"Hey, did the sun rise from the west? Are you even concerned about the company's affairs?" Song Ran teased. Ye Qian gave her a frustrated look and said, "I'm trying to talk seriously with you, so don't be all joking. "I wasn't joking with you either." Song Ran continued with a teasing smile. "Fine, consider me not asking anything." Ye Qian said in frustration. Song Ran chuckled and gave him a look, saying, "You're so stingy, no sense of humor at all. Didn't you realize I'm just playfully bantering with you?"
"Miss, how could I dare to flirt with you? I'm afraid you'll castrate me when I'm not paying attention." Ye Qian said.
"I wouldn't bear to do that." Song Ran chuckled and said, "We've already rented a commercial building. It's currently under renovation, and we'll be able to move in after a while. We're also recruiting staff. The manpower in M Country isn't sufficient, so we can't move many people over."
"Mmm." Ye Qian responded lightly. He really didn't understand these matters. When it came to managing the company, Ye Qian was completely clueless and ignorant. He wasn't worried, though, because Song Ran was naturally skilled in management. Over the years, she had organized the operations of Haotian Group impeccably, and the business was flourishing. Although Ye Qian didn't know the exact extent of the company's assets, he believed they were substantial. With the income from the Wolf's Fang, Ye Qian wasn't particularly concerned about how much money Haotian Group could make. What concerned him more was the impact Haotian Group could have on a country or even the world's economy.
"How are things going with the ruby and jade business in MD Country?" Ye Qian continued to ask.
"We've already sent people over there to start preparing the processing factory. We'll directly process the goods in MD(bourma) Country and then promote them through Haotian Group's sales network," Song Ran said.
"Mmm." Ye Qian responded and said, "Thank you, Sister Ran!"
Ye Qian's gratitude was sincere, which seemed to catch Song Ran off guard. "Hey, did you take the wrong medicine today? This doesn't seem like your usual style," Song Ran teased.
Ye Qian gave her a look and didn't say anything, his good intentions going unnoticed.
...
After a meal at a local eatery, Ye Qian drank a total of four large glasses of beer. He managed to control the inner turmoil that was like a wicked fire. As for the dish on the tray, resembling fried pork, he didn't dare to touch it. He was worried that under the effects of this virility-enhancing drug, he might end up doing something unseemly. Ye Qian had tried it once before; after consuming it, he remained aroused all night long. He figured that with that stuff in hand, he could even punch holes in walls.
Watching Ye Qian's red face as he repeatedly rushed to the restroom, Song Ran burst into laughter. Her laughter was so infectious that her well-rounded bosom shook as if to a rhythm that might even tempt the Buddha to break his vows.
If you can't handle it, then don't drink. You've been running back and forth to the restroom all night, aren't you embarrassed? Could it be that your kidneys are failing?" Walking on the sidewalk of the street, Song Ran was in a good mood. She gave Ye Qian a glance, still not missing the chance to tease him.
"I can't not drink. Otherwise, I might end up doing something worse than an animal." Ye Qian vigorously shook his head, feeling increasingly entranced by the bewitching figure in front of him. Suddenly, a strange thought arose from deep within him, "Could it be that this woman deliberately got herself drunk and wants to do something intimate?"
"Just you?" Song Ran looked at Ye Qian mockingly, not showing the slightest fear. Instead, she pressed her body closer to him.
Ye Qian shook his head. Why did her gaze seem so seductive? Could it be that she actually had that idea? His entire reputation might be ruined tonight. "You're really not afraid of my drunken advances, taking you into a small alley?" Ye Qian looked at Song Ran's enchanting face. Alcohol emboldens the timid, and Ye Qian was not a coward. In the past, there were so many considerations, but now he wasn't clear-headed, so he didn't have as many concerns. His eyes, like those of a wolf, stared at Song Ran as if she were a pure white little lamb waiting to be devoured.
"Do you have the courage for that?" Every time Song Ran clashed with Ye Qian, when did she ever lose? Why would she be afraid of him? Not only did she not show any fear on her face, but she also appeared full of mockery and playfulness. "If you want to act like a beast, do you dare?" The implication was clear: Ye Qian, if you're in the mood for that, let's go for it, let's have some wild fun.
"Forget it, if I don't take some action now, I'll lose face in front of my brothers." Seeing Song Ran's slightly disdainful smile, Ye Qian grabbed her and said, "The park is boring. If you have the guts, let's go find a hotel room."
"Getting a hotel room is so lacking in style. We have a villa, right? Let's go back. Sister here will clean up and wait for you on the bed. Don't tell me you won't have the guts at that time," Song Ran said.
"Heck with it." Ye Qian completely broke down. The fire in his heart burned hotter and hotter. He felt that if he didn't release his tension soon, he might even suffer internal injuries. The corners of his mouth curved slightly, a wicked smile playing across his lips. Ye Qian leaned in.
Song Ran giggled, dodging Ye Qian's "attack." She liked the current version of Ye Qian, his somewhat mischievous demeanor. She was indeed pleased that Ye Qian was saying such things tonight. However, she didn't want to surrender herself to him in such circumstances. Like any woman, she too fantasized about a beautiful first time, and she definitely didn't want things to happen in such a hasty manner.
"Heck with it, you're such a coward." Ye Qian sighed and suddenly a rush of cold air hit him. He covered his mouth and ran to the roadside, retching and vomiting violently. Embarrassment flooded him; he had never been so disheveled due to alcohol before. In fact, Ye Qian's alcohol tolerance wasn't bad. Usually, if he drank this much, he might feel slightly tipsy at most, but he wouldn't be like this. Wine doesn't intoxicate people; people intoxicate themselves. Ye Qian had to admit that he was having some difficulty controlling his emotions tonight.
"Are you alright?" Song Ran put away her teasing expression and walked over with a concerned look on her face. She gently patted Ye Qian's back. "Feeling better now?" She reached into her bag, pulled out a pack of tissues, and handed a sheet to him.
Ye Qian took the tissue and wiped his mouth absentmindedly. "You little troublemaker, now you dare to kiss your brother?"
Song Ran gave him a look and said, "I'll smack you, you disgusting thing."
Ye Qian, feeling triumphant in his mischievous tactics, chuckled. Then he swayed unsteadily forward. Song Ran hurriedly went over to support him, and she hailed a taxi by the road. "You're this drunk, let's head home."
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