Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot by Beautiful Crescent

Chapter 217: 162 Heart fluttering, want to flirt with him; how about coming to my place? (2 updates)

Qi Zeyan wore a crisp suit and a neat side-parted, slick hairstyle, his face hardened. The corridor he faced was directly opposite a window, and the shifting light and shadow outside fell across his face, creating a mottled, dimming effect.

His eyes, usually prideful with an upward slant, were now truly enraged, radiating fury as they fixed on Ruan Mengxi.

“President Qi—” someone chased after him.

Ruan Mengxi glanced towards the person, the same Mr. Ma who had tried to take liberties earlier. Apparently not yet forty, his sparse hair thinly veiled his nearly bald head, which shone under the light.

She pursed her lips:

Still not as shiny as the boss’s slicked hair though.

“President Qi, why are you leaving all of a sudden? We haven’t finished eating yet,” he offered with an apologetic smile.

“What do you think?” Qi Zeyan retorted.

The rest of them weren’t fools either; they probably guessed it had something to do with the intention of getting Ruan Mengxi drunk. After drinking for so long without any objection, the sudden outburst left everyone dumbfounded, unsure how to handle the situation.

Qi Zeyan gripped Ruan Mengxi’s wrist tightly and pulled her towards the exit. Perhaps it was the icy coldness in his eyes that deterred the man from pursuing any further.

“Drinking is something to just deal with and move on. To them, around the table, you’re nothing more than a side dish to accompany drinks. If you don’t want to drink, can’t you refuse?”

Qi Zeyan was somewhat frustrated. Initially, he wanted to see when Ruan Mengxi would explode; after all, she was the only woman bold enough to lash out at him and certainly had a temper. So at first, when that group started toasting, he didn’t intervene. He didn’t expect her to keep accepting…

her, this woman was definitely an idiot. She

home,

the unwritten rules at the drinking table. Given her

me there, do you think they’d still dare to do anything to you?

don’t come to

constricting slightly. It felt to her as

thump, thump—” It pounded fiercely against her chest, her body still warm

from his grip, but she

panic rising. Wearing high heels, she was already

they reached the lobby that he noticed she had been almost running

frowned, sizing her

These short legs!

car keys?” Qi Zeyan

butting against her chest. Moreover, the lobby was chilly, near the freezing outdoors, with the whistling wind. Yet her face

“Ruan Mengxi?”

“Huh?”

“The car keys.”

my bag’s still inside. The car keys are in

“You…”

had just made a

in the private room. Although they were business partners, in the end, they were the ones requesting Qi Zeyan’s help. The Chinese New Year was approaching, and having offended their financier, no one felt like chatting