“Does she really have a first love? Are they still in contact?”
Hearing the gossip, Tang Si immediately got up and walked to Han Yu’s side, pushing Lu Yanming aside. He sat down with a grin, “Old Han, you’ve already found out about someone called Han Junyan, so you must have a photo. Come on, let me see this Han Junyan. He’s even your relative, so he’s probably incredibly handsome. Otherwise, he couldn’t have defeated our second brother… Ah, hiss, why are you hitting me?”
Before he could finish speaking, Han Yu slapped him on the head and then said to Qing Muye, “Little Four’s mouth is too loose, Second Brother, please don’t mind.”
Tang Si followed Han Yu’s gaze and met Qing Muye’s cold eyes. A chill ran down his spine, and he immediately put on a fawning smile, “Second Brother, I was just kidding. You are my idol, no one like this Han Junyan can compare. I just wanted to see what he looks like.”
As he spoke, he suddenly thought of something and added, “If that Han Junyan is really handsome, I’ll definitely disfigure him. Then Little Chili won’t love him anymore.”
He clearly intended to flatter Qing Muye, but every word he spoke sounded like a provocation.
Lu Yanming, sitting beside them, twitched his mouth and kicked Tang Si’s butt, “Get out and buy me some cigarettes, I’m out.”
“Yes, yes, yes. I’m out too. Hurry up and buy some, and I’ll show you the photo then,” Han Yu chimed in.
“Alright, you said it. I’m going now.”
Driven by his gossipy nature, Tang Si was eager to see what the man Meng Jingwei admired looked like, so he darted out of the office.
Qing Muye appeared expressionless and composed, but his mood was quite complex and tinged with worry.
Han Junyan?
This damned woman, she had even lied to him about his name!
Could it be that she truly still loved him?
“Second Brother, you don’t need to overthink it. According to my investigation, Han Junyan has been developing his career abroad and hasn’t been in contact with Meng Jingwei. He probably won’t return to China, so you don’t need to feel any pressure.”
Han Yu comforted Qing Muye.
“Yes, Old Han is right. If this Han Junyan also liked Meng Jingwei, he would have returned to China long ago. So, they… have no chance.”
Lu Yanming adjusted his glasses frame and waved his hand with a serious expression, not optimistic about Meng Jingwei and Han Junyan.
Qing Muye picked up the coffee in front of him, took a sip, and then slowly put down the cup, saying, “The photo.”
“Ah? Pho… Oh.”
Han Yu hadn’t expected Qing Muye to actually want to see Han Junyan’s photo.
From his years of understanding Qing Muye, he knew that he was truly fond of Meng Jingwei and therefore harbored a strong animosity towards this man named Han Junyan.
That was… an innate hostility from rivals in love.
Han Yu handed over his phone. Qing Muye took the phone and saw a refined man dressed in a suit, with a gentle jade-like complexion, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He exuded an air of noble scholarly elegance.
“This picture, it hasn’t been retouched?” Qing Muye asked an uncharacteristic and astonishing question.
Han Yu blinked and instinctively looked at Lu Yanming beside him. Their eyes met, and there was a… indescribable feeling.
Even though they knew Qing Muye liked Meng Jingwei a lot, they never expected that when facing a rival in love, the usually proud and arrogant man would also have moments of insecurity.
“No, it’s completely natural,” Han Yu replied.
This time, Lu Yanming couldn’t suppress his curiosity either. “How handsome is he?”
He stood up and walked to Qing Muye’s front. He glanced at Han Junyan in the photo and couldn’t help but exclaim, “So handsome? Is he a celebrity?”
“He’s a civilian. But…”
At this point, Han Yu suddenly thought of something. “That Ji Lanfeng guy is a celebrity. He’s developing his career abroad now, and his momentum is good.”
Listening to their conversation, Qing Muye fell into thought.
Despite years of dominating the business world and never fearing anything, he found himself repeatedly rebuffed by Meng Jingwei, his confidence chipped away.
The president’s office fell silent. After a short while, Tang Si, who had gone to buy cigarettes, returned excitedly, holding a pack of cigarettes and a book.
“Second Brother, look what good stuff I brought for you.”
He walked up to Qing Muye and waved the book in his hand, saying enthusiastically, “'Pickup Artist’s Handbook.' The bookstore owner said this book is ranked first among the top ten best-selling books on flirting. It has facilitated countless romances. As soon as I heard that, I bought it for you without a second thought.”
After speaking, Tang Si slapped the book onto the table, raising an eyebrow with an air of, ‘Am I not a loyal friend!’
Leaning on the sofa, the man with his legs crossed cast a cold glance at the book titled, 'Pickup Artist’s Handbook: How to Make a Rich and Beautiful Woman Fall in Love with Me.' His expression instantly turned grim.
“Song Jun!”
He called out softly.
Song Jun, standing at the door of the president’s office, walked in. “President Qing, what do you need?”
The man held his coffee, took a sip, and lazily raised his hand, pointing at Tang Si. “Throw him out!”
“Hey? Whoa? Second Brother, this isn’t fair! What are you doing?” Tang Si was completely bewildered.
On the other hand, Song Ci glanced at the book on the table, with its sexy and hot cover and the title 'Pickup Artist’s Handbook: How to Make a Rich and Beautiful Woman Fall in Love with Me,' and immediately understood the situation.
After Tang Si finished speaking, Song Ci stepped forward, grabbed Tang Si’s right hand by his neck, leaned down, slung his other arm around his leg, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and walked out.
“Holy cow, Song Jun, you bastard, put me down! I’m brothers with your brother Song Ci, how can you do this to me? Put me down, aren’t I losing face?”
Tang Si struggled, but was eventually thrown out by Song Jun.
Seeing this, Han Yu and Lu Yanming exchanged glances. Han Yu immediately stood up. “Second Brother, I have something to attend to at my office, I’ll be going now.”
“What a coincidence, I have a lunch appointment. Muye, we’ll be leaving now, let’s chat later.”
Lu Yanming also found an excuse and, along with Han Yu, they scurried out of the office and left.
As the office door closed, silence returned to the room.
Qing Muye picked up his phone and looked at it. There were still no replies from Meng Jingwei.
He sighed faintly, lit a cigarette, and began to smoke silently.
He sat alone in the office for a long time. With a sideways glance, he noticed the 'Pickup Artist’s Handbook' on the table. After some hesitation, he finally picked it up.
He opened the book. The dedication page read: Are you still troubled by not being able to win over the girl you like? Are you heartbroken because your girlfriend ran off with someone else? Are you still a fish that slipped through the net of the rich district for not being able to pick up a rich and beautiful woman? Don’t be sad, don’t be upset. Learn the divine skills of picking up girls, and we’ll teach you how to win over your desired girl within three days!