Wanqing was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay."
She hung up the phone and returned to the hospital to accompany her mother. At six o'clock, she called Ding Zhigang again, "Where are we having dinner?"
"I'll have the driver pick you up," Ding Zhigang said.
"I'm at the hospital."
Ding Zhigang was taken aback, then he hung up the phone.
Wanqing sat on a bench outside the hospital, waiting for over ten minutes until the driver arrived. Once in the car, she closed her eyes and leaned against the seat. After a while, the driver called her. She thought they had arrived, but when she got out, she found that the driver had brought her to a trendy salon.
"What for?" she asked.
The driver said, "The chairman has made a reservation at a western restaurant. He insisted that you needed to be dressed formally, so he specifically asked me to bring you here to get ready."
Wanqing looked at her modest attire, feeling irritated. But for the sake of 500,000, she held back.
Two hours later, she arrived at the restaurant, her stomach was already grumbling with hunger.
"Do you have a reservation, Madam?" asked the waiter.
"Ding Zhigang."
"Please follow me." The waiter glanced at her and led her forward.
The restaurant's air conditioning was at full blast, giving her chills on her shoulders. She wanted to cover herself, but thought better of it as the gesture seemed gauche, so she held back.
As she approached Ding Zhigang's table, she realized he wasn't alone. A man was sitting with his back to her.
She hesitated, then called out, "Dad..."
Ding Zhigang quickly stood up, smiled, and said, "You're here, come quickly."
She was startled, there was an element of ingratiation in Ding Zhigang's smile! It was not normal! Absolutely not normal!
Just then, the man who had been sitting with his back to her turned around. His casual eyes lit up at the sight of her. She recognized him instantly, it was the man she bumped into at the company in the afternoon.
"This is the president of Mu Group, quickly greet President Mu," Ding Zhigang urged.
She stood rooted to the spot and mumbled, "President Mu."
Mu Tianying smiled slightly, his eyes started to scan her from top to bottom.
She was wearing a light purple strapless dress, her hair piled on one side and her makeup was pretty. Glancing downwards, her delicate clavicle was revealed, a sparkling crystal necklace hung on her chest, intentionally capturing attention.
Not bad, he thought, the corners of his mouth curling up in satisfaction. He turned to Ding Zhigang and said, "Come to my company to sign the contract tomorrow."
"Yes." Ding Zhigang was pleased. Looking up at Wanqing, he said, "Wanqing, pour a drink for President Mu!"
Wanqing looked at him defensively, walked to the table, picked up a bottle of red wine, and slowly poured it into the tall glass in front of Mu Tianying. After pouring, she noticed he was watching her. Embarrassed, she smiled and said, "Please enjoy your drink, President Mu."
Just as she was about to leave, he suddenly grabbed her hand. Startled, she was about to make a noise, but he held her chin with his other hand, his thumb lightly brushed her lips and said, "I don't like women who wear lipstick."
Wanqing was scared out of her wits, she hastily pulled away from him and ran to Ding Zhigang, "Dad-"
Mu Tianying casually glanced at her as he picked up his drink.
Ding Zhigang pushed her into the seat, saying, "President Mu was just joking with you. I need to go to the restroom, eat first."
"No... " Wanqing tried to hold him back, but he had already swiftly walked away.