129: Chapter 127: Making a Fool of Oneself 129: Chapter 127: Making a Fool of Oneself In such a setting, Tangyu and Liu Shanshan couldn’t really join the conversation, so they just sat there and filled their stomachs with the free lunch, which was quite tasty.
But a beautiful woman attracts attention everywhere she goes, and thankfully, with Tangyu as the unspoken “Flower Protector”, not too many men with intentions came to flirt or get close to them, although a few did hand their business cards to Liu Shanshan.
Out of politeness, Liu Shanshan accepted each one, but Tangyu quietly took them from her soon after, a small act that sweetly stirred her heart.
It felt as if a prince was guarding her.
Just then, a wave of commotion headed towards Tangyu, as a flamboyantly dressed beauty approached, her 34D assets resembling lethal weapons swinging with each step, like rolling waves crashing towards him.
She was rather tall, standing at about five feet nine inches in her high heels, a height that could make many men feel intimidated.
However, her figure was a bit on the plump side.
Despite her elaborate attire, the beauty brought forth by thick makeup would probably be disappointing once it was washed away.
The scent of cheap perfume emanating from her hinted that this glamorous beauty was just ordinary.
The glamorously dressed beauty walked straight up to Tangyu, giving him a seductive smile and said, “Handsome, here’s my business card, do you mind giving me yours?”
Her voice was coquettish, almost unbearable to the average person, especially because her ample bosom was nearly fully exposed, incredibly provocative.
Forget her face, those weapons alone were enticement enough.
Although Tangyu wasn’t particularly fond of such heavily made-up women, there were certain aspects he found worth observing.
When Tangyu’s gaze lingered on the glamorous woman’s assets, Liu Shanshan felt an inexplicable discomfort in her heart.
She pinched Tangyu lightly, prompting him to look away.
“Sorry, I don’t have a business card,” Tangyu said, not taking the glamorous woman’s card, even though it was rather impolite.
The glamorous woman paused, then smiled and said, “Oh, handsome, you must have forgotten it, no worries, take mine then.
Feel free to call me anytime.”
“This, okay then.” Tangyu took the glamorous woman’s card.
She gave Tangyu another flirtatious smile and tossed her hair before turning to leave and pursue other targets.
In such venues, exchanging business cards was quite a common affair.
In the contemporary business world, networking is crucial.
Even for executives like Zhao Xinxin, frequently exchanging business cards with counterparts from other companies to foster good relations and build networks is essential.
Zhao Xinxin, who had built her company from scratch with her own capabilities to its current size, undeniably had a strong foundation in social interactions, which was evident as she jovially conversed with other executives.
For some reason, seeing Tangyu take the glamorous woman’s card made Liu Shanshan feel uneasy.
She pouted and said, “Stop staring; she’s already walked away.
You have her phone number; why don’t you call her at home later and take a good look then?
Men, you’re all the same, can’t take your eyes off a pretty face.”
Tangyu chuckled, “Shanshan, you’re casting a wide net here.
Speaking of beauties, aren’t you a major beauty yourself?
None can compare to you.
I don’t stare though, haha.
I’m a decent man, I appreciate beauty respectfully, so you’re worrying too much.”
“Yeah right, nice words, but if you weren’t interested, why would you take her card?” Liu Shanshan said.
“Come on, gorgeous, that’s just being polite.
She handed me her card; was I supposed to refuse?
You accepted plenty of cards earlier; should I accuse you of being a flirt?” Tangyu retorted.
Arguing with a woman could be challenging.
Liu Shanshan replied, “It’s different for me.
I was considering it from a work perspective.
Besides, they were purely giving out cards for work.
I took them for the company.
Our company mainly does outward-facing business; having more clients is better, right?”
“So, are you saying I wasn’t accepting cards for work?” Tangyu asked.
Liu Shanshan glared at him and said, “Look at what’s written on her card—a model from a modeling agency named Jin Lulu.
Plus, you almost drooled while staring at her, shameless.”
“Uh…” Tangyu frowned lightly and looked at Liu Shanshan, realizing how endearing she looked.
Every beauty can be versatile.
Noticing Tangyu staring directly at her, Liu Shanshan said, “Why are you looking at me like that?
Did I say something wrong?”
Tangyu shook his head, “No, you’re always right.
Okay, I shouldn’t look at other girls.
Don’t be jealous.”
“Ah—”
Liu Shanshan paused, jealous?
She wasn’t jealous.
And using that word felt a bit too suggestive.
They weren’t in that sort of relationship, so why would she be jealous?
Thinking about her behavior earlier, Liu Shanshan’s cheeks flushed, but she insisted she wasn’t jealous: “Don’t flatter yourself.
I’m certainly not jealous.
Besides, why should I be jealous over you?
We’re not anything.
Let’s just drop it, or I won’t talk to you.”
Tangyu grinned.
Women really could be adorably deadly when cute.
Maintaining such a relationship seemed quite pleasant, and Tangyu wasn’t in any rush to change it.
Tangyu’s gaze swept aside just in time to see Zhang Guoli walking over with that glamorous young star.
Today, Zhang Guoli was indeed the center of attention, with numerous media reporters following him around, bombarding him with endless questions.
It was expected that tomorrow’s headlines would be unavoidable.
Zhang Guoli’s intentional publicity stunt today, creating such a big scandal, was presumably meant to show Dali Group his influence.
It suggested to Dali Group that as long as they handed the project to him, he could guarantee their new product would quickly catch on.
Nowadays, advertising and imitation play a significant role; good imitation can indeed make a new product quickly known to consumers and more easily favored by them.
A thought suddenly flashed through Tangyu’s mind, and a slight smile curved his lips.
As Zhang Guoli and his companion drew closer to Tangyu, he looked at Tangyu with eyes sharp as a wolf’s, containing a fierceness that was hard to confront directly.
Lu Xi, who was radiant on Zhang Guoli’s arm, naturally became the focus of many onlookers.
When Zhang Guoli and Lu Xi got close to Tangyu, he flicked his finger and shot a burst of energy towards Lu Xi’s foot.
“Ah!”
Immediately, a shrieking scream echoed through the venue, drawing glances and significantly quieting the place.
Lu Xi stumbled forward, falling face first into the ground in an embarrassing sprawl, heading right towards Tangyu.
Tangyu, in his supposed urgency, dodged, but still couldn’t completely avoid it and Lu Xi ended up knocking into his legs, causing Tangyu’s body to lean forward toward Zhang Guoli.
Zhang Guoli, already holding hands with Lu Xi, was naturally pulled forward in the tumble.
This caused Tangyu and Zhang Guoli to almost crash completely into each other, and Tangyu’s drink inevitably spilled all over Zhang Guoli.
Of course, what no one could see was that in that instant, Tangyu quickly tapped on Zhang Guoli’s body.
“What are you doing?” Zhang Guoli, doused in wine, his face instantly turned cold as he fiercely glared at Tangyu and snapped.
“Sorry, but this isn’t really my fault,” Tangyu replied calmly, ignoring Zhang Guoli and returning to his spot.
Lu Xi stood up, looking disheveled, and vigorously rubbed his knee.
Seeing almost everyone’s eyes on him, Zhang Guoli’s expression also turned sour, and he sternly rebuked Lu Xi, “What are you doing, even falling while walking?
Was all your catwalk practice for nothing?” With such a public spectacle, Zhang Guoli naturally couldn’t save face.
Lu Xi looked genuinely wronged.
He didn’t know what had happened; it felt like something had hit his leg causing him to fall.
With all the eyes on him, he felt his face turning a mix of red and pale.
Making such a spectacle at this event, he guessed tomorrow’s headlines would feature this scandal.
The media reporters, meanwhile, kept taking pictures and crowded closer to get a better look.
There were also many onlookers who did not hold back their chuckles and snickers.
Seeing things getting out of control, Lu Xi, with a green face, said, “Stop taking pictures, stop!”
Zhang Guoli was already very annoyed, hoping to create a little scandal with Lu Xi, but now, although the scandal was there, it was for all the wrong reasons.
He felt like slapping Lu Xi, totally frustrated by the undue attention.
Zhang Guoli waved at the media reporters, signaling them to stop taking pictures: “Quack, quack—”
He had intended to tell them to stop, but instead, a duck-like sound came from his mouth.
This strange noise focused everyone’s attention on him even more.
Zhang Guoli’s face turned livid.
What was happening?
The embarrassment was already too much to handle, and now his voice was failing him too?
After clearing his throat, Zhang Guoli tried to speak again: “Quack, quack—”
But his voice still sounded bizarre, which extremely aggravated Zhang Guoli.
Despite trying to say what he intended, why did such strange and unpleasant sounds come out?
What was going on?
Many in the audience stared at Zhang Guoli with odd looks, wondering what he was up to.
Quite a few people began laughing heartily, as if watching a comedic act.
Seeing this reaction, a smile broadened on Tangyu’s face, and he chuckled inwardly.
Today, he thought, was just a little lesson for you; we can settle accounts slowly.
Liu Shanshan stifled her giggles behind her hand.
She also disliked Zhang Guoli and couldn’t help but laugh gleefully seeing him in such a state.
Not far away, Zhao Xinxin was also watching the commotion, but seeing Zhang Guoli in such a sorry state, a peculiar expression flashed through her autumn-water-like eyes as she pondered deeply and looked towards Tangyu.
After a moment’s thought, she approached Tangyu.
“Mr.
Zhang, what does this mean?
Is this some kind of performance?”
“Miss Lu Xi, this wonderful act, wasn’t it prefabricated by Mr.
Zhang and you?”
The media grew even more eager, snapping photos and firing questions.
Lu Xi, looking puzzled, glanced at Zhang Guoli, who had been fine just moments ago.
Zhang Guoli’s complexion had turned extremely grim, as if he was on the verge of committing murder.
“Sorry, Mr.
Zhang is not feeling well, so we will take our leave,” Lu Xi said, swiftly pulling Zhang Guoli towards the exit.
The media reporters were relentless in their pursuit but were stopped by Dali Group’s staff, saving the scene from descending into chaos.