That Sounds Too Intimate

The moment Miss Xia parked her car and walked in with Lin Nuan, a waitress donning a cheongsam brought them through the long corridor filled with carvings and paintings to the Huxin Gazebo that stood in the center of the pond. A Linxiao Pavilion plaque hung at the front.

From the table, it was evident that not all dishes had been served. Eight or nine people were casually lounging there but the sponsors and the vice president of the broadcasting company had yet to arrive. Once they saw Miss Xia walking over, they all stood up to greet her.

What surprised Lin Nuan was seeing Bai Xiaonian at the table.

Bai Xiaonian saw her and informed the person beside her before she picked up her bag and stood up, walking towards her and Miss Xia.

After greeting Miss Xia with a nod of her head, Bai Xiaonian grabbed Lin Nuan's arm and said, "Accompany me to the bathroom!"

Dragging Lin Nuan to a corner, Bai Xiaonian spoke up with furrowed brows, "I heard that this time the sponsor asked specifically for you to come. This doesn't seem appropriate…"

Bai Xiaonian took out a piece of yam shortcake from her bag and passed it to Lin Nuan, saying, "Eat a bite or two now… When it's almost time to drink later it should start working up. When that happens, regardless of whether or not that sponsor tries to get you drunk, you just drink a few sips and I'll take you away! As long as the higher-ups believe that you're allergic to alcohol, you can completely avoid coming to these kinds of meet-ups in the future."

Knowing that Bai Xiaonian came for her, Lin Nuan's heart felt warm.

Lin Nuan took the yam shortcake and took a bite, chewing slightly before swallowing.

When Lin Nuan and Bai Xiaonian returned to the table, the vice president and the sponsor had arrived.

Once he saw Lin Nuan return, the large-sized vice president immediately stood up and gestured for Lin Nuan to go over.

"Lin Nuan, come here and give President Tang a toast. Your morning news department's greatest sponsor is President Tang. You can say that without him there would be no morning news department!"

A man in a suit sat beside the vice president. Holding an unlit cigarette between his fingers, he looked towards Lin Nuan.

The noon sunlight was piercingly bright and reflected off the surface of the pond water to outline his strong facial features. The light seemed to go through his flawlessly fair and porcelain skin, looking tight and poreless. His long narrow eyes were black and tilted up at the end, looking as though he was smiling. He had a sharp nose and thin lips that were pursed tightly but curved up at a corner, giving him an unrestrained vibe.

Next to President Tang was an empty seat; anyone could tell that it was meant to be Lin Nuan's seat.

Bai Xiaonian squeezed Lin Nuan's hand and smiled at the vice president and President Tang before finding an empty seat to sit on.

Lin Nuan knew what she had to do and did not flinch; she walked towards the vice president.

It was Tang Zheng's first time seeing Lin Nuan. Different from when she was on screen, when Lin Nuan and Bai Xiaonian walked towards the gazebo, that delicately crafted face shone from the light. In his daze it felt like she was an angel, making Tang Zheng's heart skip a beat.

He mused internally that no wonder Old Fu liked her.

"Lin Nuan…" The vice president passed Lin Nuan a cup of wine and hurriedly pushed her towards Tang Zheng. "President Tang said that he provided such a huge sponsorship this time because of you."

That sounded too intimate and Lin Nuan tightened her grip on the cup.

"President Tang, a toast to you." Lin Nuan's voice remained neutral while her eyes showed her stubborn resistance.

The spicy strong alcohol entered her mouth and trickled down her gullet; her forehead faintly started perspiring.

Lin Nuan was not like other people who gave friendly smiles the moment they saw the sponsor's handsome and elegant figure.

In Lin Nuan's eyes, no matter how well-dressed Mr. Tang was, he was still a fake gentleman who forced others to accompany him to meals and drinks… And even to bed.