C8

The big miss of Chi Family, Chi Xia, and the second miss, Chi Yue, walked in hand in a light gold evening dress. Behind them, the Chi Family's two son-in-law, elder sister's husband, Gao Yongcheng, and Second Sister's husband, Liu Jingyang, had all been taken into the Chi Family.

In these past few years, the NS was always managed by Chi Xia. As her husband, Gao Yongcheng, was her assistant, her might could be imagined. Chi Yue kept a low profile and only dealt with financial issues in the company, he rarely showed himself in public.

"What's the big boss's name?" Wen Nuan could not help but ask Jia Yuanqing.

"Chi Jingshen." Jia Yuanqing replied.

Wen Nuan felt as if she was struck by lightning.

"He's coming." Jia Yuanqing stood up, clapping while facing the door.

Wen Nuan did not stand up.

Chi Jingshen slowly walked into her line of sight. He was wearing a dark blue suit, and his steps were calm and steady.

However, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't seem like a blind person. Could it be that he was lying to him?

"Little uncle is so handsome." Lin Peiru shouted exaggeratedly. She was Gao Yongcheng's niece, so she called him Little Uncle.

"Sigh, what a pity. Even after so many years, his eyes still haven't recovered." Jia Yuanqing said in a low voice, full of regret.

"Therefore, he can only be a useless puppet." Han Ting sneered, he raised his red wine and took a sip.

"He's fine." Wen Nuan couldn't help but frown and retort back.

The people on the table looked at the two of them. Han Ting's expression was a little weird as he stared at her.

Lin Peiru was unhappy and pulled Han Ting up. "Han Ting, let's go greet uncle and aunt."

Han Ting was wearing a white shirt, while Lin Peiru was wearing a white evening dress.

Wen Nuan tried his best to straighten his waist a little so that he would not be struck down by everyone's gazes. Because her body was stretched too tightly, her body began to tremble, and her limbs became slightly numb.

This feeling was really too unbearable. She was clearly a victim, yet she was still viewed with a different light. She didn't want others to know that she had been tricked. It was too embarrassing, too embarrassing.

Chi Xia liked to dance. The opening dances of all the great banquets were made by her and Gao Yongcheng. In next to no time, there were some upper echelons that brought their partners down the dance floor to serve as a foil.

"Come." Jia Yuanqing stretched out his hand to Wen Nuan.

Wen Nuan hesitated, afraid that if Jia Yuanqing led her to dance, people would laugh at him.

"Other than you yourself, there's nothing else you need to care about." Jia Yuanqing said.

Wen Nuan felt a sour smell from his nose and passed the palm to him.

However, she did not know how to dance. She followed Jia Yuanqing's footsteps clumsily, stepping on his feet from time to time. She was embarrassed, and in a moment her little face was red and she was dancing stiffly.

"Heh, Little Warm, your relationship with Director A isn't bad." Lin Peiru danced and walked in front of her as she giggled.

Wen Nuan lowered her long eyelashes, as though she couldn't hear anything. She took a step back and suddenly stepped on the heels of the person behind her. Wen Nuan quickly turned his head and saw Chi Jingshen's dark blue suit.

Lin Peiru's eyes lit up, and immediately let go of Han Ting's hand. He patted her arm, and then smiled sweetly: "Young Uncle, I am Peiru."

"Peiru?" Chi Jingshen turned his head around, a trace of doubt appearing between his brows.

"She's your brother-in-law's niece." Chi Xia placed Chi Jingshen's hand into Lin Peiru's, and lightly patted it, "Let her dance with you, she just entered NS, I want her to train for a while, then be your assistant."

A gentle smile rose on Chi Jingshen's lips as she held Lin Peiru's hand. With a gentle wave of her hand, she made a beautiful turn.

"Yuanqing, please." Chi Xia swept a glance at Wen Nuan. His gaze did not pause for even a moment, as he walked straight towards Jia Yuanqing.

Jia Yuanqing immediately let go of Wen Nuan's hands and wrapped his arms around Chi Xia's waist. She was a woman in her late twenties, well maintained, and she often spoke for the NS products herself.

Wen Nuan was already covered with sweat as she walked out. She needed to catch her breath. The atmosphere here was suffocating her.

Wen Nuan realized that only the corridor entrance was quiet. She closed the door and arranged her dress before sitting down. The music came through the crack in the door and did not relax her tense nerves.

She suddenly wanted to drink a glass of wine, or scream a few times … However, she could only rub her forehead.

Creak. The door opened.

She turned her head and saw Han Ting pushing the door open. He was squinting his eyes and staring at her with a smile that was not a smile.

"F * ck off." Her face darkened as she abruptly stood up.

"You all know about it?" He raised his eyebrows and asked casually.

"You are simply too shameless." Wen Nuan was so angry that his entire body was trembling.

"Xiao Wen …" Han Ting walked closer, his hand on her pretty face, and said softly: "You just lack a bit of grace, if only you were like tonight, you would be fine, you must have intentionally worn this for me to see, right?"

"Scram." Wen Nuan patted his hands.

"Don't be like this, I really like you. It's just that I've mentioned it to you many times, but you just don't want to give it to me. I'm a man, I always want to … "

His shameless expression made Wen Nuan feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

He suddenly ignored her struggles and hugged her tightly. "Darling, why don't we do something good tonight?"

Wen Nuan screamed and punched him in the back, "Bastard, let go of me!"

"Shh, don't be noisy. Be obedient." Han Ting used his brute force and held her tightly, "You are wearing such beautiful clothes, didn't you want to change my mind? "Little Warmaker, be good and give it to me. I'll keep you safe from now on."

"You made a fake marriage certificate to fool me, didn't you?" Wen Nuan, on the other hand, could not cry, so she asked coldly.

"It's a game …"

"How much did you bet on winning?" Her eyes were red and sore, and she felt as if they were about to split open.

"Heh, not much. It's only around five million." Han Ting said in an indifferent tone.

Wen Nuan lowered his eyes, he was quiet for a few seconds, then burst out, bent his right leg, pulled down his high heels, and fiercely smashed them onto Su Yun's head.

"Five million is enough for you to get into the ICU, asshole! "Go to hell!"