On the other side, Fan Ning’er, whose call was just hung up on, had her pretty brows tightly furrowed.
She truly couldn’t understand what Bai Jinghong’s last words meant.
What did he mean by “it depends on whether President Fan is willing to bite”?
Bite? Apologize? Hadn’t she already apologized?
What more did he want?
“Xiaoya, do you understand what Bai Jinghong meant by that?”
Inside the office at Fan Corporation, Fan Ning’er asked her good friend Zhang Xiaoya, who had come to visit her.
That phone call just now was made at Zhang Xiaoya’s urging.
As Fan Ning’er’s lousy best friend, Zhang Xiaoya claimed expertise in reading human hearts and psychology.
Facing the previous lapdog Bai Jinghong, she could definitely control him.
But facing the current Bai Jinghong, she was also at her wit’s end.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have performed oral acts on Bai Jinghong in the changing room while acting as a bridesmaid.
On the wedding day, she had privately gone to claim credit and curry favor.
After all, she’d whispered plenty into ears to help Fan Ning’er and Bai Jinghong’s wedding happen.
In the end, Bai Jinghong seemed to have suddenly changed personalities. Instead of gaining favor, she was pulled down by her hair and made to “relieve his fire.”
She dared not resist, yet had to put on that “I’m a plaything” feeling.
“Ning’er, we’re best friends, so I’ll be direct!” Zhang Xiaoya bit her lip and said slowly.
“Of course, just be direct!”
Fan Ning’er was also getting anxious.
“Young Master Bai’s meaning might be… that…”
“What?” Fan Ning’er was confused.
Zhang Xiaoya leaned over and whispered in her ear: “Split the character for ‘bite’ apart and read it!”[T/N: The Chinese character for ‘bite’ (咬) is composed of ‘mouth’ (口) and ‘intercourse’ (交).]
Fan Ning’er was stunned. Her face flushed bright red instantly, then turned into an expression of anger.
“Rogue! That pervert!” Fan Ning’er slammed her hand on the table, her chest heaving with fury.
“How dare that bastard suggest that?”
Zhang Xiaoya sighed deeply: “Ning’er, do you still not understand the situation?”
“Do you really think the current Bai Jinghong is the same one who used to obey your every word?”
“I also don’t quite get you. What exactly were you thinking, giving up the position of First Family’s Young Madam to run off with that soldier ruffian?”
What Fan Ning’er couldn’t stand most was people pointing fingers at her, even her best friend.
Even though she regretted it too, her mouth was still stubbornly hard.
“Chen Lin, at least, wouldn’t be as petty as Bai Jinghong. All I did was not marry him, and he retaliates against me like this.”
“So petty!”
Zhang Xiaoya was dumbfounded and shook her head helplessly.
Petty? What man could accept that on his wedding day, the bride runs off with her first love?
Did she really think all the men in the world were “Zhang Wei”?
Zhang Xiaoya said helplessly, “No matter what you think, right now you need to be clear: you have something to ask of Bai Jinghong.”
“He expressed it quite clearly. It’s up to you how to choose now. And as he said, he’s not limited to only you.”
“How is he not limited to only me? He loved me so much before, always rushing to find me every day!” Fan Ning’er retorted.
Zhang Xiaoya really wanted to laugh. “Ning’er, who is he? The young master of the Bai family. Just a wave of his hand, how many goddesses would throw themselves at him?”
“If you think relying on that soldier ruffian can fix things, then stick to your stance.”
After speaking, Zhang Xiaoya directly left the office.
If Fan Ning’er couldn’t seize the opportunity herself, she shouldn’t blame her, her best friend, for making the first move. Even if she could just become a mistress, that would be enough.
To put it in cultured terms: “If you won’t sleep with him, I wish to be slept by him a thousand times over!”
After Zhang Xiaoya left, Fan Ning’er truly fell into deep contemplation.
A full half-hour later, she finally made a decision.
Giving Bai Jinghong a “mouth job”—impossible. But inviting him to dinner at home would be sincere enough, right?
At the very least, she needed to meet Bai Jinghong face-to-face immediately to have any chance.
So she sent a text message to Bai Jinghong’s phone.
At this moment, Bai Jinghong had parked his car by the roadside, rubbing his eyes frantically.
Just moments ago, the system notified him that he had successfully face-slapped the War God, and others had also helped face-slap the War God later, rewarding him with the Soul Capturing Eye.
When the reward was being issued, he was still driving. His vision suddenly blurred, and he nearly drove his car into the greenery.
So he stopped to recover.
“System, what’s the function of this Soul Capturing Eye?”
[Ding! The Soul Capturing Eye can temporarily control others. Initial duration: three seconds. Duration increases as the host’s strength grows.]
[Additionally, it has X-Ray Vision capability!]
Hearing the system’s response, Bai Jinghong was overjoyed.
This system was truly generous, giving out rewards that were incredibly practical.
Eager to test this Soul Capturing Eye, he looked toward the pedestrians passing outside his car window.
With a thought, those tightly wrapped women seemed as if they were completely bare, jiggling with their every step.
Utterly arousing.
The X-Ray Vision excited him. Then came the Soul Capturing part.
He simply got out of the car and searched for a target to test it on.
Finally, he spotted a quarreling couple.
The man was kneeling in front of the woman, grabbing her hands and begging bitterly.
Having been a lapdog himself, Bai Jinghong was naturally irritated by this. He immediately controlled the kneeling man’s mind, implanting a thought.
Over there, the originally kneeling man suddenly shuddered, then quickly stood up. “Heh… ptui!”
He spat a glob of thick phlegm right onto the woman’s face, then followed it up with a slap and the cursed words: “Eat shit!”
“You won’t forgive me? Then I’ll go chase your mom! I’ll be your dad!”
When the three seconds were up, the man was dumbfounded. Just now, those actions and words had inexplicably burst out of him.
Could it be his true inner thoughts? A sign from heaven? Then that’s settled—a plot of “Kind Mother-in-Law.”
Watching the couple start fighting over there, Bai Jinghong was very satisfied. This Soul Capturing Eye, truly good to use.
Even though it only lasted three seconds currently, it was enough.
He got back into the car and saw a message on his phone.
Opening it, it was still that unsaved number.
Written clearly on it: “Jinghong, seven o’clock tonight, I’ll be waiting for you at Villa Number Five in Starry Sky Villa District. We’ll talk face-to-face.”
The corner of Bai Jinghong’s mouth curled slightly. He tossed the phone aside.
That sentence held multiple meanings. For Fan Ning’er, this “face-to-face talk” might literally mean a face-to-face talk.
But for Bai Jinghong, Fan Ning’er was only fit for a face-to-face “talk” with his “little brother” while squatting.
…
Time flew by. By 6:30 PM, Fan Ning’er had prepared a very sumptuous dinner.
She had also prepared high-grade red wine and left it to breathe, all just waiting for Bai Jinghong’s arrival.
She believed that with such sincerity, Bai Jinghong would certainly be very moved.
For the old Bai Jinghong, this would have been an unattainable dream.
Fan Ning’er wore a light blue dress, her hair cascading over her shoulders.
Under the light, she looked exceptionally soft and beautiful.
This place was also Fan Ning’er’s home.
Fan Ning’er rarely stayed here. Aside from her best friend, no one knew she had a house here.
The reason she chose this location was precisely to avoid being disturbed by that guy who loved to smirk crookedly.
After all, Chen Lin always wanted to cling to her, offering all sorts of pestering explanations, and loved saying things like “how much I’ve missed you all these years.”
Miss my ass! If he missed her, why didn’t he come back? And he made her wait all this time.
Did he have no legs to return? Or couldn’t he afford a plane ticket?
To avoid him, choosing this place was perfect; Chen Lin would never find her here.
This meeting was of utmost importance. Fan Ning’er had already decided: no matter how rude Bai Jinghong’s words were, she would endure it.
All for the sake of the group.
Time quickly slipped past 8:00 PM—one hour past the agreed time.
The carefully prepared dinner on the table had gone cold.
Yet Bai Jinghong had still not appeared. She dared not rush him.
This made Fan Ning’er somewhat uneasy.
Previously, Bai Jinghong was always very punctual; tardiness had never occurred.
But thankfully, the roar of a sports car engine sounded from the villa entrance.
Fan Ning’er’s heart leaped. She quickly stood up and ran to the villa door to greet him.
