Plunder-Chapter 27 - I Am Your Late Night Snack
Chapter 27: Chapter 27: I Am Your Late Night Snack
Chapter 27 -27: I Am Your Late Night Snack
His gaze was fiery, and Qiao En had already felt the burn.
But she pretended not to notice.
The music continued, Mr. Nie’s enthusiasm waned as he grabbed the microphone and approached Qiao En.
“Why do you look so unfamiliar to me!”
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He frowned with a pair of eagle-like eyes and stared at Qiao En intensely, scrutinizing her from head to toe without missing a spot.
“Mr. Nie, nice to meet you!”
Qiao En stood up, extending her delicate white hand to greet him.
“You know me?”
Mr. Nie, driven by curiosity, locked his gaze even tighter on Qiao En and already sat down next to her.
She was disgusted, but she didn’t move aside.
“Mr. Nie, let’s drink.”
Qiao En passed a wine glass filled with red wine to Mr. Nie.
He took it and guzzled it down, but his eyes were still fixed on Qiao En.
Qiao En looked innocent, her eyes were desirously inviting, just the type Mr. Nie liked.
“You still haven’t told me how you know me?”
After finishing his drink, Mr. Nie’s hand landed directly on Qiao En’s thigh.
His fingers were rough as he touched Qiao En’s thigh, quite presumptuously.
Qiao En slightly shrank her leg.
Public relations required charm, but not cheapness; once cheap, it would be no different from a prostitute.
Men, the facile attractions are never valued too highly, only those who are out of reach remain etched in their hearts.
“Mr. Nie’s reputation, how could anyone not know? An Corporation chose to collaborate with Chang Lin precisely because of Mr. Nie’s reputation.”
Qiao En set a trap for Mr. Nie.
Being strangers, they could only probe through traps.
Mr. Nie was suspicious; coming from a jianghu background, what he cared most about was his reputation in the jianghu.
“What reputation? Go on, let me hear it.”
Qiao En pursed her lips into a smile, “Everyone says Mr. Nie is very principled and values loyalty a lot. If it were ancient times, sir, you would be like a hero of Liangshan.”
The flattery was a bit strong.
But Mr. Nie enjoyed it.
He looked at Qiao En haughtily, “Your sweet talk is pleasing to my ears.”
Saying this, he stretched out his arm, intending to pull Qiao En into his embrace.
Qiao En, quick-witted, stood up right as his arm extended.
“Nana, come sit next to Mr. Nie.”
The Public Relations department had a rule: everyone was responsible for their own targets and for achieving their own performance.
Nana was a veteran in the Public Relations department, and though Qiao En had made some achievements, she couldn’t just usurp a higher position.
Just now, when Mr. Nie was lured away by Qiao En, Nana’s expression had changed.
She worried that Qiao En might steal her achievement.
At Qiao En’s call, Nana’s expression softened and she hurried over.
“Mr. Nie, would you like to sing another song? You sang really well earlier, just like Fu Disheng’s style.”
Nana started to flatter Mr. Nie extravagantly.
Qiao En poured more red wine, sitting across from Nana.
Mr. Nie, embracing Nana, turned his gaze towards Qiao En, “Tell me more pleasant things, I love to listen.”
Qiao En thus adorned him with more metaphorical gold, making him happy and laugh heartily.
Seeing his good mood, Qiao En gave Nana a signal with her eyes.
Taking credit for others’ work, she wouldn’t do.
Nana understood, “Mr. Nie, about that venture capital project, please favor us this once.”
Timing a whisper in his ear could have extraordinary effects.
“Alright.”
Mr. Nie agreed.
Nana became excited; having won over Mr. Nie, she could at least earn a five-figure commission.
In her excitement, she wrapped her arms around Mr. Nie’s neck and planted a kiss on his cheek.
Mr. Nie seemed a bit disdainful and pushed Nana away.
“You’ve made yourself up like a dame.”
He disparaged her with a remark.
Although Nana knew she had been rude, she did not apologize, merely pouting, “Where have I done that?”
She dragged out her words, overwhelmingly cloying.
Relief momentarily settled Qiao En’s heart.
Her presence here was solely to facilitate this matter.
Now that the task was complete, she needed to figure out a way to extract herself.
“Mr. Nie, I need to use the restroom.”
Qiao En rose, clutching her handbag, but the Mr. Nie grasped her wrist.
“Didn’t you want me to back off? If you leave now, I can’t guarantee that this project won’t fall through.”
The threat was palpable in his words.
A pang of concern struck Qiao En, yet her face remained smiling, “Mr. Nie, I did not say I was leaving, I just need to use the restroom.”
“Really?”
Mr. Nie abruptly stood.
“I’ll accompany you.”
He wrapped his arm around Qiao En’s shoulder and pulled her towards the restroom.
Everyone knows that in such places, anything can happen.
Mr. Nie’s intentions were clear to Qiao En.
But she was in public relations, not a call girl; she did not partake in inappropriate acts.
“Mr. Nie, it’s rather noisy here, let’s step outside.”
Qiao En showed a hint of shyness, whispering a few words into Mr. Nie’s ear.
His face immediately brightened with delight.
“I love a woman who is so cooperative.”
He hugged Qiao En even tighter, and the two staggered out of the private room.
Qiao En felt disgust inside but had no choice but to endure.
Tonight, she needed to take good care of Mr. Nie, lest the venture project ran into trouble and she couldn’t explain it to Xu Mei.
“Mr. Nie, I’m a bit hungry. Shall we go have some late-night snacks first?”
Mr. Nie had a social reputation; Qiao En had done her homework. He was overbearing and aggressive, even towards women.
Therefore, dealing with him required both caution and prudence.
Mr. Nie pulled out a room card from his pocket, slowly stuffing it into Qiao En’s chest pocket.
“I am your late-night snack, sure to satisfy.”
He made a lewd comment.
His hand began to crawl up Qiao En’s slender waist, but she grabbed it, pretending to pout, “Mr. Nie, you are quite the joker, I meant I’m hungry here.”
She pointed at Mr. Nie’s stomach.
The man, seizing the opportunity, grabbed her hand, seemingly ready to have his way with her in the corridor.
“The elevator’s here, let’s go.”
The elevator doors opened just on that floor, and Mr. Nie pushed Qiao En inside.
His actions were rough, and Qiao En’s arm struck against the elevator wall, instantly turning red.
In the cramped space, besides them, there was also a waiter.
Mr. Nie’s eyes gleamed green, seeing Qiao En as a tender and delicious lamb.
He seemed ready to devour her at any moment.
Qiao En tried to maintain a calm and composed demeanor, yet sweat began seeping from her palms.
She knew escaping Mr. Nie’s clutches wouldn’t be easy.
The elevator descended two floors, and the waiter got out.
In the confined space, now there were only Qiao En and Mr. Nie.
One tall, one short; one man, one woman.
A dangerous atmosphere began to pervade.
Qiao En made small talk, attempting to divert Mr. Nie’s attention.
“Mr. Nie, I know a street stall nearby. Their braised pigeon is excellent. My treat, shall I take you there?”
“What’s so great about pigeon? Let’s go to my room; I’ll make sure you’re well-fed tonight.”
As he spoke, his figure loomed toward Qiao En.
