Either.
This is a person with a srizing appearance but actually a ntal disorder.
Or.
Everything she said was true.
Forr or latter?
Regardless of which possibility, it seems like... this place is not suitable to linger.
Deng Yanghui quietly put down his crossed legs. Anyway, he had already decided to live like a monk, and there was no need to suppress himself. Just as he was about to leave, he heard—
"But you don’t need to rush. He might not co that soon."
"Why?"
Although Deng Yanghui shouldn’t have continued the conversation at this mont, he still blurted it out. Even while managing hundreds of hosts, he silently fell into the other party’s rhythm.
"Because I didn’t tell him."
Miss Fujiwara gave a bewitching smile, laced with a hint of playfulness, "I want to give him a surprise."
Deng Yanghui’s mouth twitched, his mind failing to keep up, and the urge to escape grew stronger!
No one wants to provoke a lunatic.
And the owner of Apang Palace is soone he can’t afford to provoke.
Managing a physical business and an online one are worlds apart.
He could command the winds and rain online with the help of his hosts, but when it ca to the real world, he had to keep a low profile.
Even though he didn’t know exactly who the owner behind Apang Palace was, setting up such a venue in Kyoto City, anyone with half a brain would know it’s soone imnsely powerful in both legitimate and shady dealings, not soone a livestream company owner could ss with.
"I’m sorry, I just rembered there’s sothing urgent at the company I have to deal with, sorry to disturb you."
Deng Yanghui swiftly got up, not looking back, and before leaving, he didn’t forget to take back the business card he had given.
He had only two thoughts.
Hoping the other party really was just a lunatic.
If not.
Then he could only pray the other party forgot the contents of the business card.
"Sigh～"
Watching Deng Yanghui make a hasty retreat, Miss Fujiwara rested her elbow on the table, her cheek on her hand, and let out a faint sigh.
Interesting people really aren’t that many.
Moreover.
Isn’t it a bit ungentlemanly?
Not even settling the bill before leaving.
Honestly, it’s not his fault.
After all, as a senior executive of a large company, a single drink bill was nothing. But not everyone has such abnormal composure, and when one’s soul is detached, who pays attention to such details as settling a bill.
Newly "single" again, Miss Fujiwara’s eyes were vacant as she fiddled unconsciously with a wine glass.
Hmm.
She began to think of her man.
Comparison is the thief of joy.
In contrast, it highlighted the uniqueness of her man.
If it were her man, he wouldn’t be sweating and flustered, he would definitely banter with her without losing an edge.
Miss Fujiwara was lost in thought, only snapping back to reality after finishing the remaining few glasses of white wine unknowingly.
It seed relying on a telepathic connection wasn’t enough to bring her beloved back.
Such a telepathic connection hasn’t been established yet.
Reality isn’t like a drama.
Without prior communication, there aren’t so many unexpected encounters, even if that’s what should happen, Miss Fujiwara’s captivating eyes still revealed a bit of wistfulness, and then one hand rested on the table while the other summoned a waiter.
"Call your boss."
"Is there sothing you need?"
"Nothing much, just that my drink is finished."
"Do you want to settle the bill? Cash or card?"
The waiter with an excellent deanor and air evidently misunderstood, leading to inexplicable confusion on her part.
"Settle the bill? What bill?"
The waiter was slightly absent-minded, unsure if he was captivated by this enchanting guest or if it was his first ti dealing with such a situation.
Is she attempting.
To drink on the house at their Apang Palace?
"If you are our VIP, you can put it on the tab."
"I said, call your boss."
Miss Fujiwara remained patient, continuing to repeat her request.
"Miss, you haven’t settled the bill yet."
The waiter dutifully reminded her again.
Miss Fujiwara suddenly smiled, a smile that could topple cities, montarily dazzling even the waiter who was used to seeing all sorts of beauties.
"Are you saying that the lady boss needs to pay when consuming here?"
"..."
The waiter realized.
He’s in a predicant.
He’s encountered soone actually trying to skip out on the tab.
At this mont.
What is the big boss of Apang Palace doing?
He had just left a certain confidential unit.
Hmm.
Indeed, busy with official business.
There’s no choice.
Where there are gains, there are losses.
When aspiring to reach the top, sacrificing so personal enjoynt is inevitable.
The city halted its dayti hustle and welcod the start of its evening revelry, an endless cycle.
Boss Jiang drove with one hand, resting an arm on the window, supporting his head, the wind breezing in, bringing a cool, pleasant feeling.
The colorful neon lights painted the night.
Boss Jiang blended seamlessly into the traffic, his posture relaxed and charming, showing no signs of urgency or anxiety.
As the saying goes.
Not rejoicing at victory, not being disheartened by defeat, with thunder hidden beneath a calm surface, one could even be revered as a General.
No wonder he could captivate others completely.
There’s indeed a reason.
How many n possess such composure?
Lan Peizhi’s itinerary wasn’t sothing he could dictate; all he could do was do what he was supposed to do well.
As for Shi Qianxi, he had already reassured her, asking her to be patient. The reason given was that he had a friendly and in-depth communication with Princess Cao, where both parties fully exchanged views and reached a high level of consensus.
That’s what he said, but whether Shi Qianxi believed it was none of his business.
He didn’t need Shi Qianxi’s trust but needed ti.
Since the negotiations with Princess Cao had failed, then a roundabout way to solve the problem would inevitably take ti.
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