Long Benshan immediately and readily signed the contract with a large sum of money, and her goal was finally achieved.
But the increasingly strong hints in his eyes seemed to announce that this was just the beginning of the night and was far from the end. She knew in her heart that if she could not dispel his thoughts about her in a timely and non-offensive way, he would immediately invite her.
If she waited until he spoke, perhaps she would never be able to turn back.
Because she was the one who started this game and was the one who provoked him first, so she couldn't refuse later. Otherwise, this contract, which was signed after showing off her sex appeal, would encounter many difficulties even if it could be implemented as scheduled.
With his warm smile on his face, he toasted Long Benshan a few more times, and then called back his girls to accompany him.
After the ambiguous atmosphere faded, she saw Xixi, who had been sticking to Zhan Nanxian, finally got up and went out to sing. She stood up lazily, moved to his side, sat down, tilted her head slightly, and rested her head comfortably on his long arms that were placed across the sofa, pretending not to notice the fleeting surprise on Long Ben's face.
Zhan Nanxian turned his head and finally looked at her again since she stepped into this luxurious box.
His eyes were very dark and deep, so unfathomable that it made her feel a little timid.
She used some unexpected means to complete her work tonight as quickly as possible, which might not be what he expected. She didn't know whether this would satisfy him. He didn't ask her to do this, and she didn't have to do it, but she did it because she was rarely in the mood to smile tonight.
She had been feeling a little bored before coming here, and waiting for this kind of situation to end would be like waiting until the end of time. She just wanted to resolve the matter as quickly as possible so that he would have no room for her, and then she could leave.
Taking the tissue from the table, she wiped the rouge on his lips bit by bit. In the eyes of others, her movements were so natural and intimate, as if she had done it one thousand and one hundred times before. Several ladies exchanged glances quietly, and no one was very smart to sit next to him. They all pretended not to notice and just coaxed Long Benshan to drink.
Zhan Nanxian didn't move at all, his expression didn't change at all from beginning to end, he just looked at her incomparably cold, his eyes darkening and lightening under the neon lights, and he said nothing.
The warm heart began to sink slowly, and then seemed to float upwards, hanging above the throat.
She knew that Long Cishishan, who seemed nonchalant sitting opposite her, was actually waiting just like her, waiting for a word or a move from Zhan Nanxian, waiting for him to acknowledge her as his, or to push her out casually and fulfill Long Cishishan's wish.
She had already placed this bet before gambling with Long Benshan.
She bet that no matter how unruly she was, Zhan Nanxian would never give her to another man.
But at this moment, she wasn't so sure.
His cold and ruthless eyes seemed to say that he had no interest in cleaning up her mess, and she liked playing with fire, so she just waited for **.
Wen Nuan counted silently in her heart, three, two—the moment she wanted to stand up, Zhan Nanxian grabbed her shoulders and held her in place. He finally spoke, but not to her, "Yingying, please sing a song."
"What do you want?"
"Nothing compares to you." His eyes were fixed on her from beginning to end. "Sing to me."