Qiao Jing called her "sister-in-law" so naturally, and Tong Yan felt quite awkward listening to it.
Sister-in-law...
The person who used to call her Miss Tong was now calling her sister-in-law, and especially since this person was several years older than her, it really sounded awkward no matter how she heard it.
Just as Tong Yan wanted to speak, Qiao Jing imdiately hung up the phone.
He was so arrogant when grabbing the phone, but after the mont passed, he beca timid, and respectfully handed the phone over with both hands. "Yimo, here’s your phone back."
The others looked at him and burst into laughter; he was really too timid.
Yang Wen laughed and said, "Yimo is really cunning; he put Tong Yan under his na right from the start, so she can’t escape no matter what."
That’s right, a large part of Fengyun Studio’s shares belong to Bo Yimo, while he is just a small shareholder. But he is a very pitiful small shareholder, having to do everything - manage the studio, direct films, select scripts, and even handle Tong Yan’s crisis managent.
Doing so much, yet all the money goes into Bo Yimo’s pocket; just thinking about it makes one’s heart feel stifled.
Qiao Jing nodded, "That’s true, but the speed is still too slow. He only managed to win her now, unlike back then who could win a peerless beauty in no ti..."
"Oh, shut up. Don’t compare your won to her; be careful or Yimo will get mad." Jiang Xuqing rolled his eyes and said irritably.
Oh, that’s also true.
Only then did Qiao Jing close his mouth, but his nature couldn’t keep him quiet for long, "Do you guys think sister-in-law will co?"
Everyone present was a few years older than Tong Yan, but they all called her sister-in-law so naturally, showing Bo Yimo’s absolute leadership among them.
"What’s the wager?" Song Ke got interested.
A group of rich kids weren’t interested in money anymore, so they thought of a humiliating challenge: a striptease, where whoever lost would have to perform one.
A grown man performing a striptease, just thinking about it was a bit thrilling.
This kind of bet piqued their interest, and one by one they joined in.
Everyone unanimously bet that Tong Yan would co, and since they all bet the sa, the ga couldn’t proceed.
There was still one person who hadn’t joined in, and that was—
Bo Yimo.
Everyone’s eyes turned to him, and Qiao Jing said, "Yimo, why don’t you bet the opposite; otherwise, this bet can’t go on."
From a normal person’s perspective, a girlfriend would surely rush over if she heard her boyfriend got drunk.
So, by saying this, Qiao Jing was essentially setting up Bo Yimo.
Bo Yimo nodded and agreed.
No one expected him to actually agree.
The Beijing rich kids were elated; after being outsmarted by Yimo for so long, they finally had a chance to get even.
They eagerly awaited Bo Yimo’s striptease performance.
They waited expectantly at the door, but no matter how long they waited, Tong Yan wasn’t arriving.
Jiang Xuqing frowned, "Could it be a traffic jam?"
The others nodded, suggesting to wait a bit longer.
Soon after, the door of the VIP room finally opened, to everyone’s delight, and they saw Tong Yan standing at the door, "Hello everyone."
Qiao Jing stood up, enthusiastically saying, "Sister-in-law, you’re finally here, Yimo has been waiting for you for a long ti."
Tong Yan was seated next to Bo Yimo.
The others were satisfied and couldn’t help but whistle, "Yimo, you lost the bet, when are you going to perform the striptease for us?"
Just the thought made them a little excited.
The few rich kids were as happy as if they were celebrating a festival.
Tong Yan was surprised.
Huh? Striptease? But—
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