Luo Mingchuan was very displeased with Wang Siming speaking to him in that tone,
but what’s he supposed to do?
This Wang Siming is an entrepreneur from M Country, a wealthy Chinese immigrant.
This rich lady is his benefactor after all.
Luo Mingchuan promptly flattered, "I wouldn’t dare."
"Hmph." Wang Siming raised her chin, "Even though you’re handso and it’s normal for other won to be fixated on you, don’t forget, you’re mine now!"
"Look at how you say that." Luo Mingchuan teasingly touched Wang Siming’s back, "You know clearly that my eyes are only for you."
Wang Siming felt a lot better after being coaxed, and didn’t fuss about it.
anwhile.
Xiyan gave a sideways glance in the direction Luo Mingchuan and that old woman left.
A clear voice sounded, "What are you looking at?"
Ou Jue had returned.
Xiyan quickly clung to Ou Jue’s arm, seriously gazing at him for a while, considering it as eye-cleaning.
"Idiot." Ou Jue flicked Xiyan’s forehead lightly, "I asked what you were looking at."
"I bumped into an especially annoying elentary school classmate just now." Xiyan pouted slightly, "Thinking about having to stay with them on the cruise for the next few days makes feel bad."
"Is that classmate really so annoying?"
"Yeah."
Ou Jue took out his phone and started browsing for numbers.
Xiyan asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
"We’ll get off the ship at the next port and charter a cruise ourselves."
Xiyan was nearly choking on her own saliva, "Charter a cruise?"
How much would that cost? You’re a big shot with money, but isn’t that too extravagant!
"No, no, no." Xiyan quickly hugged Ou Jue’s arm, "I’m just venting to you, after all, the cruise is so big, we might not bump into them often, besides, if we really charter the whole cruise, it’ll just be the two of us with the crew, how dull would that be."
"Is just you and not good enough?"
"Having more people creates the atmosphere for fun outings."
Seeing Xiyan so persistent, Ou Jue finally let it go.
They went together into a French restaurant.
Dining here was quite particular about dress code, halfway through the al, Xiyan went to the powder room to touch up her makeup.
She didn’t expect that just as she ca out, soone suddenly grabbed her arm at the corner.
Xiyan frowned, turned to look, and instantly felt a bit nauseous at the sight of Luo Mingchuan’s face.
"What are you doing?" Xiyan shook off his hand, her expression slightly annoyed.
"Sumr..." Luo Mingchuan gazed warmly at Xiyan, "Over this past year, I’ve really missed you."
Ugh.
Xiyan suppressed the urge to vomit, turned to leave, "You’re crazy!"
"Don’t go—" Luo Mingchuan suddenly embraced Xiyan from behind, his voice urgent, "It was my fault in the past, when you treated as a friend but I responded that way, will you give another chance?"
"Get off, Luo Mingchuan, if you don’t stop I’ll call for help, I have a fiancé!" Xiyan’s face changed, struggling desperately.
"I know, I know." Luo Mingchuan refused to let Xiyan go, "That old woman just now, I have no feelings for her, Sumr, I like you, I know you also have a fiancé. But this doesn’t stop us from having sothing, don’t you want it?"
His words were full of implications.
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