonsense are you talking about!" Wei Nanrong felt so embarrassed after hearing this.
What the hell is going on!
What’s more important is that Xiang Wanwan, the person being questioned, had no expression on her face, while Wei Heng, the person questioning him harshly, was already in tears.
"Do you know how difficult it is to meet a man you like and who also likes you...how difficult it is!"
Wei Nanrong couldn't stop his daughter, so he could only ask the rational one: "Dr. Xiang..."
Xiang Wanwan stopped him with a look and nodded calmly, "Oh, I know."
Wei Heng was so moved that she burst into tears and felt extremely sad. She was immersed in her own emotions and didn't react for a moment: "Huh?"
She knows?
"You're right. Gold is hard to come by, and true love is hard to find. It makes a lot of sense. But Miss Wei, I don't quite understand. If you understand this, why would you be with..." Xiang Wanwan frowned in disgust, choosing not to mention the name to avoid making herself feel sick. "With someone like that?"
Wei Heng suddenly became even angrier: "What kind of person is this? Mr. Xiang, why do you look down on him?"
"Of course it's because he's opportunistic, despicable, and has evil intentions," Xiang Wanwan said bluntly. "What else could I expect? Am I jealous of him?"
"Mr. Xiang!" Ding Zhiyuan said, as if he had endured it to the extreme. "You can be angry, but why do you have to belittle me like this?"
"Degrade? Stop praising yourself. What do you have that I shouldn't belittle? What am I saying that isn't true? You claim to like me while living in the Xiang family and flirting with Xiang Wanyi. Isn't that true? Your deep affection is saying you like one woman while kissing another. Isn't that true? Ding Zhiyuan, don't think you can hide your thoughts from me. You're no different from the other men tonight. You think that as long as you marry me, you can get the Du family's assets."
Ding Zhiyuan's lips had just moved when Xiang Wanwan added, "Oh, I forgot, there's still a slight difference. At least those young masters aren't as shameless as this. Ding Zhiyuan, why don't you tell me how you managed to get into the VIP area at the auction that day without an invitation? Why did you enjoy everything the Xiang family gave you—having an ambiguous relationship with Xiang Wanyi, working in the Xiang family's company, but never clearly stated that you and Xiang Yongkang were in the same boat? And why did you take advantage of Miss Wei while constantly stating that it was me you liked?"
Ding Zhiyuan pursed his lips, unable to find the words for a moment, "I..."
"Because in your eyes, Xiang Wanyi and Miss Wei are there to sleep with you, and I'm there to provide you with money. In your eyes, women are nothing more than ATMs, assistants, and bedmates, nothing more."
"Love?" Xiang Wanwan sneered. "Don't taint the word. You're just a creature who thinks with your lower body. You don't possess such a high-level skill as 'falling in love.' Do you know how disgusting it is to see you feigning affection while cheating on me?"
No man could stand such words. Ding Zhiyuan could no longer pretend and gritted his teeth and said, "Xiang Wanwan, do you think that just because you are rich, you can look down on me?"
"There are not many people in this world who are richer than me. If I look down on everyone, wouldn't I be looking down on everyone every day? You should understand that I look down on your character. It is really difficult to find a few people in this world who are more disgusting than you. I warn you again, don't act like a demon in front of me, let alone hit me.
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