Ling Qingyu clicked her tongue at Shen family's behavior. Was it because of fearing offending the big officials, that the refreshments and drinks only began now?
Treating people differently, is nothing unusual when people always strove for hierarchies. Ling Qingyu sighed at the humanities. Who knew how many ordinary people wished to be wealthy yet boot-licking behavior and people stepping on each other never ceased to exist.
The waitresses served the wine and small dishes such as potato chips and slices of barbecue meat. Ling Qingyu motioned the girls to go ahead and eat.
Although her seat was at the forefront with high-level individuals, she had no fear or pressure. People who were observing her couldn't help but nod their heads.
Those who knew her didn't think she didn't deserve the seat. Only foolish and blind people like the fat man beside Ling Qingyu went in a different frequency and never regarded Ling Qingyu's group identities to be high.
For him, they appeared more like performers belonging to the Shen family. Seeing them eating the dishes without giving him any face, it would be wrong to say he remained expressionless.
Though offended inside, thinking of the beauties about to lean under his grasp, he decided to tolerate them.
Ling Qingyu's group of girls: "...???..."
He coughed and opened the wine bottle, and gestured at the girls. Ling Qingyu understood his meaning and her eyes narrowed but she accepted his gesture.
There was nothing wrong with the man's behavior. Whether his action came from goodwill or not, Ling Qingyu mustn't lose etiquette.
As long as he didn't overreach, she could tolerate and ignore his existence. She politely collected all the girls' glasses and pushed them before the man to pour the wine, to prevent the man from standing up and messing around too.
The man gave a toast and everyone raised their glasses. Afterward, Ling Qingyu took a sip and put the glass down.
The man's lips twitched. He received a mere thank you. Should he lament his luck he didn't gain a good guy card?
Ling Qingyu's group continued whispering among themselves. His move didn't even cause a ripple. Did he read wrong? The man stared at Ling Qingyu.
Dressed like a nature goddess, a green tulle gown accentuating her white skin and curves. With a mixture of Eastern and Western features, the best of both worlds appeared on her. Sapphire's icy eyes told the man, he had made a mistake somewhere.
The mayor swore to heaven and earth, he wasn't gazing at the beautiful girls. It was Yang Qingyue's presence which attracted his attention unconsciously. His eyes glanced at Yang Qingyue occasionally in fear.
They had fought both openly and behind the scenes. Victories only belonged to Yang Qingyue. No matter his influences or connections in Province N, all were lost before Yang Qingyue.
Now, the winner had even taken the post of a police chief and he was worried about his unstable mayor position. Although there were no signs of further pursuit, who could tell in the future?
Soon, everyone, who should show their faces on stage finished their speeches and the stage began playing music.
Shen family invited some artists to sing for the audience before the main themes began. People started to move around under the music background and met familiar ones.
Chuckling and cracking jokes, exchanging contacts and even some business deals. Mr. Shen conversed with several important figures.
Many individuals desired to show their presence and enhance connections but they understood their strength and were reluctant for not having a chance to get in to talk.
In contrast to their eagerness, Ling Qingyu's group remained calm and without interest in mingling. She hated networking with people, comprising of favors and gratitudes.
But the human world was never revolving around a single person. To live and to survive, cooperation and allies were necessary.
Besides, even if she didn't need those connections, because people might be begging to see her soon when her plans unveiled, Zhao Xiurong, her secretary, had a different situation.
In addition, it was better to make friends and show her openmindness by chatting with more people, rather than being labeled as arrogant.
Ling Qingyu sighed when even though it wasn't necessary to tend to the public pressure, she must abide by those rules and etiquette in order to avoid being left out.
She, who had her family members and friends, didn't mind but just a little bit of energy to avoid troubles, only a fool would refuse.
When Ling Qingyu stood up and was about to grab Zhao Xiurong to introduce to other influential individuals, a voice, full of malice and dissatisfaction flew into her ears.
"You little girls, I have given you enough respect by pouring wines and you all refuse to give me any face. Where do you put me?"