Meanwhile, in the adjacent presidential suite.
Yun Feng picked up a glass of red wine, the blood-colored beverage swaying in the stemmed glass as his face bloomed with a ruddy glow. He said, "Mr. Wang, this toast is for you, we count entirely on you for this bid."
Mr. Wang's gaze did not stray from Xinyan's face, nor did he stand up. He merely pretended to sip, clearly not holding Yun Feng in high regard.
Anger already simmered within Xinyan, yet her father Yun Feng seemed oblivious, even going so far as to fawn over Mr. Wang, much to the latter's annoyance.
Yun Feng was no fool, however, having already seen Mr. Wang's intentions towards his daughter. Eager to climb this high branch, he suggested, "Xinyan, have a drink with Mr. Wang. It was not easy for him to come all the way from Capital City, you mustn't neglect him."
This suggestion fit Mr. Wang's desires perfectly. He had long wanted to steal a kiss, and since her father had put it so, he saw no reason to hold back.
