C12 Deliberately Embarrassing Her

Ji Qing simply lowered her head.

"You'd better forget what happened that night." he said suddenly.

"What is it?"

"Don't tell me you forgot."

He lowered his head, his lips lightly brushing against her earlobes. That kind of numbing feeling made Ji Qing's legs go limp.

"Didn't you tell me to forget it just now?" Ji Qing steadied her feet and asked with a hint of amusement.

"If you still want to compete for that project..." He continued.

"Are you threatening me?" Ji Qing raised her head, anger flickering in her eyes.

"I'm reminding you." Ignoring Ji Qing's anger, he said calmly, "Watch your mouth."

"So Director Ye was afraid that the news of him having a one-night stand would spread?" Ji Qing was so angry that she laughed instead. "Don't worry, I won't show any face if you tell me. At such a young age, you want to spend money on men."

The way he looked at her grew colder, and Ji Qing stared at him unabashedly. They stayed in a deadlock, and even their steps became stiff.

The melodious sound of the violin was suddenly replaced by the melodious sound of a dance. Only then did Ji Qing notice that the violinist had already left the stage, and the staff had placed some music playing under the stage.

A few well-dressed couples walked to the center of the banquet hall and began to dance tango to the rhythm of the music. Their steps were skilled and graceful, and most of the guests who had gathered in groups of two or three just now were standing to the side and enjoying themselves.

Ji Qing also stretched out her neck and watched with great interest. This live version of the tango show was very infectious and was definitely a visual pleasure. It was much better than watching it on TV.

"Are you interested in jumping together?" Ye Nancheng, who was glaring at Ji Qing earlier, suddenly said.

"Sure."

As soon as she said it, she regretted it immediately. Ji Qing had indeed learned a Latin dance for a period of time, but her skills were not good enough to entertain herself.

Just as Ji Qing was trying to think of an excuse, he suddenly bent down and whispered into her ear. Afraid of making a fool of himself? "Hmm?"

[What the heck, does this dead man have fluoroscopy eyes?]

"I doubt if you can dance. Forget it, you're not afraid of losing face." He shrugged abominably.

"You — —" Ji Qing was gnashing her teeth in hatred.

"What's wrong with me?" He raised his eyebrows, his lips curling into a faint smile.

Ji Qing suddenly realized that he was purposely provoking her. This man — this man didn't know what kind of peace he had in mind. He had just treated her so coldly, and now he was trying to tease her. Was he trying to embarrass her on purpose?

Ji Qing suddenly thought of the extra one yuan she had paid him when she returned the stack of money. Was he offending his dignity as a man and he was taking revenge on her?

So what if he left that stack of money? At most, they could be said to be even. A regional CEO of a multinational corporation was such a petty person, yet he still threatened her while she spoke. He really wasn't a good person.

"Hey, Director Ye, why aren't you dancing?" A familiar voice interrupted Ji Qing's thoughts.

It was An Xin. She seemed to have just finished her makeup. Her face was glowing and her hair, which had been pulled into a bun, was gently falling down her shoulders. She was as pure as a girl next door, in stark contrast to her ugly heart.

"Miss An, are you feeling better? Have you lost your head? " Ye Nancheng's concern for her was beyond words.

"I've been resting for a while, but I'm fine now. If you don't believe me, look." An Xin lifted the hem of her evening dress and twirled it in a circle in front of him.

Oh, she was very light, smart, and beautiful. No wonder Lin Healthy would split her legs and voluntarily send her to bed. A pure beauty like her was not something that a normal man would reject.

"Director Ye, can I play a tango with you?" An Xin said. In the end, she didn't forget to explain to Ji Qing, "Qing Qing, I'm only going to dance with Director Ye for one dance. Is that okay?"

With a begging tone and pitiful appearance, she performed pretty well on the spot and had the potential to be an actress. Ji Qing almost laughed out loud.

Ye Nancheng was clearly moved, and the hand on Ji Qing's waist loosened.

"No." Ji Qing blurted out.

A man and a woman looked at Ji Qing in astonishment.

"An Xin, go to the side and rest. I'm afraid that your old habit of jumping around with low blood sugar will come back to haunt you. How about you faint on the spot?" Ji Qing lost her patience for acting and her tone was rather unfriendly. She smiled and asked Ye Nancheng: "Director Ye, am I right? Do you have the heart to let your heart relapse? "

An Xin's expression changed. Ji Qing didn't even give her a chance to defend herself as she dragged Ye Nancheng away.

Ji Qing vaguely remembered that this was an Argentine tango. As she was about to recall the steps she had learned, Ye Nancheng suddenly grabbed her waist and pressed her down towards Ji Qing. She used his strength to push her body backwards, her upper body almost parallel to the ground.

"You seem to be in love with what happened that night." He stared into Ji Qing's eyes.

"Stop thinking too much." Ji Qing got angry from embarrassment.

"Is that so? So how do you explain your behavior today? Or you're used to being jealous of men. "

"Let me up." Ji Qing felt that her waist was about to break.

"You haven't answered my question." His face was close to Ji Qing's.

Ji Qing knew that her actions today were childish and laughable in the eyes of outsiders. She was deliberately going against An Xin. Ji Qing hated her, hated the man who seduced her, hated her for deceiving her feelings. But how could her bloody wound be shown to an unrelated man?

"I want the hotel lobby project." Ji Qing said.

"What right do you have to talk to me about this?" His gaze suddenly turned cold.

"Director Ye, didn't you want me to control my own mouth?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"I don't dare." Ji Qing laughed. "I'm just giving him a taste of his own medicine."

"It seems that I have underestimated you."

"It seems — it was you who threatened me first?" Ji Qing raised her eyebrows.

Ji Qing really didn't care what this man thought of her. She had to win in the Haitian International Hotel's main hall, she couldn't lose to An Xin. She couldn't allow herself to ride on her own head and do whatever she wanted.

His grip on Ji Qing's waist suddenly loosened, and her momentum began to slide down. Just when Ji Qing thought she was going to fall to the ground, he suddenly pulled Ji Qing up and placed his hand on Ji Qing's waist, spinning her around. At first, Ji Qing couldn't keep up with his rhythm, her limbs were stiff as a mummy, and he was not only a master dancer but also an absolutely good dance teacher.

Ji Qing suddenly heard the sounds of applause and cheers one after another. As she swept her gaze across the crowd, she realized that she and he had become the focus of everyone's attention.

Ji Qing almost tripped over him when she was distracted. He started spinning so fast that Ji Qing's heart nearly jumped out of her chest.

Ji Qing's body leaned forward so close to Ji Qing's that the tip of his nose touched the tip of his lips. Ji Qing saw her own reflection in his deep black eyes, and for some reason, Ji Qing's face turned red.

Ji Qing was sure that she hadn't used the wrong word, and she also believed that they were clapping for him. She was well aware that at most, she was a prop right next to him, and she existed to support him.

"I hate the way you pretend to be worldly and experienced, the way you blush — I like it better."