An Ran took the key card of the other room. Then she packed her things and moved out.
She did not move out because Wu Min had provoked her, but because she had not planned to share a room with Huo Qing in the first place. She could not be bothered by what others said about her. Ever since the farce at the wedding, her tolerance had become higher.
Huo Qing returned to his room after socializing with others and found that An Ran was not there and her luggage was also gone. Just as he was about to take out his phone to call An Ran, he saw Wu Min's message.
[President Huo, Miss An has moved to another room. She asked me to tell you not to worry.]
Huo Qing's eyes darkened when he saw it. He thought that he had made his intentions too obvious and it had scared An Ran.
Huo Qing sent An Ran a goodnight message and went to wash up.
According to the original plan, they would invite their business partner to a banquet the next day. However, Huo Qing had suddenly received a call and he needed to deal with an urgent matter of his company, so An Ran could only go alone.
An Ran had learned the lesson yesterday and arrived early at the banquet venue to wait for the people from the other company.
"Hey, Miss An?"
The person who spoke was a bald middle-aged fat man. He had two men behind him.
"You are…?" An Ran asked curiously. This man was not the man she met last time.
"Here's the thing, Miss An. The man who negotiated with you yesterday was our manager. He had something on today and could not leave, so he asked me to attend this banquet on his behalf." The fat man sized up An Ran while talking.
"I see. Hello, how may I address you?"
An Ran smiled awkwardly. She did not like others looking up and down at her, not to mention that this man had a lustful look on his face.
"Miss An, this is our company's deputy manager, Mr. Zhang." Without waiting for the bald fatty to answer An Ran, a man behind him answer her first.
"Mr. Zhang, nice to meet you. Let's go in first," An Ran replied politely.
They sat down at the dining table together. An Ran's assistant had already ordered the dishes.
"Miss An, since it's a banquet, how can we not drink? Come, let me toast you and wish us a pleasant collaboration!" Mr. Zhang had already poured a full glass of white wine and pushed it in front of An Ran.
An Ran looked at the glass of wine and suddenly felt a little nauseous.
"Mr. Zhang, I can't hold my liquor. Why don't I toast you with tea instead?"
An Ran really did not want to drink. A second glass would always follow the first glass. Last time when she had been drunk, those men had almost taken advantage of her. An Ran did not want to experience it again.
"Miss An, do you not respect me? Our companies have successfully established collaboration with each other. It's such a happy occasion. Miss An, how could you refuse to drink a glass of wine?" Seeing that An Ran did not want to drink, Mr. Zhan's face instantly turned cold.
An Ran heard his words and thought to herself, "I can't ruin our collaboration just because of this."
"Of course not, Mr. Zhang. I'll drink it."
After An Ran said it, she picked up the glass and finished it in one gulp.
"Miss An, you can hold your drinks! Let me toast you again…"
An Ran could only drink glass after glass of wine…
"Mr. Zhang, I really can't drink anymore…" An Ran leaned on the table and muttered.
Her face was red from her drunkenness, and her lips were pink and tender.
Mr. Zhang could tell that she was drunk, so he walked to her. "Miss An, have one last drink." However, his hand did not stay where it should. He first placed it on An Ran's shoulder, and when he saw that she was not moving, he slowly moved his hand down.
An Ran felt that something was wrong. When she raised her head, she realized that his hand was about to touch her chest, so she hurriedly pushed him away.
"Mr. Zhang, please have some self-respect." An Ran was so scared that she sobered up quite a bit.
"An Ran, everyone knows about what happened between you and Duan Qun. Who else would want you? Stop acting high and mighty. It's your honor that I've taken an interest in you. You won't lose anything either if you become my woman…"
Lust had now occupied his brain, especially after the drinks. Seeing that An Ran had such a good figure, he started saying some inappropriate things to her. He approached her and was about to force himself on her.
An Ran saw that Mr. Zhang had lost control of himself. She picked up a bottle on the table and threw it at him.