With Wang Lang's wholehearted cooperation, Zhan Bei Jue won beautifully.
After the game ended, Wang Lang arranged rooms, let Zhan Bei Jue select the dishes, and everyone went to the private room to eat.
Jiang Nan Fang never expected to encounter such a comical situation after her divorce.
She was like a rookie entering the workplace, casually assigned to clients by a superior who deliberately catered to her, all for the sake of obtaining a little bit of charity from others.
"President Zhan, please sit. Special Assistant Zhou, sit here. Xiao Jiang, come, you sit between President Zhan and Supervisor Li."
"Tonight, you are responsible for taking care of these two leaders. Be attentive."
Supervisor Li had witnessed the interaction between Jiang Nan Fang and Zhan Bei Jue in the afternoon and was completely certain of his assumptions.
He wouldn't dare let the boss's wife serve him.
Jiang Nan Fang stood up to pour tea for him, but he quickly took the teapot.
"I'll do it myself."
"My wife is strict. At home, I serve her and am not used to ladies taking care of me. Xiao Jiang, you only need to take care of President Zhan. Otherwise, I'll feel uncomfortable."
Jiang Nan Fang guessed that he also thought Zhan Bei Jue was interested in her, so he deliberately kept his distance.
Since he was being so thoughtful, she couldn't force it and could only praise him.
"A man who cherishes his wife is the most respectable. Supervisor Li, I admire you even more."
Actually, half of this statement was directed at Zhan Bei Jue, mocking him.
How could Zhan Bei Jue not understand the meaning behind her words?
But since he had already shamelessly sat here, and his purpose was to interact with Jiang Nan Fang, he simply pretended not to hear.
Tonight, he would serve, and she would definitely serve him.
"President Zhan, your tea."
Jiang Nan Fang poured him a cup and carefully placed it in front of him.
Zhan Bei Jue nodded like a lord.
His insomnia had returned recently. He couldn't sleep well every night, and the workload during the day was heavy, causing constant headaches.
Zhan Bei Jue had a premonition that he was about to fall ill. He took a sip of tea and listened to Wang Lang's incessant chatter, feeling a bit annoyed.
He leaned back against the chair and idly pinched his temples.
It was a very small gesture, but Wang Lang noticed it all.
"Is President Zhan tired or feeling unwell somewhere? I learned some massage techniques from my family. When one is under a lot of mental stress or has a headache, a few minutes of massage feels particularly good."
"Since the dishes haven't been served yet, would you like me to try it for you?"
Zhan Bei Jue was a straightforward, unyielding man and couldn't stand another man massaging him.
He opened his mouth to refuse.
But then he thought: "Why would a man be giving massages to others?"
The implication of these words was too obvious.
Wang Lang smiled knowingly and looked at Jiang Nan Fang.
"That's true. Men can be heavy-handed, which is indeed not good. Coincidentally, I had a headache a couple of days ago and asked Xiao Jiang to help me with a massage. She's also very knowledgeable about this. Why don't you let her try it for you?"
Jiang Nan Fang had this hobby too? Massaging other men?
Zhan Bei Jue snorted coldly in his heart but didn't deny it on the surface, thus tacitly agreeing.
Wang Lang hurriedly instructed Jiang Nan Fang.
"Xiao Jiang, give President Zhan a massage."
Jiang Nan Fang wanted to pick up the tea in front of her and pour it on his head.
How could he be so spineless?
If I had known the studio was built on your sycophancy, no matter how good your achievements were, I wouldn't deign to join.
If you want resources, you can accompany them for meals, drinks, and smiles, but who massages for them?
With such a lack of principles, if you expect me to handle all business negotiations like this in the future, where would it end?
"I'm afraid that won't do. I just casually pressed a few days ago, and you didn't mind because your skin is thick. But what if President Zhan feels uncomfortable..."
Zhan Bei Jue shamelessly opened his eyes and glanced at her slowly.
"Do I look like someone who's easily pampered?"
With no other choice, Jiang Nan Fang reluctantly stood up and went behind him.
She put her hands into his hair and massaged it casually.
"Is this okay, President Zhan?"
She disliked getting manicures and never kept long nails for work convenience.
Even when she applied force, it was with the pads of her fingers.
Her warm fingers pressed against his scalp, and it was surprisingly relieving.
Zhan Bei Jue closed his eyes and leaned his head back slightly, his back of the head resting against her chest.
"It's fine. You can apply a little more force."
If she applied more force, she would crush his head!
Jiang Nan Fang gritted her teeth inwardly and pressed harder on his head.
Zhan Bei Jue stiffened his neck, resisting her force to prevent his head from shaking.
As she massaged, Jiang Nan Fang's strength waned, her fingers began to ache, and she was no longer as rough with him.
Her hands moved through his hair intermittently, and suddenly the feeling changed.
It was as if she was deliberately teasing him, flirting, and an ambiguous feeling spread through every nerve in Zhan Bei Jue's body from his scalp.
He missed her terribly.
Before, when they slept together every night, he could sleep soundly.
Recently, without her, it felt like half his heart had been ripped away.
Now, that sense of security had returned, and he felt so comfortable that he wanted to fall asleep immediately.
Jiang Nan Fang's hands were almost numb with fatigue, but he didn't tell her to stop.
The other three were leisurely drinking tea and chatting, while she was here like a servant massaging his head. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
She thought: "Let's see how heartless you bastard are, and how long you'll make me persist! If you expect me to stand here without even letting me eat, Zhan Bei Jue, you'll pay tomorrow!"
Through the force of her hands, Zhan Bei Jue could tell she was tired.
But she was such a smart person; if she didn't want to continue, she would have found many ways to say so.
Since she didn't say anything, he was also a little stubborn with her.
Let's see how long you can last.
They were secretly competing until the waiter came in to serve the dishes.
When all the dishes were served, Wang Lang finally broke the silence.
"Xiao Jiang, please pause for a moment. Eat first, and then you can massage President Zhan so he can eat properly."
After all, Zhan Bei Jue hadn't told her to stop, and Jiang Nan Fang was furious.
She took her hands off his head and decided she wouldn't serve her spineless boss, Wang Lang, anymore.
She shook her hands in disgust.
"You all eat. My hands are dirty, I'm going to wash them."
In fact, you eat, I'm quitting, and you can clean up your own mess, Wang Lang!
Massaging Zhan Bei Jue's head.
Such a sacred head, a glorious task that many people dreamed of but could never achieve, and she was going to wash her hands?
Wang Lang was afraid Zhan Bei Jue would be displeased, so he tried to stop her with his eyes.
However, she had already lost her temper and walked away.
This sister had some skills. Not only was she beautiful, but her demeanor and temperament were also highly sought after by men.
With her here, there would be no worry about not being able to get close to Zhan Bei Jue in the future. Seeing that she seemed to be unable to think straight and was still stubbornly holding onto that meaningless stance, Wang Lang smiled apologetically at Zhan Bei Jue and quickly followed her out.
He had to go out and teach her the ways of the world.
When he went out, he was startled and broke out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, he followed her out. This woman, truly angered, was about to leave.
She said she was going to the restroom, but she ran towards the elevator.
Wang Lang hurriedly chased after her: "Engineer Jiang."