Mr Fu, I Really Love You

The sponsor was targetting the female anchor, and the meaning behind that went without saying.

Before Tang Zheng could say anything, he saw Lin Nuan drink up a cup of strong alcohol and his smile was akin to that of a scheming fox; he picked up his cup, cigarette in hand, and drank up its contents at once.

The vice president thought he understood the meaning behind the smile in Tang Zheng’s eyes and so he added more alcohol into Lin Nuan’s cup, saying, “Little Lin is forthright indeed. Come come come… Have another cup! You have to thank President Tang properly!”

“According to your words, Mr. Vice President, the one who should toast President Tang the most seems to be me…”

A friendly voice cut into the conversation.

Miss Xia couldn’t stand the way the vice president was forcefully pushing Lin Nuan out to butter up Tang Zheng so she walked over with her cup and draped her slender arm around Lin Nuan’s shoulder, nonchalantly pulling her back in a defensive manner without anyone noticing.

“President Tang, this is my toast to you…” Miss Xia gave a slight smile to Tang Zheng as she spoke.

Seeing Miss Xia go over, the others looked delighted and were tempted to make their moves as they filled up their own cups with liquor, ready to make friends with the handsome and rich sponsor.

Miss Xia’s move to protect her was silently noted down by Lin Nuan, whose face had already started itching.

Tang Zheng raised his gaze, his long eyes half-lidded. He looked at Lin Nuan who was standing behind Miss Xia, a smile on his lips as he ignored the latter’s words.

He brought the unlit cigarette to his lips and the sound of the lighter rang throughout the gazebo. Soon, faint white smoke passed from his lips as he said, “Miss Lin’s social connections seem pretty good. It seems that if I want to drink with Miss Lin, I’ll have to go past all those sitting at this table first?”

Tang Zheng’s voice carried his smile as he directly called out Lin Nuan in a half-joking, half-serious manner.

Bai Xiaonian’s eyebrows drew tightly together as she worried for Lin Nuan. Even Miss Xia couldn’t protect Lin Nuan anymore? She considered contacting Fu Huai’an. After all, Fu Huai’an was going to marry Lin Nuan—he shouldn’t be able to watch Lin Nuan get lusted over by other men.

The vice president was extremely experienced in handling social connections. He knew something was wrong the moment those words were spoken and that the sponsor was unhappy, so he gave a warning glare to Miss Xia while he smiled and said, “That’s right, Little Lin is a nice person so she gets along well with her other colleagues. But President Tang, you’re so charming, it’s rare for our Miss Xia to make a toast to someone, this is for you! Little Lin… Why aren’t you sitting next to President Tang? Go drink a few rounds!”

Lin Nuan placed down her cup—filled to the brim with liquor by the vice president just then—with some force, causing the alcohol to spill over her slender fingers. The cup was suddenly only half-filled.

Perhaps Lin Nuan was true as Fu Huai’an had said—she was intelligent, but she was horrible at socializing and handling relations with others.

She wasn’t someone who was sociable towards everyone. When she was in the Lin family, she was their young lady so she had the right to remain proud in front of everyone else. The pride that was carved into her bones by Liang Mulan was in her nature; Lin Nuan couldn’t change it.

Just like how it was currently—even though she had already thought up countless plans of retreat, she still wasn’t giving them face when dealing with the coercive vice president and sponsor.

“President Tang, Lin Nuan is allergic to alcohol and she only drank a cup because Vice President said that you provided a large sponsorship to the morning news department. As they all say, female anchors rely on their looks the most to remain fed. If she drinks another cup, Lin Nuan’s face may be ruined and that’s not even the most important thing—I’m afraid that even her life will be placed on the line.”

Bai Xiaonian stood up in a rush and spoke.