"Chen Na, what a coincidence, you're also eating here?"
As Chen Na scrolled through Xiaohongshu, a surprised voice suddenly came from behind her, and it sounded somewhat familiar.
She instinctively turned her head and, upon seeing the pot-bellied man who had approached, Chen Na couldn't help but frown.
This was the restaurant's general manager who often harassed her, Zeng Xianyong.
Zeng Xianyong looked at Chen Na with a smile on his face, "Alone? Would you mind if I join you?"
Although Zeng Xianyong asked politely, he didn't wait for Chen Na to reply and sat down directly opposite her.
"Sorry, I've made plans. I'm dining with a friend."
Chen Na replied coldly, her tone filled with distance.
She knew that the colder she was to men like this, the sooner they would back off.
But to her surprise, Zeng Xianyong actually seemed to enjoy this kind of treatment.
Women, don't they all like playing hard to get?
Any man with a bit of experience would understand.
Zeng Xianyong's smile grew more excited, and his gaze swept unrestrainedly over Chen Na's shapely figure.
That figure was simply top-notch. How wonderful it would be to roll around in the sheets with her.
The women he had been with before couldn't compare to Chen Na.
But he also knew that the more beautiful and shapely a woman was, the harder she was to get, and he was willing to spend more time and effort to win her over.
"Chen Na, don't be like that. I am, after all, your boss's boss. Shouldn't you at least show me the respect I deserve?"
Chen Na, facing Zeng Xianyong's lecherous gaze, felt slightly nauseous but tried to keep her tone steady, "Sorry, I have already shown the respect due. Please maintain a proper distance from me."
"Moreover, you're married. You shouldn't be doing this."
"Oh, so you're concerned about me being married. That's easy to deal with. I can just get a divorce if that's the issue."
Zeng Xianyong had dealt with this objection many times before. If a girl cared about that, he'd let her know he could divorce for her.
But when to actually divorce would be his business.
It wasn't as if he would really get a divorce; after all, a divorce would mean dividing his properties, which wouldn't be worth it.
To keep the home flag flying while playing with new flags outside was his ultimate goal.
Chen Na was left speechless, underestimating the thickness of Zeng Xianyong's skin; he could even utter the words about divorcing his wife for her.
That's when Zeng Xianyong noticed the Prada shopping bag next to Chen Na's seat and pointed at it, "This bag wasn't cheap, was it? Your yearly salary isn't much. How much could you have left after spending tens of thousands on a bag?"
"But if you were with me, I wouldn't mind buying you one every month."
Zeng Xianyong said confidently.
He was the general manager of a Land Rover 4S shop, and with his yearly salary plus bonuses, he made nearly seven or eight hundred thousand. Then there were the extra earnings from the shop; making over a million a year wasn't an issue for him.
So even spending twenty to thirty thousand a month on a woman wouldn't be a burden to him.
Chen Na tried hard to suppress her feelings, speaking in a calm tone, "Xie Haijie, please be rational now. First of all, we are no longer in a relationship, and secondly, even if we were in a relationship, you would have no right to interfere with whom I eat with."
"Can you please leave now?"
"I should leave?"
Xie Haijie was about to continue his tirade when he inadvertently glanced at the Prada shopping bag beside Chen Na's seat, and he suddenly understood more, sneeringly said:
"So that's it, huh? You look down on the Coach I bought you for a few thousand and choose a Prada worth tens of thousands?"
"I never thought you were the kind of woman who's greedy for money. I really misjudged you!"
At this point, Zeng Xianyong felt the need to clarify, "That Prada wasn't from me."
"Heh."
Xie Haijie became even more contemptuous, "Dare to do but not to admit? Are you fucking even a man?"
Zeng Xianyong thought there was really something wrong with this man's brain, "No, can you speak properly, without swearing all the time?"
Xie Haijie, being furious, would have lashed out at anyone, even if it was the emperor of heaven. He pointed at Zeng Xianyong's nose and cursed, "I'm talking about you, you dead fat pig, you're not a man!
"Dare! To! Do! But! Not! To!
Admit!"
Zeng Xianyong got sprayed in the face by Xie Haijie, and he wiped off the saliva with a sweep of his hand, "Are you fucking sick or what?"
"You're the one who's sick, your whole family's sick!"
Zeng Xianyong started pushing Xie Haijie out, "Get out of here fast, if you don't leave I'm gonna call the police!"
"Don't you touch me!"
"Who's touching you, you know you're preventing us from eating, you're disturbing the public order here, understand?"
"You fucking push me again?!"
The two were arguing and shoving each other when it suddenly escalated into a physical fight.
Zeng Xianyong grabbed Xie Haijie by the collar and tried to drag him out, while Xie Haijie countered with an elbow, nearly causing the cumbersome Zeng Xianyong to stumble.
"You're fucking hitting me, aren't you?!"
"It's your damn fault for starting it!"
They entangled once more; the fight between adults was unskillful, and after a few punches and kicks, they began wrestling on the floor.
The waitstaff in the restaurant were all shocked by the scene, even the chefs ran out to watch the commotion, uncertain whether they should call the police.
Chen Na was dumbfounded, not expecting the two men to actually start fighting, and for a while, she wasn't sure whether to try and intervene. Yet, as a frail woman, there was not much she could stop.
And poor Shen Yuan, who was completely unaware of what was happening, having just come back from using the restroom, took a wrong turn as mall restrooms are not usually located inside the restaurant, which delayed him quite a bit.
But when he saw two men fighting on the ground at the entrance of the restaurant, Shen Yuan was utterly stunned.
What the hell kind of scene was this?
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