120: Chapter 120: Delivering Meals 120: Chapter 120: Delivering Meals As soon as the red Maserati drove up, Zhao Qing and Xiaoqian immediately halted their argument.
Thoughts of intrigue appeared in Zhao Qing’s eyes, because he often felt he had seen this Maserati before.
Meanwhile, Xiaoqian was completely captivated by the flashy appearance of the Maserati, longing for it deeply in her heart.
Seeing Zhao Qing and Xiaoqian both fall silent, the other six teenagers stopped talking too, all turning their gaze toward the approaching Maserati alongside Zhao Qing and Xiaoqian.
The Maserati stopped just close to the crowd, the door opened, and a pretty, demurely cute young girl stepped out from the driver’s seat.
A luxury car and a beauty, just these two elements captured everyone’s attention completely.
As soon as Zhao Qing saw this beauty, he suddenly exclaimed, “Oh my God, it’s the daughter of President Beiming!”
Hearing Zhao Qing’s words, Xiaoqian was stunned, her mouth agape as she turned tremblingly toward Zhao Qing, “Manager Zhao, you mean Beiming Xue!”
Zhao Qing unconsciously nodded and said, “Yes, it’s her, the goddess in the minds of all unmarried men within Beiming Group.”
Zhao Qing wasn’t wrong.
Beiming Xue was known as the goddess of Beiming Group, not only because of her beauty, but also because she was the only daughter of President Beiming Bufan.
If someone was fortunate enough to marry Beiming Xue, they would not only win over a beauty, but also acquire assets worth billions from the Beiming Group, forever freeing them from the need to strive.
However, Beiming Xue rarely appeared in the group, and even when she did, Beiming Bufan was usually beside her.
Though countless people within the Beiming Group wanted to strike up a conversation with Beiming Xue, who would dare flirt with the dear daughter of President Beiming in front of him?
Therefore, no one in the Beiming Group had a chance to get close to Beiming Xue.
Seeing Beiming Xue suddenly appear at this moment, Zhao Qing was immediately excited; if he were fortunate to meet Beiming Xue, or even have her like him, he could rise effortlessly.
Zhao Qing hurriedly looked himself over, urgently smoothing his messy hair with a bit of saliva.
He then adjusted the hem of his jacket, trying to make his creased suit look neater.
After everything, Zhao Qing assumed a smile he considered most elegant and looked towards Beiming Xue.
Simultaneously, Zhao Qing kept chanting in his heart: “Over here, walk over here.”
Seeing Zhao Qing’s nervous demeanor, jealousy rose in Xiaoqian’s heart; she stared fixedly at Beiming Xue, trying to find something to mock about her.
Yet, looking repeatedly, there was not the slightest flaw to mock in Beiming Xue’s appearance or attire.
Then, thinking further, Xiaoqian admitted she wasn’t as good as Beiming Xue, which was quite normal, but she still considered herself better than many.
With that in mind, Xiaoqian glanced at Wang Yan and thought: Well, at least there’s someone much worse than me.
Meanwhile, the six teenagers were equally dumbfounded seeing Beiming Xue; they had previously thought Xiaoqian was a beauty, so encountering Beiming Xue was like seeing a celestial being; they had never witnessed anyone so beautiful in their lives.
They continuously swallowed, their throats producing the frequent sound of gulping saliva.
Watching as Beiming Xue indeed walked toward the group and drew closer, even her long eyelashes were distinctly visible.
Led by Zhao Qing, everyone grew more and more nervous, and among the six teenagers, several were already trembling in their legs.
“Goddess, goddess, if the goddess could say a word to me, I’d die happy.”
All six teenagers thought nearly the same thing simultaneously.
Zhao Qing saw Beiming Xue genuinely walking towards him, overwhelmed with joy; his mouth stretched wide, almost reaching his earlobes.
At that instant, Beiming Xue stopped in front of the group.
Zhao Qing’s heart nearly ceased beating, wildly shouting in his mind: “Oh heaven, Beiming Xue is standing in front of me, is she looking for me?
My ancestral grave must be smoking with good fortune, is this my lucky day?
I…
I must calm down, right, what’s my surname again?
What is my surname?”
Just then, Beiming Xue gently parted her cherry-like lips, and a very soft voice emanated: “Brother Wang Yan, I’ve brought you lunch.”
Upon hearing Beiming Xue speak, everyone was so delighted they became silly.
Zhao Qing half-opened his mouth, eagerly nodding like a pecking chick, saying: “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh…”
Standing behind Zhao Qing, four of the teenagers immediately softened in their knees, falling to the ground, while the other two managed to remain standing but their eyes grew increasingly vacant, suddenly rolling upward as they fell back, fainting on the spot.
The four sitting on the ground, who hadn’t fainted, looked towards Beiming Xue, thinking: “Am I dead?
Is this what death is like?
The goddess actually spoke to me.”
At this moment, Zhao Qing was the only one barely maintaining a semblance of consciousness; his breath disorderly, chest rising and falling incessantly, he stammered: “Miss Beiming, what brings you here?”
Although Beiming Xue noticed Zhao Qing and the others were somewhat bizarre, as a goddess she’d seen men lose composure countless times before, so she found it relatively normal.
She smiled slightly at Zhao Qing and said: “I came to bring Brother Wang Yan lunch.”
Zhao Qing nodded repeatedly, saying: “Good, good, bringing lunch is great.”
After a few repetitions, Zhao Qing suddenly came to his senses, his eyes blinking rapidly as he asked urgently: “What?
Who did you bring lunch for?”
Beiming Xue raised a delicately designed thermos box adorned with Pikachu cartoon images and brought it before Wang Yan, saying: “Brother Wang Yan, aren’t you hungry?
I made rice balls for you.”
Only then did Zhao Qing and others associate the “Brother Wang Yan” from Beiming Xue’s mouth with the Wang Yan in front of them.
They also recalled that the poor teenager before them was indeed named Wang Yan.
Thinking this, everyone was utterly shocked, standing dumbfoundedly, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.
Zhao Qing’s mind was in chaos; the recurring thought in his mind was: Miss Beiming brought him lunch, Miss Beiming brought him lunch, Miss Beiming brought him lunch.
The other six teenagers suddenly remembered mocking Wang Yan’s girlfriend as an ugly freak in the company earlier.
Now, if Wang Yan’s girlfriend was considered ugly, how would they define their future girlfriends?
Witches?
Demons?
Or a heap of rotting flesh?
Even Xiaoqian was too frightened to speak, her intestines already twisted with regret, continuously berating herself: I was blind, offended the future son-in-law of the president today, I will have no good days ahead.
Just then, Beiming Xue opened the lunch box, revealing rice balls made from various ingredients inside.
Beiming Xue took one out and held it up to Wang Yan’s mouth, smiling as she said, “Brother Wang Yan, try and see if it’s delicious.”
Seeing Beiming Xue feed Wang Yan personally, Zhao Qing and Xiaoqian felt the world spinning around them, almost fainting.
And at this moment, another black Maserati drove toward them.