"Miss Wang."
Wang Jin’er looked at the luxury car that stopped beside her, its window rolling down to reveal a greasy, round face.
"Um, President Hao, what is this?"
The round-faced fat man pushed open the car door, got out, and while stroking his bald head, addressed Wang Jin’er, "Miss Wang, I’ve secured a reservation at Faro Restaurant. How about we have dinner together?"
"There’s really no need."
Wang Jin’er furrowed her brow in refusal.
The round-faced fat man had anticipated Wang Jin’er’s refusal. "Miss Wang, don’t be too hasty to turn down. I actually wanted to consult you on so matters about charity. I made so money in business and have always been thinking about how to give back to society."
"But nowadays, there are too many funds that operate under various banners in the na of charity while secretly making ill-gotten wealth. I don’t want to see my money end up not helping those who need it and instead lining the pockets of so people."
"Miss Wang, you won’t refuse my heartfelt desire to serve the country, will you?"
Wang Jin’er looked at the eloquent fat man, montarily hesitating. The fat man, who was an old hand at this, naturally saw Wang Jin’er’s concerns.
"Miss Wang, just consider it doing a favor. I’ll treat you to a al, and this ti, I’m planning to donate a million. Surely I can’t be ignorant of what the main activities of the charity organization I want to support are, right?"
"Are you really going to donate a million?"
The fat man chuckled heartily, looking at Wang Jin’er, "rely a million. Of course, if necessary, three million, five million—I, President Hao, won’t even blink, after all, helping those in difficulty is also a joyful thing, isn’t it."
"Well then, alright."
Wang Jin’er nodded, and President Hao quickly stepped aside, "Please."
Faro Restaurant.
One of the top ten restaurants in Sea City, the establishnt naturally positioned itself as high-end, and dining required advance reservation.
"Miss Wang, this restaurant is a Michelin two-star restaurant, and it’s very difficult to get a reservation."
"I occasionally co to eat here; their steak is genuinely authentic. Compared to the ordinary restaurants outside, it’s like heaven and earth, utterly incomparable."
President Hao boasted to Wang Jin’er and turned to snap his fingers at a server. A beautiful, tall waitress with pale skin approached.
She started with a stream of Italian, then handed the nu to President Hao, who took it, pretended to peruse it for a mont, then pointed at the nu and spoke a couple of sentences in Italian.
"Miss Wang, I’ve ordered two of the restaurant’s signature steak sets and so red wine for us. Take a look and see if you need anything else."
"The nus here are also all in Dali’s language; if Miss Wang can’t understand, you can look at the pictures and order anything you like."
President Hao squinted at the pure and graceful figure of Wang Jin’er across from him. This girl could be described as too perfect, not only possessing a face like an angel but also a figure like a devil, and most importantly, she had a gentle and kind personality.
To President Hao, who was used to seeing gold diggers and manipulative won, such a girl was far more enticing. If he could marry her and have her as the mother of his children, it would be perfect.
"I’ll pass," said Wang Jin’er, unable to actually let go and order at will. She handed the nu back to the server, but before the server could take it, soone who appeared from behind intercepted it.
The beautiful waitress turned to look at the man who had suddenly appeared, asking directly, "Sir, are you also a guest at this table?"
Of course, she said this in Dali’s language.
Wang Jin’er turned her head to look at the person who had grabbed the nu, her almond eyes widening in shock.
Li Feng?
What was he doing here?
After leaving her house last ti, the two of them hadn’t been in touch for a while, and Wang Jin’er was a bit unsure of what he really thought.
Li Feng turned to the beautiful waitress with a smile, and spoke in fluent Dali Country language, which took the waitress by surprise as she looked at him.
"Sir, your Mi City accent is so authentic. Are you a Dali expatriate from Yan Country?"
Li Feng smiled lightly, "I just spent a delightful sumr in Mi City. It’s a beautiful city indeed, with beautiful and elegant won like you, of course."
The waitress blushed slightly, "Thank you."
Li Feng then picked up the nu, and started ordering from the waitress, who nodded repeatedly before taking the nu and turning to leave.
"Not saving a seat for ."
Li Feng looked at Wang Jin’er. She moved aside, and Li Feng nonchalantly took a seat, "I re-ordered for you considering your taste and dietary restrictions. The steak is also dium well, as you like."
"Who are you?"
Hao Fatso looked at Li Feng, the uninvited guest. Who is this guy, who let you sit here, acting all familiar and not at all polite.
"I’m her pursuer."
"Let’s get acquainted, Li Feng. We’re in the sa line of business," Li Feng reached out his hand toward Hao Fatso, whose eyes twitched.
Who the fuck is in the sa line of business as you.
"You’re Miss Wang’s suitor, no problem there, but why are you sitting here? Did I invite you to sit down?"
Hao Fatso suppressed his anger, trying his best to maintain his composure in front of Wang Jin’er.
Li Feng propped his hands on the table and gave Hao Fatso a thorough look, "Brother Fatso, don’t you think the two of you are a bit mismatched?"
Hao Fatso let out a cold laugh, "I’m unfit? And you think you are, kid? Look at those knock-offs you’re wearing. How did you even get in here?"
"This restaurant requires formal attire to enter, you know that, right? And, the expenses here are not sothing you can afford."
"I won’t be covering your bill."
"If you don’t want to embarrass yourself, just get lost and don’t interrupt my date with Miss Wang."
Li Feng shrugged, "Brother Fatso, take a look. I just stated the plain truth, and you’re getting all worked up."
"Don’t worry, I can afford to eat here."
"Besides, I wasn’t just spouting nonsense earlier. You’re not young anymore, and you’ve got severe kidney deficiency. Looking for young girls like this, I’m just worried your body can’t handle it."
"Who are you calling kidney deficient!"
At this point, Hao Fatso could no longer contain himself and slamd his hand on the table. Damn it, this was slander—a blatant slander.
"Li Feng, Manager Hao is here to discuss a charitable donation with . Can you not cause a disturbance?" Wang Jin’er bit her lip, wondering what Li Feng took her for.
Li Feng turned his head to Wang Jin’er, "It’s a separate matter. I’m not stopping you from discussing. I am after all a Doctor by training, and doctors are ant to have a parent’s heart. Seeing him nearly on his last legs and still oblivious, I’m just genuinely concerned."
"Sir, is there a problem?"
At that mont, hearing the commotion, the restaurant manager ca over, speaking in broken Yan Country language.
"Doesn’t your restaurant require formal attire for entry? How did he get in here?" Hao Fatso pointed at Li Feng, bellowing at the restaurant manager.
"Sorry, sir, it was an oversight on our part."
The restaurant manager turned to Li Feng, "Sir, please get up and leave, or I will have to call the police."
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