Paul didn’t seem surprised and waved his hand dismissively.
"It’s fine... it’s getting late, let’s eat."
"Hmm."
Qin Mu raised an eyebrow and glanced at Mu Wan beside him. Though Mu Wan maintained her usual calm deanor with little expression on her face, her uninjured left hand was clenched into a fist, hinting at the woman’s tumultuous emotions.
The corner of Qin Mu’s lips curved into a devilish smirk, but he said nothing.
Mu Wan didn’t know what a secretary should do; she simply sat quietly beside Qin Mu, watching him engage Mr. Paul in fluent French, sparring like two fencers with words as their blades.
Relying on the translation headset, Mu Wan could roughly grasp the contents of their discussion.
Qin Mu... was planning to open a branch office in France.
Hmm... a move to expand Dongheng International’s influence.
Qin Mu had always been an ambitious man... so Mu Wan wasn’t surprised.
With Dongheng International’s robust economic backing, no matter what industry Qin Mu chose to pursue, or which French company he planned to cooperate with, it was all well within his grasp.
As for Mr. Paul... he seed to want to invite Qin Mu to collaborate in the perfu industry.
France, being the most romantic country, made perfu an undeniably popular industry here.
Mu Wan’s right hand injury made eating difficult, so she struggled to use her left hand to eat the food on her plate.
Western-style steak required cutting with a knife and fork... but Mu Wan couldn’t manage it. She could only clumsily use her left hand to eat so fruit salad with a fork.
Out of the corner of his eye, Qin Mu noticed the woman nibbling on the fruit salad in front of her, his thin lips pressing together slightly.
"A toast..."
Mu Wan: "..."
What does that an?
Mu Wan lifted her gaze to look at the man by her side. eting Qin Mu’s devilishly playful black eyes, her heartbeat skipped half a beat.
"I’m not in the best condition today, not really suited to drinking... Mu Wan, wasn’t it introduced earlier that you’re my secretary, hmm? As a secretary, drinking on behalf of your boss—tell , what’s the problem with that?"
Mu Wan: "..."
No problem... no problem at all...
Anything stipulated by Qin Mu, how could there be a problem?
It’s just that Mu Wan hadn’t expected Qin Mu to be shaless to this degree.
Mu Wan swallowed involuntarily, and in the next mont, the man seed to read her mind, murmuring softly.
"Mu Wan, if you perform well enough, I might consider retracting the termination of that secretary earlier."
Mu Wan: "..."
Facing the man’s wicked black eyes, which brimd with unrestrained amusent, Mu Wan clenched her small hand tightly.
She... had never drunk alcohol before.
She didn’t know how to drink at all...
The man’s dark eyes were full of ridicule and a deep, aningful glint. Mu Wan knew Qin Mu was absolutely doing this on purpose.
Mu Wan took a deep breath, eting the man’s teasing black gaze, her cherry lips pressing together tightly.
"Fine!"
With that, Mu Wan extended her uninjured left hand, picked up the wine glass in front of her, and boldly t the raised glass of Mr. Paul across the table.
"Apologies, Mr. Paul, Qin has not been feeling well today and isn’t able to drink... so I’ll drink with you on his behalf."
Having said that, Mu Wan toasted briefly, then tilted her head back and let the fiery liquid pour into her throat.
In drinking culture back ho, it was customary to drain your glass as a sign of respect.
Mu Wan held her breath as she drank, so once she finished, a wave of dizziness hit her, and all she could feel was a burning sensation in her throat.
However... there was a faint lingering fragrance from the wine.
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