Chapter 7 Honey
Wen Yanli looked distinctly uncomfortable.
If he couldn’t bear to watch, he could always avert his eyes and pretend nothing was happening—but what was he supposed to do when he couldn’t unhear things?
Asking for help online, urgently!
This, no doubt, was the most genuine feeling in the heart of the esteemed Lawyer Wen at this very moment.
But as someone renowned for his aloof and unapproachable nature, he would never stoop so low as to show it. “Didn’t you just ask me to introduce you?” he said.
Under Pei Qiuyang’s eager gaze, he glanced in the direction Song Mi had disappeared, and stated evenly, “The heir to Old Master Shen’s estate as named in his will, the executive chairman and CEO of Sihai Group.”
Just as he expected, after a sharp intake of breath, Pei Qiuyang quickly fell silent.
However, his dejected state didn’t last long. Once they entered the Meise private lounge and had a few rounds of strong liquor forced upon them by the crowd, Pei was suddenly back to his usual self. “Actually, this is perfect! Now, Mi’er and I can have our own version of the classic story—the domineering female CEO falls for me…”
Those within earshot immediately burst into a commotion. “Who’s Mi’er?”
“Which Mi’er?”
The group was in an uproar in an instant. “Come on, Pei, you’re already hitting it off with someone new…”
“Which Mi’er is it…”
Pei Qiuyang grew even more animated, mimicking Song Mi’s earlier tone with exaggerated flair. “The kind of ‘Mi’ that is honey on the lips but a sword in the heart.”
Laughter erupted, but Pei was relentless, allowing no one to profane his goddess.
The lounge was spacious. After Wen Yanli entered and sat down, he hadn’t moved. As the group grew rowdier, he picked up the glass before him and downed it in one go.
He lingered a while longer, but just as he rose to leave, Pei Qiuyang bounded over to him. “Right, Brother Li? You agree with me!”
At that moment, even facing Wen Yanli’s typically icy gaze—which could freeze someone at twenty paces—Pei Qiuyang felt he could melt it with his enthusiasm. “Pity me, a wandering heart adrift for twenty-five years, finally finding its master!”
Brushing aside the hand on his shoulder, Wen Yanli stood and said coolly, “I’m going out for some air.”
…
Meanwhile, Song Mi found Qiao Weiwei waiting for her at the staircase. “Boss, what took you so long?”
“Where are they?”
“Private room 305!” Qiao Weiwei replied, her dramatic smoky eye makeup, false lashes, and silver bob cut making her look striking. “They’ve been in there almost half an hour—by now, he might already be missing a couple of fingers!”
Song Mi headed upstairs without missing a beat. “Really?”
“Who’d dare lay a finger on someone under Weiwei’s protection, right under her nose?”
Qiao Weiwei immediately caught the subtext in Song Mi’s words. Remembering the gossip she’d seen across media platforms earlier, she decided to just be frank. “All right, I won’t beat around the bush.”
“Yes, this bar is mine!” Qiao Weiwei took two steps at a time to catch up with Song Mi, who strode effortlessly in ten-centimeter stilettos. “But that doesn’t mean your little wolf cub can get away with offending one of the big shots in the underworld!”
“Girlfriend, I’m new here too. I only panicked and called you because I really couldn’t handle it myself!”
Song Mi waved a hand dismissively. “If he really gets his hands or feet chopped off, he brought it on himself—it’s no one else’s fault.”
She curved her lips into a sweet smile. “If he accidentally makes a mess in your place, Weiwei, I’ll pay for the damages.”
Qiao Weiwei rolled her eyes, a little guiltily. “Come on, do you take me for someone so petty?”
“Back in the day, we were sworn sisters—your little puppy is as good as my—”
Before she could finish, the two of them reached the third floor. At that moment, someone suddenly dashed out into the corridor, pursued by another. “Don’t run!”
As soon as Qiao Weiwei called out, Song Mi recognized him. “Ming Hao…”