Chapter 84: Give Some Face Ancestor

Nan Jiaojiao got out of the car at the entrance of Shengyue Mansion.

Someone was standing at the gate waiting, with a photo in hand, comparing it with her a few times.

Once sure she was the person they were waiting for, they immediately squeezed a smile and greeted her.

“Shut up,” Nan Jiaojiao had no patience for Han Qi and his group, and didn’t care to listen to what he had to say.

She put her hands in her coat pockets, stood up straight, and walked inside, “Lead the way ahead.”

Zhou Yunlin felt oppressed.

No wonder Han Qi stepped aside to welcome her, Qi Heng couldn’t even avoid it quickly enough, and even advised him to fend for himself.

Although she looked young, her temper was anything but small.

The aura she carried was so powerful it made people subconsciously hold their breath.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, but her expression was too harsh—unapproachable, Han Qi dared to provoke such a high and mighty beauty.

“Brother Qi is inside, and after the talk, you’re welcome to come over for fun, little sister-in-law.”

Nan Jiaojiao paid no attention to what he said, but found that title “little sister-in-law” particularly annoying.

“Wait,” she stopped him, “I have nothing to do with Han Qi.”

“Yes, yes, if you say there isn’t, then there isn’t.”

Zhou Yunlin licked his face with a smile, gestured “please” with his hand, signaling her to open the door herself, then slowly retreated to the other side of the corridor and entered another private room a few doors down.

Nan Jiaojiao, suspicious, pushed open the door of the private room.

Inside, seven or eight people were sitting, all well-dressed, with glasses and chips clinking.

“Here you are.”

Han Qi walked towards her, his arm still in a sling.

However, he was dressed in a suit and tie.

The expensive tailor-made trousers clung to his legs as he moved, and even his hair was combed, adding a touch of steadiness, showing none of his usual rich second generation carelessness.

“President Han, who is this?”

Everyone started to stand up.

Nan Jiaojiao glanced over them, noticing the range of their ages.

Several were pot-bellied, balding, white-haired, with sly gazes that furtively glanced over her body.

“Gentlemen, this is my girlfriend.

She gets clingy if I leave her even for a moment.

Please expedite our business so that afterward, I can appease our family’s ancestor,” Han Qi quipped.

The women Han Qi was known to bring around were hardly ever serious.

This was the first time he protected one so closely.

The bosses were careful not to look around hastily anymore, chuckling and outdoing each other with compliments.

“Ancestor, come here.”

Han Qi moved to take Nan Jiaojiao’s hand, knowing she would dodge, so he leaned in close and pleaded in a low voice, “Everyone’s watching, give me some face.”

Looking at him with a smile that wasn’t entirely a smile, Nan Jiaojiao said, “Where is the stuff?”

“Don’t rush.

Finish this meal with me and I’ll destroy it for good.

No negatives will be left,” Han Qi replied, not daring to touch her hand.

Pinching her sleeve between two fingers, he tugged pleadingly, “I am someone of status after all.

Give me some dignity.

Eating with these business partners makes my stomach hurt.

Having you by my side, I might be able to eat a bit more.”

Dignity?

That was the one thing Nan Jiaojiao was the worst at giving.

She stretched out her hand without uttering a word, but the impatience on her face was clearly expressed.

Han Qi, sensing her mood, cleverly placed his cellphone in the palm of her hand, “Feel free to delete.”

Only then did Nan Jiaojiao agree to move her feet.

She didn’t look around—for Han Qi would naturally lead her to where she was supposed to sit.

The whispers just now went unheard by everyone, but judging by the intimacy and cautiousness of Han Qi, people could guess the situation.

The Kang Family was easy to cling to, but the one truly wielding power was Han Qi.

Securing a partnership with him was harder than reaching the heavens.

Anyone seated at this dining table, if taken outside, would have the whole of Rongcheng City trembling three times over.

Just as she sat down.

Someone pushed the door open.

“Master Bo!”

“Third Master Bo!”

Nan Jiaojiao’s brows twitched, and her heart skipped a beat.