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Lin Gantang’s face felt a little hot, but fortunately, she had been kissed by him many times in front of others and was strangely used to it.

Hong Shuangying covered her mouth as she sniggered about something. After Lin Gantang stared at her for a long time, she coughed lightly and said, “You two have such a good relationship. Mr. Wen is very concerned about you.”

Xing You interrupted. “Yes, the relationship is good, but it’s not a good thing to be too possessive. Didn’t he want to tell all the men present that she was taken when he kissed her?”

Zhao Haifeng and the others laughed.

Lin Gantang slowly finished the food that Wen Yanqing had lovingly prepared for her. Then, she smiled and asked Xing You, “I saw that you really wanted to eat just now. Shall I grill some for you?”

Lin Gantang took the meat skewers that the chef was mostly done with. She poured the chili powder directly on them, threw them on a plate, and placed them in front of Xing You. She said, “Go ahead and eat. Didn’t you say that you like spicy food? If it’s not enough, I’ll add more for you.”

“That’s enough. Thank you.” Xing You looked at the meat skewers that were completely submerged in chili and smiled dryly.

The rest of the people didn’t speak up for Xing You. Perhaps they had guessed Xing You’s intentions and were shameless, or perhaps they were indifferent because it didn’t concern them.

Lin Gantang wasn’t surprised at all. After all, these people were like that.

Lin Gantang ate and drank her fill. She asked for a bottle of beer from Wang Yingying. After taking a few sips, she suddenly remembered that Wen Yanqing had filled her stomach with beer at the bar. She put down her glass with lingering fear and did not dare to drink anymore.

“Does it not suit your taste?” Wang Yingying asked. “I’ll give you that cocktail.”

“No, no, I’ll have a drink.” Lin Gantang refused. She looked around and picked up a bottle of coconut milk.

The once stubborn and rebellious Lin Gantang who would drink and make a ruckus was now sitting obediently and drinking her milk. The contrast was not small.

Everyone couldn’t help but secretly look at her. After not seeing her for half a year, they felt that Lin Gantang’s temperament was so peaceful that they almost didn’t recognize her.

Xing You rolled her eyes. “Pretending? Do you think you’re a baby? You’re just pretending for other men to see.”

Unexpectedly, Lin Gantang heard it.

She chuckled and suddenly threw the coconut milk at her feet with a frosty expression on her face.

Xing You shrank back in shock. The coconut milk hit her shoes and made them wet. Her skirt was also stained. She stood up with a thud. “Lin Gantang, what are you trying to do!”

“What am I trying to do? Didn’t you say that I was pretending?” Lin Gantang’s gaze was icy. She sneered. “Then I’ll learn from the past. How about now? Doesn’t it feel more familiar?

“I only just found out that you’re a masochist,” Lin Gantang mocked. “You’ll only be happy if someone else takes action?”

Xing You pointed at Lin Gantang, her face flushed.

Hong Shuangying saw that the situation was getting out of hand and quickly pulled Xing You back. “Alright, alright. I’ll help you change your shoes. Otherwise, people will laugh at you later.”

Xing You’s eyes turned teary. “It’s all because of her, Lin Gantang!” she cried.

“Alright, stop talking.” Hong Shuangying dragged her away.

If it wasn’t for your cheap mouth, Lin Gantang wouldn’t have cared about you when she was drinking her drink. In the end, you asked for it yourself.

Hong Shuangying slandered.

After receiving the news that Yin Zhen had arrived, Lin Gantang turned around and left, ignoring the onlookers.

In the hall.

Sitting next to Wen Yanqing was Shi Jun. In front of him was a circle of people playing games. There were all kinds of wine on the table and a large row of wine glasses.

“You don’t need to accompany Qin Jiayao?” Wen Yanqing asked him.

Shi Jun shook his glass of red wine and helplessly leaned back on the sofa. “She went to look for Si Tijin as soon as she arrived. I’m just her driver.”

Shi Jun looked at him and pointed at his collar and neck. “There’s a stain.”

Wen Yanqing reached out to wipe it and looked at the red marks on his fingertips. He laughed softly. “It’s just lipstick.”

That doting gaze, that peaceful smile – Shi Jun hissed, his teeth aching..