A handso face bore a gentle smile, yet deep within his blue eyes lay an icy detachnt, as if they would never truly warm for the woman before him.
Pan Yutong offered a knowing smile and said simply, "You have a point."
Then, she walked directly to the liquor cabinet, unabashedly took out a bottle of Lafite, and asked, "Do you mind if I have a drink?"
Qi Longbing glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and replied indifferently, "Suit yourself. But you only have about five minutes; I have another eting after that."
"Five minutes... that’s enough." Pan Yutong didn’t care about the chill in his tone. She knew that for a man like Qi Longbing, not outright asking her to leave was already a show of respect, let alone allowing her to touch his wine. That proved she still held a place in his heart. However, it would take ti before she could wholly possess him.
Hua Xiaomo peeked through the crack at everything inside. She especially noticed the woman’s side profile—such beauty! A perfect S-curve was on full display, and the long, cascading waves of her hair were enough to make anyone swoon. The man on the Osaka Platform leaned back comfortably in his Osaka chair, coolly examining docunts. Paired with the beauty in red, the two of them shared an almost natural sense of unity.
What a handso man and a beautiful woman... Hua Xiaomo mused. If only Pan Yutong could be my model too! Her figure, her face... they’re incredible! A painting of her would surely rival Venus.
She couldn’t help but recall the painting "Venus and the War God." Her mind even conjured an image of Pan Yutong and Qi Longbing posing... just like Venus and the War God. In the vast, mystical forests of Absolute Heavenly Mountain, they would be there, Venus and the War God, lightly clad, nestled close together... And I’d be right there, painting away... Soon, an unparalleled masterpiece would be born! I, Hua Xiaomo, would be the next Botticelli! Amazing! So thrilling! And I’d treasure it forever in my private collection.
BANG!
Just as Hua Xiaomo was lost in her reverie, the door to the president’s office was suddenly thrown open with force.
Hua Xiaomo froze. Who could that be? Barging in so rudely!
Soon, she saw the intruder: a woman in a striking white dress with a high slit, striding confidently into the room. Her face was caked in heavy makeup, and her almond-shaped eyes blazed with anger.
Huh? Isn’t that Gong Fengjiao? The one who was humiliated at that banquet a while ago? What’s she doing here?
As soon as Gong Fengjiao entered, she marched straight toward Qi Longbing at his desk.
"Miss Gong, President Qi has a guest. You can’t just co in like this," Ms. Lin said from the side, her voice tinged with anxiety.
Ms. Zhang also watched the unfolding scene, her expression tense.
"’Can’t co in?’ What a joke! Since when am I, Gong Fengjiao, barred from entering?" Gong Fengjiao snapped. Her eyes shot to Qi Longbing, then glared at the woman in red drinking at the bar. Swallowing her anger, she said, "Long Bing, what did I do wrong? Tell , and I’ll change, okay?"
Qi Longbing lifted his head, glanced at her, and uttered two frosty words, "Get out."
Gong Fengjiao was so furious she ground her teeth. Her finger, trembling, pointed at Pan Yutong as she raged, "You’re cheating on for this vixen? Long Bing, how could you do this to ? I... I’ve been with you for two years... How could you treat this way?"
She knew Qi Longbing hadn’t treated her well, but for her, he was still so hard to forget. No matter what, they had been together for several years, hadn’t they? She had to make things clear with him.
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