Chapter 8: The Manager, Not the President

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"Um..."

"Don't move." The pleasant voice drifted past her ear, "We need to practice in advance, otherwise we'll give ourselves away."

Gu Xiaoer was startled, trying to rationalize the statement, yet she didn't notice the man's beguiling words or the dangerous aura.

Soon, the girl's lips were pecked again in a fleeting touch.

Then she saw Han Luoli with a rare teasing smile at the corner of his mouth. What a delectable and adorably dim-witted Little Monster. He couldn't help wanting to tease her a bit.

And Gu Xiaoer, stiff as a puppet, was anxiously at a loss.

She wondered if this was something they really needed to practice in advance.

Gu Xiaoer, with her somewhat dizzy head, still managed to think about the serious matters. She pushed Han Luoli away forcefully and jumped far back.

"Don't try to fool me any longer, I won't fall for it!" The girl warned with determination.

Fool her? Han Luoli rubbed his temple, wondering how many women would line up to be fooled by him, yet this little thing was resisting.

Gu Xiaoer ignored the man's displeased mood and threw yesterday's lovey-dovey plan at him, "I just discovered yesterday that my boyfriend has gotten together with my best friend, and today they are already getting engaged, even inviting me to the banquet enthusiastically."

She emphasized "enthusiastically" while gritting her teeth.

"So, as a professional boyfriend, you have to be more affectionate than them, understand?"

Gu Xiaoer shook her little head with a swing of her ponytail, walking around in front of the couch and calling out, "Considering our unspeakable deal, we need to go through our lines together."

She called out until she was out of breath, while Han Luoli, with his long legs crossed, elegantly sat on the couch with a casual and lazy demeanor, pondering how to gobble up this Little Monster.

"Han Luoli!"

The girl puffed her cheeks in dissatisfaction, "You're now a senior executive of Shenghan Group. What kind of executive sits back with crossed legs and gets distracted!"

"Why am I a senior executive of Shenghan Group and not the CEO?" Han Luoli seemed dissatisfied with the role Gu Xiaoer had set for him.

"Hey, that's Shenghan Group we're talking about! The super corporation that holds half of Mofeng City's business landscape, with a family background that holds sway over Country C and a century-old foundation. Just being an executive there is high-end enough to fool them," Gu Xiaoer sighed, appraising Han Luoli up and down, "Although you really fit the CEO profile, that would be too easy to see through, get it?"

Han Luoli silently nodded without saying a word.

"When we meet them, you should lightly put your arm around my shoulder..."

"Like this?"

Before she knew it, the man's imposing figure was close, his shadow covering her, his long arm already encircling her shoulder, drawing her in.

Gu Xiaoer was caught off guard and fell into a cool embrace, her petite head nestling perfectly in his neck.

What a catch!

Gu Xiaoer's cheeks felt the man's solid chest. Having such a handsome man pretend to be her boyfriend, she thought the extra rental fee was worth it.

No, no, what was she thinking? Why did she lose all self-control around this man?

Where was the will to practice now?

Gu Xiaoer immediately pushed him away, they exchanged phone numbers and she went home, agreeing to meet again at the arranged time.

She didn't want to spend another minute with this dangerous man. Yes, that's it—dangerous.

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The towering Shenghan Group Building in the city center.

A black-and-white themed office with panoramic glass windows, bringing the entire Mofeng City into view.

The polished, black and gold marble floor was immaculate, reflecting an atmosphere taut with tension.

Leather custom sofas arranged at the head of the room, with Han Luoli occupying the principal seat. Facing him stood several company executives, attentively waiting and rigorously discussing important company matters.

Seemingly recalling something, his slender finger gestured, signaling the executives to leave. His assistant, Wei Feng, promptly came in.

"Boss."

"Didn't a woman arrive just now?"

Wei Feng was startled, then respectfully nodded, "Miss Su is waiting in the reception room."

"Have her come in." His voice was calm, without a ripple of emotion.

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