Half an hour later, Jiang Ziyu removed the silver needles from Di Mingjue's head.
As her vision began to recover, Di Mingjue's heart filled with hope, and his longing to see Qianqian's face grew even more intense.
"Are you sure about a week?"
"That depends on your cooperation."
If he hadn't worked late into the night recently, keeping his eyes and brain in a constant state of operation, with her skills, his eyesight would have been completely restored by now.
However, whether this was said or not was no longer important. At this moment, Di Mingjue understood that her advice was only for his own good.
Emerging from the room, Di Mingjue felt a lightness of spirit, his attitude towards Jiang Ziyu undergoing a significant change. It seemed that every word she spoke was worth heeding.
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Golden Tripod Hotel.
"Feifei, pour the wine!"
"This girl is too spoiled, not a trace of manners."
Seeing that his harsh scolding was ineffective, Jiang Wenbin quickly explained to Jiang Hui.
He moved from the left end of the large round table to the right end, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and forced it into Jiang Feifei's hand.
His face was beaming with a smile, but in private, he was pinching Jiang Feifei's arm tightly. He glared at her coldly: "You'd better be sensible. If you mess up today's contract signing, you can get out!"
Silently, the two exchanged glances.
Turning back, Jiang Wenbin's face once again lit up with a smile, "Brother Qin, please don't mind, she's just too shy around strangers."
Jiang Feifei was forcibly pushed by Jiang Wenbin to sit next to Qin Hui. Looking at the fat, greasy face in front of her grinning at her, her stomach churned with nausea.
"Truly striking." Qin Hui exclaimed, his hands itching to touch her knees.
Being men, how could Jiang Wenbin not understand?
He ignored Jiang Feifei's resistance, his palm pressing against her back, and with a shove, Jiang Feifei sat on Qin Hui's lap.
In an instant, she felt a hard object pressing against her from beneath her thigh. Jiang Feifei's eyes widened, and she looked at Qin Hui in disbelief.
"Be careful, don't fall," Qin Hui said kindly, his arm wrapping around her waist.
Jiang Feifei could tolerate pouring the wine, but she couldn't tolerate the lecherous hands.
Gritting her teeth, she furiously broke free from his embrace, retreating several steps back as if avoiding a virus.
Having failed to get any pleasure, and with the person he had captured now keeping her distance, Qin Hui was displeased. He coughed coldly, his hand landing on the tabletop.
Bang~
Jiang Wenbin's heart leaped into his throat.
"What's going on? Apologize quickly!"
Without waiting for Qin Hui to speak, Jiang Wenbin once again pulled Jiang Feifei in front of Qin Hui.
Jiang Feifei bit her lip stubbornly, unwilling to comply.
Why should Jiang Ziyu marry the powerful and wealthy Di Mingjue, while she had to accompany a greasy old man here and be taken advantage of!
Her tightly shut lips showed no sign of opening.
"I'll warn you one last time. If you mess this up, you'll regret it," Jiang Wenbin whispered a threat into Jiang Feifei's ear.
Jiang Feifei knew all too well what "regret" meant. If she was already relegated to serving drinks, the next step would be accompanying him to bed.
She vowed to make Jiang Ziyu experience double the humiliation she was enduring tonight.
Glass after glass of wine was poured, and then drunk. To appease Qin Hui, Jiang Feifei drank half a bottle of red wine.
Her cheeks gradually flushed, and her head felt heavy and dizzy. Qin Hui stood up and, like a gentleman, helped Jiang Feifei to a chair.
"Drunk?"
As hot air sprayed onto her face, in her blurry vision, Jiang Feifei saw Jiang Wenbin pick up his coat and turn to leave.
With only the three of them in the private room, was he really going to trade her for a collaboration?
No, she couldn't. She refused to become a plaything for an old man.
Jiang Feifei gathered her remaining strength and pushed away Qin Hui, who was reaching for her.
"You really are a little firecracker!" Qin Hui no longer held back, rubbing his hands together, ready to enjoy himself.
He pinned Jiang Feifei onto the chair, his loosened tie attempting to bind her to it.