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Dao Wen walked up to Zong Jin, the surrounding music and cheers creating a lively atmosphere. She greeted the people at the booth before finally focusing her attention on Zong Jin.
"Zong Boss, you’ve ordered such expensive drinks; this is the biggest order I've had in the past two months. Didn’t I say I would treat you? Why are you making such a fuss?" Dao Wen said.
Zong Jin silently observed Dao Wen's face, recalling their last meeting at home when she was dressed in a neat and capable manner. Now, she exuded a captivating and sensual allure that left him taken aback. The familiarity he felt was quickly overshadowed by an unfamiliar distance, leaving him puzzled.
Dao Wen poured herself a full glass of liquor, intending to use it as a form of self-punishment. She raised her glass and addressed everyone, "I’ll take a self-punishment drink for not greeting everyone properly. I got caught up with an old friend I haven’t seen in years and wanted to spend some extra time with them."
Turning her glass towards Zong Jin, she politely added, "Zong Boss, you’re so generous. I’ll definitely treat you another day."
Just as Dao Wen was about to down her drink in one go, Tong Le started to rise to stop her, but Zong Jin was quicker.
He took the glass from Dao Wen’s hand and smoothly handed her a glass of pineapple juice instead. "You’re here to do business, not to drink," he said.
This caught Dao Wen off guard. In all her time running the bar, every man who came in had insisted on pouring drinks for her. The last man who had stood up for her in a similar situation was her ex-boyfriend, Zhou Feng.
This moment briefly pulled her back into memories of familiar faces and experiences that reminded her of Zhou Feng.
Looking at the pineapple juice in her hand, she smiled and teased, "Zong Boss, do you think I’m just like Tong Le? We’re not cut from the same cloth."
At the booth, Tong Le stood up with the pineapple juice in hand and protested, "Who says I can’t drink? I can drink too!"
From the sofa, Zong Zeyu chimed in lazily, "Sure you can drink; but if you drink too much, you might end up kissing someone."
Tong Le quickly turned and covered Zong Zeyu's mouth with her hand, glaring at him with wide eyes. "Say one more word and I’ll take you down!"
Zong Zeyu laughed out loud. "You’re as timid as a quail; just try to be tough with me."
Tong Le’s face flushed instantly. She could never win against Zong Zeyu; every time they bickered, she ended up feeling embarrassed.
Dao Wen clinked her glass against Zong Jin’s, signaling, "Let’s meet again another day at a different place; my treat."
Zong Jin nodded in response. "Go ahead and get busy."
As Dao Wen turned to leave, Zong Jin’s gaze lingered on her figure, unable to look away.
Zong Zeyu noticed this exchange and thought to himself that this time it seemed like an unexpected success. From what he knew of Zong Jin, there was no escaping Dao Wen's charm.
Meanwhile, Tong Le continued to watch the muscular men on the dance floor. Zong Zeyu tugged at her arm and reminded her, "Keep reporting your work."
This time Tong Le refused to indulge him. She felt that Zong Zeyu was being unreasonable. "You’ve got issues! I’m not reporting anything; I want to watch handsome guys!"
Zong Zeyu grabbed Tong Le's arm, forcing her to meet his gaze. He spoke slowly, "No! Looking!"
Tong Le retorted, "Why should I?"
Zong Zeyu replied, "I am your boss. Are we not signing the contract? Are you giving up on that piece of land?"
Just as Tong Le was thinking of how to counter him, Tian Ling suddenly tugged at her arm and cheerfully said, "Come on, let's go dance!"
Tong Le followed Tian Ling to the dance floor, where the two of them, neither skilled in dancing, joined a group of people bouncing and twisting around.
Zong Zeyu watched with a helpless smile. Although he was displeased that his woman was looking at other men, seeing her happy and relaxed was not so bad after all.
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