Modify the contract?
Shen Lin maintained a calm demeanor.
Any document or contract, regardless of its nature, must bear Di Mingjue's personal signature at the end. He had never imagined that Di Ruihe would not only forge signatures on documents but also unilaterally alter existing cooperation agreements.
Di Mingjue's cold gaze swept over them, oblivious to the impending danger, as he continued to question, "Why did you believe the contract you had him revise would be effective?"
"Wasn't that permitted by President Di?" Huang Hao retorted, waving his arm.
Everything was now clear!
The only reason they were willing to support Di Ruihe was based on his lies.
After obtaining the information he wanted, Di Mingjue turned his head to look at Jiang Ziyu, who was slightly tipsy.
"Return to the Di residence?" Shen Lin inquired.
Jiang Ziyu faced the window, feeling the cold wind against her flushed cheeks. The alcohol's effects dissipated, and she was now completely sober.
"I need to return to the Di residence; Qianqian is waiting to ask questions," Jiang Ziyu instructed the driver.
"Drive back to the old residence," Di Mingjue said, reaching out to pull Jiang Ziyu, who had her back to him, closer.
As they faced each other, Jiang Ziyu impatiently shook off his arm. "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't grab at me."
"Are you angry?" Di Mingjue asked with a smile.
His insistence on her accompanying him wasn't because he wanted her to lower herself and drink with them. It was merely because he had inexplicably wanted to punish her for her dismissive words at the time, for her perceived lack of consideration.
Upon actually seeing her drinking with those people, cup after cup, a pang of jealousy struck him, making him envious of their interactions. Once he had extracted the necessary information, he couldn't bear to stay another moment.
Jiang Ziyu rolled her eyes. "You're overthinking it."
At this point, they were merely using each other. What reason did she have to be angry?
Hearing her indifferent response, Di Mingjue's jealousy surged, intensifying his possessiveness.
The partition suddenly rose, transforming the back seat into a private space, the lighting dimming.
Just as she was about to question him, a dark shadow enveloped her completely.
Di Mingjue kissed Jiang Ziyu's lips with greedy possessiveness, drawing in the lingering aroma of alcohol from her mouth.
At this moment, Jiang Ziyu was like a jar of aged wine, utterly irresistible.
Cold fingers traced a path up her back, and Jiang Ziyu instantly snapped back to reality from her daze.
She had actually become infatuated!
Jiang Ziyu's eyes widened, and she pushed Di Mingjue's body away in displeasure.
"Mmmph~" Her lips ached, and Jiang Ziyu cried out in pain.
Di Mingjue freed one hand and covered her eyes. "Close your eyes and focus!"
His voice held a mesmerizing quality. Jiang Ziyu, as if under a spell, closed her eyes, forgetting to breathe.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Ziyu lay limply on Di Mingjue's chest, gasping for breath.
Insane!
She was actually craving kisses with Di Mingjue. It must be the alcohol affecting her.
As soon as Jiang Ziyu regained her senses, she hurriedly tried to break free from Di Mingjue's embrace.
"Want to continue?" Di Mingjue teased her intentionally, his eyes fixed on her swollen lips.
Recalling the recent kiss ignited Di Mingjue's desire.
Jiang Ziyu covered her mouth, quickly widening the distance between them.
Once the kissing escalated, things would become uncontrollable.
Ha, acting coy now?
Di Mingjue reached out to pull Jiang Ziyu closer.
*Slap!*
The crisp sound of a palm striking flesh echoed.
Jiang Ziyu had slapped Di Mingjue.
Licking the corner of his lips, Di Mingjue tasted a faint hint of blood.
"Don't force me, or I won't be polite," Jiang Ziyu warned, raising her fist.
Di Mingjue was dangerous at this moment, but Jiang Ziyu could no longer afford to be cautious; she had to prevent anything uncontrollable from happening.
His previously somber expression suddenly softened, turning gentle and jade-like. Di Mingjue raised an eyebrow, mockingly asking, "Playing hard to get?"
In the entire capital, he had never encountered a woman who didn't harbor desire for him.
"You're overthinking it. I'm just adhering to our one-year agreement."