Chapter 147 You want to run away just because you soiled my clothes?
After a while, there was a commotion outside the door.
The media reporters all pointed their cameras at the gate.
"There must be a new person here, hurry up and grab a good spot to take exclusive photos."
Reporters swarmed in, the door opened, and a man and a woman in suits and white wedding gowns slowly walked in.
Li Nian looked through the crowd at the eye-catching couple.
Her eyelashes trembled and she turned her head away, unable to bear to look any further. Only Wen Sining saw her red eyes. She reached out from under the table and handed her a piece of paper.
"Sister Nian, wipe it off."
Li Nian was slightly stunned. She reached out to take it, lowered her head and quickly wiped the tears in her eyes.
"Sister Nian, is it really worth it to fall in love with a man like this?" Wen Sining couldn't help but ask.
Her hand wiping away her tears paused, a dazed look flashed across her face. She smiled bitterly and said, "It's not worth it to like someone. He brought me to where I am today, and I'm already very content."
"What if this love means paying the price of your life?" Wen Si Ning looked at her solemnly: "Will you die for him too?"
Wen Si Ning didn't want to interfere with other people's fate. She just felt sorry for Li Nian. If she hadn't taken that step, she would have lived a more exciting life in the future.
Li Nian nodded without hesitation: "Without him, I wouldn't be where I am today. My life belongs to him, and he can take it away at any time."
Sure enough, a person's obsession cannot be changed by just a few words.
Wen Si Ning stopped trying to persuade him, and she also looked towards the door. She was not interested in the newcomers, and her eyes searched everywhere, just to find the figure she had been thinking about day and night.
Soon the light in her eyes dimmed, and her long eyelashes hid the disappointment.
He's not in now?
Li Nian beside her gently touched her arm and said, "Someone is coming."
Wen Si Ning regained her smile, looked up and followed Li Nian's gaze.
The man came in with the newlyweds. Fu Zhihan smiled and invited the man to walk to the main table.
The man was wearing a well-tailored black suit. He had a tall figure, a neatly combed back hair, narrow eyes, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. He looked cold, noble, and unapproachable.
This was her target tonight. He was a Chinese-American and the richest businessman in the US, but in reality, he was a drug lord, dirtier than anyone else.
"His Chinese name is He Chengli. He's thirty years old. He made his fortune trafficking drugs and has practically monopolized the overseas market. Mr. Fu wants to partner with him to get a first-hand source of drugs and dominate the domestic market."
"Ningning, your mission is to make him interested in you, become his lover, and whisper good words in his ear."
To put it bluntly, it's a beauty trap.
Wen Sining smiled and said, "Don't worry, Sister Nian, I'll take care of it."
While the newlyweds were surrounded by media reporters, she picked up her wine glass, stood up, and walked slowly towards the main table.
Just when Wen Sining walked behind He Chengli, her high heels twisted slightly, and she stumbled, and the wine in the glass spilled all over He Chengli's back.
The black suit was soaked in wine stains, making it look even darker, which was very eye-catching.
She exclaimed and quickly apologized to the man: "I'm sorry, sir, I stained your suit. Let me help you wipe it."
Wen Sining said as he pulled a few pieces of paper from the table. Just as his hand was about to touch the man's suit, he coldly dodged it.
He Chengli looked at her with a cold and distant gaze, and his scrutinizing eyes examined her from head to toe.
Wen Sining could even see a flash of surprise in his eyes, but soon that insignificant surprise was replaced by his usual vigilance.
"No need." He refused coldly, reached out and took out a few pieces of paper, wiping the wet area.
He continued in a nonchalant tone, "There are many women who spill wine on me and try to get my attention. Your trick is really old-fashioned."
Wen Si Ning's eyebrows curved and he smiled brightly, "Sir, you flatter me. I really didn't mean it. I see that your suit is not cheap. I soiled your suit, so I should pay for the dry cleaning fee."
As she spoke, Wen Sining took out a wad of money from her handbag and handed it to He Chengli.
“I wonder if this money is enough?”
He Chengli's gaze followed her movements and finally stopped at her slender white hand. Unfortunately, the hand was quickly retracted, leaving only a thick stack of banknotes.
He estimated that there should be nearly ten thousand yuan.
He Chengli couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Throwing money at him in front of him?
He chuckled softly, "Miss is the first person who dares to throw money at me."
Wen Sining looked at him innocently: "Sir, I sincerely apologize. If this is enough, I won't bother you anymore."
When the girl was about to leave with her skirt lifted, the smile on He Chengli's face cooled, and a hint of displeasure flashed across his brows. He grabbed the girl's wrist.
Wen Sining turned around in panic and met the man's staring gaze.
"You want to run away just because you soiled my clothes?"
Wen Si Ning frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashing across his face, "I've already paid for the dry cleaning, what else do you want, sir?"
The anger on the girl's face surprised He Chengli. No woman had ever dared to lose her temper in front of him.
"I'll have someone send over some spare clothes. You'll accompany me to the dressing room. I want you to take this suit to the dry cleaners yourself and return it to me personally after it's done."
Having said that, He Chengli took Wen Sining and strode out of the banquet hall.
The noise they made was quite loud, and even Huang Manyu, who was being questioned by reporters, heard it. She turned her head and saw the Chinese-American man pulling a woman out of the banquet hall. In their hurry, the woman's profile flashed by.
When Huang Manyu saw that familiar profile, she froze in disbelief.
That woman just now, was she A Kun’s ex-girlfriend?
A flash of panic crossed Huang Manyu's face.
Fu Zhihan naturally saw this scene. He was in a good mood and asked her with pretended concern: "Are you okay? Why don't you look so good?"
Huang Manyu suppressed her displeasure. She lowered her voice and asked through gritted teeth, "Is this the chance you said you would give him?"
Fu Zhihan had a faint smile on his face. "I just wanted to add an extra layer of insurance to this cooperation."
Huang Manyu didn’t care whether it was safe or not. She was just afraid that if A Kun saw that woman, what would happen if he had a conflict with the Chinese man over a woman?
That Chinese man came to Hong Kong with nearly a hundred bodyguards around him, and A Kun was no match for him at all.
Huang Manyu's expression tightened. She lifted her skirt and wanted to leave. Fu Zhihan reminded her coldly, "Where are you going? Your father is still watching. If this wedding goes wrong, you won't be able to be the successor of Hesheng. Think carefully, is it worth it for a little follower?"
After leaving the banquet hall, Wen Sining struggled to break free from He Chengli's hand, and when he was caught off guard, she raised her hand and slapped him hard.
When the crisp sound of slaps rang out, a group of men in black suddenly appeared around her, holding guns, and the black muzzles of the guns were pointed at Wen Sining.
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