C8 Making Fun of Him!

Qin Manrong seized the moment when he flinched in pain to slip away. With graceful poise, she swiftly moved to the table, picked up a glass of red wine, and took a delicate sip. She blew a playful kiss toward Yan Feibai, her lips, now tinted a subtle shade of red from the wine, looking especially enticing.

"What’s wrong? Is Movie King Yan not satisfied with my gratitude?" she teased.

Yan Feibai's dark eyes lingered on her lips, a sudden desire to taste them creeping into his thoughts. He loosened his tie slightly and stepped closer to Manrong, leaning in to whisper in her ear, his voice deep and warm:

"Satisfied, but if Miss Qin would allow me a taste, I’d be even more pleased."

Manrong found herself pressed against the table, leaning back slightly as Feibai continued to lean in, as if he truly intended to kiss her. Startled, she quickly turned her head, feeling a soft warmth brush the top of her hair, followed by a muffled chuckle above her.

Only then did she realize that if she hadn’t moved, Feibai’s kiss probably wouldn’t have landed on her at all. This guy was just teasing her!

Annoyed and flustered, Manrong almost wanted to throw her wine in his face, that infuriating smile of his was too much to bear!

Across the room, Gu Jingming, who was engaged in business conversations with Lyi Jing, happened to look up and catch the entire scene. His expression instantly turned icy as he started to walk over, but Lyi Jing quickly pulled him back, whispering something in his ear. Jingming glanced at Manrong, then reluctantly turned away, leading Lyi Jing toward another business associate.

As they spoke, a figure suddenly flashed by, and Yan Feibai's expression turned serious, his eyes filled with a chilling intensity.

"Are you okay?" Qin Manrong followed his gaze and saw a well-known female producer swaying away.

"Do you remember the incident this morning when I was drugged?"

Qin Manrong's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean..."

Yan Feibai let out a cold laugh, his gaze sharp as a knife. "That's right, it was her. I'm here to settle the score."

Recalling the last time she saw Yan Feibai in such a sorry state, Qin Manrong patted his shoulder sympathetically. "If someone wrongs me, I won't let it slide. Go get 'em!"

The tense atmosphere instantly shattered, and Yan Feibai, both amused and exasperated, shot her a look before striding off to "settle the score."

Feeling bored, Qin Manrong found a seat in the corner, casually observing the vibrant scene around her. Despite her relaxed demeanor, her striking features and exceptional presence caught the eye of a middle-aged man who had just entered the room.

"Are you here alone, miss? Care for a drink with me?" The man approached, holding a glass of red wine, flashing what he thought was a charming smile but came off as sleazy.

Qin Manrong glanced up at the man, noting his greasy face, thinning hair, and designer suit that couldn't hide his potbelly. His eyes practically screamed "lustful."

"No thanks, I have company," Qin Manrong replied with a slight scoff, turning away to look for Yan Feibai.

Her eyes needed a break from the sight!

The middle-aged man chuckled, his interest only piqued further. "Sweetheart, which company are you with? I haven't seen you on TV, so you must not be very famous, huh?"

As he spoke, he reached out with a greasy, pudgy hand to touch Qin Manrong's chin.