Is He Helping Me Out?

President Chen was actually quite a clever man. If it was not for the fact that he was slightly drunk, he would have been able to sense the cold aura Li Yan was emanating. Even though Li Yan was smiling, his gaze was extremely icy.

President Chen did not know one thing. Yes, Li Yan was cruel and ruthless, but he never let it show on his face.

President Chen looked at Qiao Mu with interest. "If you finish this bottle of whisky, I will buy so many bottles of liquor that you reach your sales target!"

Qiao Mu was taken aback. "Really?"

"As long as you're able to finish drinking the bottle of whisky, money isn't a problem for me." President Chen laughed slyly. 'Yes, money isn't a problem for me, but will you be sober enough to leave?'

Qiao Mu knew that she was unable to escape the clutches of this man, and that Li Yan had no intention of helping her. But why would he help her? He could not recognize her because of the thick makeup, and even if he could, there was no reason for him to help her out.

This man was no longer the teenage boy from ten years ago who would protect her at all cost.

Aside from this, it was not a losing deal for her either. As long as she was able to finish the bottle of wine, she would get a large sum of commision tonight. And right now, the money was very attractive to her.

"Alright!" Qiao Mu gritted her teeth and nodded.

'Alright?'

Li Yan's fingers froze, and he narrowed his dark orbs. The emotions in his eyes could not be deciphered.

'Why is she so crazy about money?'

Even though this young woman before her was wearing thick and ugly makeup, it only took one glance for him to recognize her. And no matter how hard she tried, it was impossible for her to hide her pure and innocent gaze.

Why would she work at this kind of place? And she did not want to say no to such a bizarre request for the sake of making some money!

Qiao Mu grabbed the bottle of whisky on the table, raised her head and started chugging the liquor down. She planned to finish it as soon as possible so that she could leave while she was still sober. The effects of the alcohol would take some time to start showing, after all.

The whisky was dry and spicy, and she could not help but cough.

'Why the heck is it so spicy? What kind of whisky is this?'

After coughing for a short while, Qiao Mu continued to drink. But this time, before the liquid could enter her mouth, the whisky bottle had already flown off.

In the very next moment, there was a loud bang. The whisky bottle fell to the floor and shattered.

Qiao Mu looked at the man before her in a daze. There was a dark expression on his face, and he was staring at her with his hawk-like eyes. "Does the whisky taste good?"

Qiao Mu ignored the burning sensation in her throat and shook her head without being aware of it. She pouted. 'Of course it doesn't taste good!'

"Young Master Li…" President Chen was shocked as he looked at Li Yan, who had already risen from the couch. The man, who looked nonchalant just now, was wearing a dark expression, and he emanated an extremely horrifying aura.

Li Yan gave President Chen a sidelong glance, and his voice was extremely icy. "President Chen, don't go overboard."

"Certainly… You're right, Young Master Li." President Chen was so scared that his legs were turning limb, and he had no idea what was going on. He rose to pour Li Yan a glass of wine to lighten up the atmosphere, but he had only taken a step forward when he lost balance and fell. He placed his hands on the floor to steady himself, but that part of the floor happened to be where the glass shards were.

There was a loud and shrill scream. President Chen was about to curse the person who was stupid enough to cause him to trip, but the moment he turned, he realized that there was no one other than Li Yan beside him!

Li Yan said nonchalantly, "President Chen, you have had a little too much to drink."

The glass shards had pierced into President Chen's palms, and blood was seeping out of the wounds. He grimaced in pain, but he had no choice but to force a smile. "Please forgive me, Young Master Li. I've indeed drunk a little too much. Sorry for the blunder."

The private lounge immediately became silent.

Qiao Mu stood rooted to the spot. 'Is he helping me out?'