Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot by Beautiful Crescent

Chapter 217: 162 Heart fluttering, want to flirt with him; how about coming to my place? (2 updates) Qi Zeyan wore a crisp suit and a neat side-parted, slick hairstyle, his face hardened. The corridor he faced was directly opposite a window, and the shifting light and shadow outside fell across his face, creating a mottled, dimming effect.

His eyes, usually prideful with an upward slant, were now truly enraged, radiating fury as they fixed on Ruan Mengxi.

"President Qi-" someone chased after him.

Ruan Mengxi glanced towards the person, the sMr. Ma who had tried to take liberties earlier. Apparently not yet forty, his sparse hair thinly veiled his nearly bald head, which shone under the light.

She pursed her lips: Still not as shiny as the boss's slicked hair though.

"President Qi, why are you leaving all of a sudden? We haven't finished eating yet," he offered with an apologetic smile.

"What do you think?" Qi Zeyan retorted.

The rest of them weren't fools either; they probably guessed it had something to do with the intention of getting Ruan Mengxi drunk. After drinking for so long without any objection, the sudden outburst left everyone dumbfounded, unsure how to handle the situation.

Qi Zeyan gripped Ruan Mengxi's wrist tightly and pulled her towards the exit. Perhaps it was the icy coldness in his eyes that deterred the man from pursuing any further.

"Drinking is something to just deal with and move on. To them, around the table, you're nothing more than a side dish to accompany drinks. If you don't want to drink, can't you refuse?" Qi Zeyan was somewhat frustrated. Initially, he wanted to see when Ruan Mengxi would explode; after all, she was the only woman bold enough to lash out at him and certainly had a temper. So at first, when that group started toasting, he didn't intervene. He didn't expect her to keep accepting...

Now, with lecherous hands almost on her, this woman was definitely an idiot. She could stand up to him, yet out here she acted spineless.

Bully at home, coward outside? "Could I refuse?" Ruan Mengxi was aware of the unwritten rules at the drinking table. Given her position and lack of confidence, who dared to refuse.

"And what if you did refuse? Withthere, do you think they'd still dare to do anything to you? Next time..." "Forget it, from now on, don't cto these kinds of business dinners." His grip was strong, his palm broad and firm, tightly encircling her wrist, his fingers constricting slightly. It felt to her as if something had gently seized her heart, causing it to beat rapidly.

"Thump, thump, thump-" It pounded fiercely against her chest, her body still warm and agitated from the alcohol.

She tried to struggle free from his grip, but she was too weak.

Qi Zeyan's stride was large, and Ruan Mengxi felt panic rising. Wearing high heels, she was already unsteady, so she could only stumble along behind him.

It was not until they reached the lobby that he noticed she had been almost running to keep up, so he finally slowed down.

He frowned, sizing her up: These short legs! "Where are the car keys?" Qi Zeyan let go of her hand.

Their fingers parted, but facing him, Ruan Mengxi felt even more distressed, as if something was butting against her chest. Moreover, the lobby was chilly, near the freezing outdoors, with the whistling wind. Yet her face felt unbearably hot...

"Ruan Mengxi?" "Huh?" "The car keys." "The car..." Regaining her composure, she instinctively searched, “Boss, my bag's still inside. The car keys are in it." "You..." Qi Zeyan held back his irritation. He had just made a cool and decisive exit, and now he had to go back? His departure had already killed the mood for dinner and drinks in the private room. Although they were business partners, in the end, they were the ones requesting Qi Zeyan's help. The Chinese New Year was approaching, and having offended their financier, no one felt like chatting anymore.

However, once the private room door opened, and everyone saw Qi Zeyan reappear, they immediately stood up. "President Qi?" They were visibly excited.

Then they watched as Qi Zeyan returned to Ruan Mengxi's seat, picked up a black women's briefcase, and walked out.

* After getting into the car and asking Ruan Mengxi for her address, Qi Zeyan drove her home.

"You're renting a place, right? Do you have a roommate? Call her to cto pick you up." Qi Zeyan gripped the steering wheel.

"No, I live alone." "Renting alone?" In Beijing, renting is not cheap. If not sharing, the monthly rent of several thousand puts quite the pressure.

"It's our family's house." Stopping at a red light, Qi Zeyan turned to look at her, “Your family owns a mine?"

The address she gave was in a decent area of Beijing. Even the down payment for the house wouldn't ccheap. His assistant, a little rich girl?

With her family's solid background, they could surely find her a better job with higher pay and conditions. Was it really necessary for her to struggle in Beijing? "It's okay," Ruan Mengxi pursed her lips.

"I'll talk to Xiaozhu later. You won't need to cto these kinds of events anymore. Or the business ve field, you'll encounter many situations like this. Don't keep silent. If someone makes a move on you, don't be afraid of offending them.”