Chapter 111: Chapter 105: Slap in the Face! Slap in the Face! Another Slap in the Face!

“Look, here comes Manager He,” Qian Yuang said to Qiao Jing, pointing him out. “Despite being just the lobby manager, his status is second only to Boss Yu of the hotel. Usually, he only deals with receiving VIPs. Impressive, isn’t it? Quite a prestigious position.”

As Qian Yuang spoke, he affected a refined adjustment of his collar.

Manager He approached and was about to speak to Qiao Jing when Qian Yuang interrupted him.

“Manager He, long time no see.”

Out of politeness, Manager He briefly greeted Qian Yuang, “Young Master Qian, you’re here.”

“I—” Just as Qian Yuang wanted to say something more, Manager He’s gaze had already shifted from him to Qiao Jing.

“Miss Qiao, please come this way.”

Manager He’s attitude toward Qiao Jing was unknowably more respectful than the one he showed Qian Yuang.

“Hmm,” Qiao Jing nodded, then headed towards the second floor.

All the while, Manager He walked slightly behind and to the side of Qiao Jing, leading her to a spot on the second floor where they could enjoy the view.

Qian Yuang looked up at Qiao Jing, who was perusing the menu, and gaped, unable to close his mouth.

Several wealthy young masters had come with Qian Yuang.

“Young Master Qian, she looks like a big shot, who exactly is she?”

“Big shot my ass! She’s just a country girl from the sticks, nothing special. Probably gets such treatment just by clinging to the Zhan Family’s coattails,” Qian Yuang sneered, having decided that Manager He’s treatment of Qiao Jing must be due to her previous visits with the Zhan Family.

“Country girl? The Zhan Family? No wonder she looked familiar—I guess she’s the countryside girl the Zhan Family married off. To be honest, I thought she was quite pretty from a distance before. Having seen her up close just now, I realize she truly is naturally beautiful.”

“Do you guys think President Zhan, having married such a beauty, might develop feelings over time and fall for her?”

“Ha! Perhaps anyone else might, but who is Zhan Qipei? He’s like a breath of fresh air in our circles! Never touches a woman, and besides, I hear his family is out there seeking a miracle doctor to treat his infertility.”

a pity, such a pretty girl with a great figure. If I had the chance to taste that, I

brazen young masters continued their unrestrained banter, all of which reached the ears of Manager He who was not far

the way! I saw her first,” Qian Yuang

say this, the

so stingy. Among us, we share the good things—a beauty

“Exactly.”

the second floor, and coincidentally, they chose a table

are fated,” Qian Yuang said to Qiao Jing, trying to chat her up again. “Why don’t we join our tables? I’ll

the menu to Wen Binbin across the table. “To tell you the truth, if

too loud nor too soft, just loud

with him? To hire this

sized up Wen Binbin. Could this guy really kill someone by

mocking, Wen Binbin suddenly looked over at him with

gave the impression… he had killed

if he saw an ice-cold corpse that

he looked, Qian Yuang felt as though his own blood was starting

his eyes, picked up the menu, and began

Farewell then, a dish of peanuts, but how come there are no smashed cucumbers? What’s this fancy restaurant’s deal? How can they

panting heavily, as if he had just returned from a

he found the man indistinguishable from

completely indistinguishable, perhaps

just now? Could it be that he had too much fun last night with

this, the ethereal voice of

just mention it to Manager He later, and

of Qian Yuang’s dandy friends, let out a laugh, looking at Qiao Jing, “Miss Qiao, you’re quite commanding, huh! Even the cows have flown up to the sky. This is our capital’s foremost grand restaurant, not some roadside food stall. You think they’ll make whatever you ask for on a

speaking than they saw Manager He take out a walkie-talkie, “Make a dish of

What’s going on?

and the

is that Manager He your

question was also what the others

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