C7 Luxury Male Companion!

Seeing Wan so excited, Manrong couldn't refuse and jokingly said, "Oh really? Is it top-notch? If it's not the best, I don't want it!"

Wan leaned in with a mysterious grin and whispered, "Don't worry, it's guaranteed to be a luxury item!"

She discreetly gave a few instructions to a nearby server, who nodded with a smile and walked away.

Before long, a smooth, cool voice came from behind them, "Wan, did you ask for me?"

Manrong found the voice oddly familiar. As she turned, she nearly bumped into a tall, striking figure. A face that seemed to carry its own beauty filter appeared before her eyes.

Slightly familiar.

"Is that you, Movie King Yan?!"

Although the Qin Group was wealthy, Qin's Technology was just a fledgling company. Wan was there because of her personal connection with Manrong, but it was surprising to see someone like Yan Feibai, an international superstar, show up!

With a swift motion, Yan Feibai caught Manrong just in time, his half-embrace almost like a hug.

"Mrs. Gu," he raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement, "Are you throwing yourself at me because you regret turning me down the other day, hmm?"

His voice was low, barely audible to anyone but Manrong, yet it was clear they had some history.

The deep, magnetic tone mixed with his warm breath sent a flush to Manrong's cheeks. She wanted to retort but was at a loss for words.

Wan clapped her hands in delight, "Feibai just mentioned he knew you, Manrong! That's perfect! Manrong needs a date, and you're the perfect candidate!"

Yan Feibai nodded gracefully, his smile courteous and charming, "It would be my honor."

Large hands subtly applied pressure, subduing Qin Manrong's struggles.

Kuang Wan, suspecting nothing, caught a glimpse of a famous director passing by. She quickly reminded Qin Manrong to join her for drinks later, then eagerly dashed off to pursue her acting career.

Held tightly and unable to move, Qin Manrong maintained a strained smile, gritting her teeth as she quietly scolded Yan Feibai, "Mr. Yan, can you let go now?"

The warmth and smoothness of her skin were unexpectedly pleasant to Yan Feibai, making him reluctant to comply with her request. His gaze deepened as he tightened his grip, pulling her into a face-to-face embrace, his arms like iron bands holding her close.

"Miss Qin, you're quite heartless. Counting today, I've helped you at least twice. Yet, you haven't even thanked me and are trying so hard to distance yourself. Isn't that a bit hurtful?"

Qin Manrong's beautiful eyes glared at him, nearly shooting daggers: this shameless man!

Suddenly, she smiled, her long, graceful arms wrapping around Yan Feibai's neck, her eyes seductive, her breath warm and fragrant. "Of course, I should thank you. I must express my gratitude to you properly, Mr. Yan."

Qin Manrong's features were already strikingly beautiful, and her deliberate allure was captivating, even causing the seasoned Yan Feibai to momentarily lose focus.

In that instant, Qin Manrong stomped hard on his foot. Yan Feibai grunted in pain, staring incredulously at the ruthless woman before him, growling in frustration, "Qin Manrong!"