The Meeting

This was probably Chen Bing's third time meeting Yan Xia. Every time he saw her, he had a different feeling.

The first time, it was a mess, but the second time, it was clean, simple, and capable. Today was the third time, and his impression of Yan Xia had changed to that of a charming woman.

She was wearing a black silk spaghetti strap dress with a khaki-colored suit jacket. She gave off a lazy and cold aura.

Chen Bing rarely went to his own company because he didn't like such boring work. Secondly, the women here were too boring. They looked lifeless every day and only knew how to do business. There was no fun at all.

Yan Xia was different from those people. No, Yan Xia was probably different from all the women Chen Bing had ever met. It actually gave Chen Bing a pleasant surprise.

Chen Bing stared at Yan Xia without holding back.

There was a possessive look in his eyes, which made Yan Xia uncomfortable.

"Please take a seat." Chen Bing smirked.

He had a head of red hair, which made his face look very pale. He was wearing a leather jacket and overalls, and his trousers were all stuffed into his Dr. Martin boots. He had an unruly ruffian aura.

He asked her to sit down and his subordinates made way for her.

The lighting in the VIP room was good, and the matching sofa was soft and comfortable. If it weren't for the group of people in front of her, Yan Xia would have thought that this was a great place to relax.

Yan Xia walked through the crowd expressionlessly and sat opposite Chen Bing. Although her back hurt, she forced herself to sit up straight.

Chen Bing moved her fingers, and a man brought a glass of golden wine to Yan Xia.

"I don't have the habit of drinking tea here," Chen Bing said with a smirk. "Why don't you try some of my good wine, Secretary Yan?"

Yan Xia looked at the wine and did not touch it. She smiled politely. "I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of drinking."

A hooligan-like man sitting next to Chen Bing laughed. "Wow, what arrogance. You actually dare to reject our Young Master Chen's wine."

Yan Xia glanced at the hooligan and knew that he was Chen Bing's lackey. If she accepted his request, her momentum would be weakened.

Yan Xia glanced at the hooligan and said to Chen Bing, "How can anyone speak up for Young Master Chen?"

Chen Bing felt as if he had been criticized, but he had no evidence. He felt depressed and slapped the back of the person's head. "Get lost! I'm f*cking talking business, who the h*ll are you to interrupt?"

Hearing Chen Bing's tantrum, the group of people immediately stood up, bowed, and pulled them out of the door. Soon, only Yan Xia and Chen Bing were left.

Seeing that there were only the two of them left, Yan Xia started to panic.

If those people were here just now, Chen Bing might have restrained himself for the sake of his face. Now that there were only two people left, it was hard to guarantee that this person wouldn't do anything out of line.

Chen Bing could tell that Yan Xia was afraid, so he sneered, "I thought you were a powerful woman. You're scared of such a small scene?"

Chen Bing loved the pleasure of conquering women. Seeing that Yan Xia had become scared so quickly, he suddenly lost interest in this woman.

He leaned back on the sofa and placed his hands on the back of the sofa. "Since you dare to come alone, I'll give you some face. I can delete the video, but I have a condition. I want Jiang Huai to agree to my request yesterday."

Yesterday, when he mentioned Yan Xia, Jiang Huai's expression was already off. That was why he purposely asked Jiang Huai to give up Yan Xia to have some fun. He wanted to anger Jiang Huai.

Sure enough, this usually calm and cold-faced king of h*ll, who even he had to give in to, actually had a weakness, and it was such a boring woman.

He did not care if he could get Yan Xia. He just wanted Jiang Huai to suffer and vent his pent-up anger!

Yan Xia didn't know what Chen Bing had requested of Jiang Huai, but she was sure that Jiang Huai would never agree to it.

Yan Xia thought of the contract in her hand. Although the S+ project was indeed difficult to give up, it was a competition of time. There was no need to waste time with him.