Chapter 9 chapter 09 I didn't hear her tell you to stop...

After two minutes of blowing the cold wind, Zhao Manzhi finally figured out what to do.

Huanye's personnel processing procedures have not yet made a decision, but she has to prepare for the worst. The house in Shanghai can be sublet, and she can go home to have a good rest during the summer vacation. She will go to pre-camp in August. Not every program in Lausanne requires six months of internship experience. She can try to apply for other projects, and maybe she can be admitted.

It is not a loss to get rid of endless job bullying in one summer vacation. Zhao Manzhi looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and let out a long sigh: What are you afraid of? There are still many possibilities in life!

After cheering herself up, she felt a little more at ease. She took out a powder compact from her handbag to touch up her makeup, carefully pressed over the tear marks, and reapplied lipstick. The person in the mirror was still elegant and did not look like she had just cried.

After finishing all this, her cell phone rang. She answered it. It was the online taxi driver she had called a few minutes ago: "Hey girl, you can't come in here. I cancelled your order."

"...Ah?" She was stunned for a moment. "I told the security guard that I was here to pick up the guests at the meeting. Is that not possible?"

"Oh, they say that people who can come here must be rich or noble. How could they call an online taxi? They won't let me in. Forget it, girl, find someone to take you out. I have to take new orders."

The beeping sound soon resumed on the other end of the receiver. Zhao Manzhi looked at the screen of her phone and fell into deep thought.

She was brought here by the company's business car. The road in the manor was winding. It took about seven or eight minutes to drive from the door to the cocktail party. If you walked out, it was about two kilometers.

If it was normal, it would be fine, but in order to look good, she wore a pair of high heels that could be called beautiful torture instruments. If she walked two kilometers out, she would turn into a little mermaid on the spot.

"Excuse me, do you have hotel room slippers?" She stopped a waiter in the corridor, "Disposable ones will do."

"Yes, please wait, I'll get them for you." After a moment of surprise, the highly professional staff replied to her gently, "How many pairs do you need?"

"One pair, thank you."

The figure of the girl carrying the tray disappeared around the corner. Zhao Manzhi relaxed and found that even the paintings hanging in the corridor were exquisite.

For example, behind her, there was a work of Titian hanging. Through the cold frame and glass, you can also see the traces of time between the brushstrokes.

She looked up and looked at it, regardless of whether it was true or not, with a heart of piety, and her breathing was also light, for fear of startling the person in the painting. The soft corridor light outlined the woman's beautiful profile, and her eyelashes turned into a butterfly and stopped between her eyebrows.

"Miss Zhao likes this painting?" A turbid voice sounded, and Zhao Manzhi came back to her senses and turned her head slightly to look at the speaker.

The middle-aged businessman drank too much, his face flushed strangely, and he approached her in a very frivolous manner. Zhao Manzhi subconsciously hugged her arms and quietly stepped back, "Boss Wang."

"Hey, don't be so polite." Wang Huainan grinned, squeezed the fat on his face, and looked quite hypocritical, "Fellow countryman, it's fate to meet, just call me brother."

The heat of the fermented alcohol almost hit her face, Zhao Manzhi pulled the corner of her mouth stiffly and called him brother.

The successful Wang Huainan liked her sweet voice calling "brother" very much, and nodded several times with satisfaction, "By the way, sister, you are alone outside, you have to be a little sweet, so that you can get through. Young girls like you, brother Wang, I have seen too many, struggling alone, very pitiful."

Zhao Manzhi did not respond to him, but her eyes passed him and looked at the door at the end of the corridor, hoping that the waiter would appear.

Wang Huainan obviously thought that this was a tacit consent for him to continue, and his tone became more and more meaningful, "But since I have acknowledged you as my sister, if you need my help in the future, just ask me, and I will definitely do my best to help you. Huanye is a big family with deep waters. Hong Kong-funded enterprises are like this. In our mainland, only mainland talents can be trusted, don't you think?"
"Huanye is deep waters?" She didn't understand his implication, and thought that the visitor wanted to say something hidden, "I don't know about this, but I'm just an ordinary employee, I just need to do my job well." 

After saying that, Zhao Manzhi bit her lip belatedly. Now she can't even be an ordinary employee. Not long ago, she contradicted her boss. Does this count as not doing her job well? 

"You don't know?" Wang Huainan pretended to be surprised and moved closer to her under the pretext of gossiping. "This young Mr. Zhuang, although he seems to be indifferent to everything, is actually very ambitious. He came to the mainland to save the country in a roundabout way because he lost the dispute with his brother over the family property." 

He clicked his tongue. "Hong Kong has been returned to China for so many years, but they still think they have been wronged by coming to the mainland. I can't stand this kind of behavior." 

The complaint hit the mark just right. Zhao Manzhi couldn't help laughing when she thought of Zhuang Youkai's arrogant look. "Mr. Zhuang is indeed..." 

"Right?" Wang Huainan continued. "I saw it at the cocktail party today. How can he treat a young sister like this? He didn't even say a word to her, and his eyes seemed to want to eat her alive. If you follow him, you're afraid you won't end well." 

"He's okay at work." Zhao Manzhi said this from the heart. Putting aside the fact that their personalities were incompatible, Zhuang Youkai was a good mentor at work, and the rest had nothing to do with her. 

She originally wanted to more conclusively define Zhuang Youkai's limited advantages, but she was misinterpreted by the other party. Wang Huainan's eyes became ambiguous, and he looked at her from her face to her figure, thinking to himself, she is indeed an extraordinary person, no wonder she is kept by such a difficult man. 

"But life is not only about work, what about other aspects, are you not satisfied, sister Manzhi?" 

The slightly burning breath, like a ball of fire, hit her skin, Zhao Manzhi's heart trembled, and she realized that the man was approaching and she was trapped in a narrow place. Wang Huainan’s stout body blocked half of Titian, trapping her in a deep shadow. “Sister Manzhi, if you want to follow someone, you might as well follow someone mature, steady and generous. You see, although Zhuang Youkai has a net worth of hundreds of billions, he was reluctant to give you a set of better jewelry when he brought you to the cocktail party...” 

He grabbed Zhao Manzhi’s hand. “I have an antique royal gem necklace and a pink diamond ring that were auctioned at Sotheby’s a few years ago. I definitely give you more than Zhuang Youkai--” 

“You, you have to respect yourself!” Zhao Manzhi screamed and pulled out. Just as she was about to run away, the fat middle-aged man put his arm around her waist and restrained her. His swaying belly hit her slender waist and back. She was so disgusted that she was about to vomit. “If you do this again, I’ll call someone!” 

“Who, Zhuang Youkai? Can you expect him to look at you?” Wang Huainan had asked intentionally before he came. Knowing that Zhuang Youkai was on the other side, he was so bold as to offend her. “Sister Manzhi, you should think about it... Damn!” 

He was not finished speaking and was soon replaced by a cry of pain. The sharp 12cm heel stepped hard on the instep, and anyone would scream. When he came back to his senses from the pain, Zhao Manzhi had already pulled away and ran to the door. Only the scent in his arms proved that everything that had just happened really happened. 

"Damn, little bitch, you are all prostitutes, no one is different?" Wang Huainan cursed and chased after her. Because of the pain in his feet, he limped and looked quite funny. 

Zhao Manzhi was completely awakened by the alcohol, but her body was still weak. After running two steps, the tassel of her skirt tripped her heel and she almost fell headfirst. Fortunately, she held on to the trash can beside her to avoid falling flat on her face. 

She didn't bother to clean the tassels, and simply took off her shoes and held them in her hands. But in a flash, Wang Huainan caught up with her and grabbed her long hair and pulled it back. Zhao Manzhi's face turned pale with pain, and she was about to cry. She opened her mouth and shouted, "Is there anyone? Help! Help!" 

"You dare to scream?" Wang Huainan covered her mouth with his big hand from behind, "Are you still going to run away?"
"Mmm..." Zhao Manzhi swung her high-heeled shoes at him and struggled so hard that Wang Huainan couldn't control her. He loosened his grip and she bit his hand, almost drawing blood.

"Okay, you're quite fierce." Wang Huainan's face was distorted by the pain and his smile looked quite ferocious. "Interesting, no wonder Hong Kong people like you. Although men love to conquer, it's boring if they still do this in bed..."

He let go of Zhao Manzhi's mouth and nose, but his big hand reached down, almost rubbing the soft white part under her dark blue satin. Zhao Manzhi dodged downwards, not caring about her image. She sat down on the ground in a mess, tears in her eyes, and warned with all her might: "I just asked someone to help me get something. She will be back soon--" "

Those waiters are used to this kind of thing. They are more honest than anyone else if they are paid to keep their mouths shut." Seeing that she was protecting her chest well, Wang Huainan changed his mind and pinched her smooth thighs at the slit of her skirt. "Miss Zhao, do you dare to make a bet?" "

Boss Wang, please forgive me," Zhao Manzhi really didn't have the strength to fight back. Even though she had been doing fitness exercises for many years, she was still physically no match for a strong man. "You must have misunderstood something. I am really just Mr. Zhuang's assistant, not what you think..."

How could she let go of the cooked duck when it was delivered to her mouth? Wang Huainan ignored her pleading and his fat palm was about to reach out to her legs.

Zhao Manzhi curled up her legs in despair, estimating the distance, thinking that she would kick the man in the crotch when he got closer.

This was her only way to get out.

However, before the man came to the right distance, someone else had kicked her out, swiftly and accurately, kicking Wang Huainan's philandering heart away.

"Didn't you hear her tell you to stop?" It was a familiar, disinterested voice, which sounded even more mellow after drinking.

She turned her back to the person who came, but his name had already come to her mind, with some surprise and some joy.

Zhuang Youkai.