spring bite mark

Chapter 37 You are much prettier in person than on camera.
Someone asked, "How do you know that person is definitely the top-ranked guy? Have you met him?"

"I've never seen it before, but I saw the head of the convention and exhibition go up to greet them. Besides the investors, who else has this kind of entourage?"

When it comes to ostentation, many people have a lot to say:
“When we arrived yesterday afternoon, they greeted us with luxury cars worth millions, which made me think they were incredibly extravagant. But now I realize how little I’ve seen. Look at them, just the dozen or so cars escorted by bodyguards alone cost at least five million.”

"At a time like this, you still have the mind to pay attention to a car worth more than five million? Shouldn't you be glued to that Koenigsegg supercar? That's a top-of-the-line supercar with a price of over 100 million. There are only two in China, and it's said that it was bought by a mysterious tycoon as soon as it was exhibited a few days ago."

The crowd whispered among themselves, and Jiang Manman, Jiang Rong, and a few others mingled in the flow of people, curiously looking towards the entrance of the manor.

Dozens of tall, burly bodyguards got out of the car and stood in an orderly fashion in front of the top-of-the-line supercar, ready to go.

The supercar's doors opened like outstretched wings, and before anyone could see the person inside, they were completely concealed by a group of bodyguards. Then, like an impenetrable wall, the bodyguards escorted the person out of the sports car through a special passage, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Everyone was in an uproar!

I wanted to see the top-ranked person on the leaderboard, but I ended up with nothing?

Jiang Rong was both amused and exasperated: "I thought the 'encounter' in 'encounter' was just something mysterious online, but I didn't expect it to be so unusual in real life as well."

Shan Shan stood on tiptoe, looking towards the end of the special passage, a little regretful: "It's a pity I still don't know what it looks like, but now I really believe that three million is just someone's pocket money for a day..."

Jiang Manman looked away and said noncommittally, "Focus your attention and continue looking at the exhibition. Time is limited, so I hope everyone can gain something from today."

After speaking, she seemed to feel some gazes falling on her. She turned her eyes slightly and looked around, only to unexpectedly meet several amazed eyes.

She lowered her eyes, casually pulling her knitted shawl tighter around her, half-hidden among the trees and flowers, avoiding those lustful gazes.

There is a three-story pavilion on the south side of the manor.

On the pavilion, flowers bloomed in profusion, bamboo curtains were densely stacked, and dozens of bodyguards stood solemnly in various corners. The exhibition organizer personally carried milk and snacks and respectfully placed them on the elegant blue and white stone table inside the pavilion.

Between the bamboo curtain and the blooming flowers, a delicate child sat lazily with his knees bent, holding a thick stack of manuscript paper in his hand.

He was hidden among the flowers, his extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes quietly taking in the entire exhibition.

But most of the time...

His gaze was fixed on that one figure in the crowd that he could easily recognize at a glance.

Then, he began to sketch the man's outline with the pen in his hand.

Hours later, his discarded drafts were scattered all over the ground. Among the finished drawings, there were beauties with a hazy, misty aura, and beauties with gentle, graceful, and charming smiles—all of them resembled Jiang Manman.

The person in charge personally presented the milk to him and carefully said, "Young Master Yu, would you like to have some milk and rest?"

The child ignored him and began to focus intently on drawing the next picture...

At the exhibition, Jiang Manman was gradually attracted by all kinds of traditional Chinese style items. Dazzled by the sights, she kept taking pictures with her phone and making notes on her paper. After half a day, her fingers were almost stiff.

At 1 p.m., the organizers reminded people that the hotel's dining time was about to end, and people began to walk towards the hotel.

Jiang Manman looked at her phone, which was almost out of battery, and followed the crowd toward the hotel restaurant.

Just then, a commotion broke out ahead. Jiang Rong and his bodyguards immediately approached Jiang Manman and shielded her in a corner of the hotel.

The special passage, which had been silent for several hours, became active again. Dozens of bodyguards cleared the way, forming a human wall to protect the main figures as they marched in a grand procession toward the luxury car convoy parked in front of the hotel.

The supercar opened its door again, and countless people at the exhibition stared wide-eyed, but they couldn't even catch a glimpse of the car itself. Amidst countless sighs of regret, Jiang Manman calmly turned around: "Let's go, let's go eat."

Behind him, Jiang Rong said in a strange tone, "Madam, the 'Yu' in 'Yujian' seems to want to talk to you about something."

Jiang Manman was slightly taken aback!
Then they saw the person in charge of the exhibition, with his back bent, nodding at the supercar, and walking straight toward Jiang Manman with a sketch in his hand.

Jiang Manman was only a few meters away from the transforming sports car. The person in charge walked over to Jiang Manman and handed her the sketch:

“Miss, this is a painting that my young master personally drew for you.”

Jiang Manman looked down at the drawing. The beautiful woman leaned lazily against the flowers, her features gentle and delicate, and it was indeed her face.

"The young master also asked me to pass on a message," the person in charge coughed lightly. "He said that you are far more beautiful than you appear on the live stream."

Jiang Manman: "..."

Was she being teased by the top fan?
Jiang Manman walked a few steps toward the sports car and stopped a meter away from the passenger seat.

The car windows were blacked out, bulletproof and privacy-proof, so Jiang Manman couldn't see the people inside.

"The 'encounter' in 'meeting'," she said softly. "Shall we talk?"

There was no response from inside the sports car. But the car, which was supposed to leave, didn't immediately speed away.

Inside the car, a pair of delicate peach blossom eyes quietly watched Jiang Manman outside.

One minute, two minutes...

Five minutes later, the peach blossom eyes gently closed, and the child's voice was so low that only the driver could hear it: "Let's go."

The sports car passed Jiang Manman with great deference and sped away amidst a convoy of luxury cars.

Jiang Manman was still standing in the same spot.

Jiang Rong was a little angry: "What kind of person is this? If you don't want to see me, then don't. At least give me a word, Madam. What kind of behavior is it to leave you hanging like this for several minutes?"

Ayla blinked: "He said the boss is prettier than he appears on camera, but the boss only showed his face once, and he spent three million on that one appearance... So, the donations weren't just spontaneous, they were because of our boss?"

Jiang Manman folded the sketches in her hands: "There's no need to discuss him anymore. I feel that he has no ill intentions towards Mu Chan, and that's enough."

Harbor Royal Bay.

Xie Jian carried a high stool and sat on the exquisite kitchen counter, drooling as he looked at the typhoon shelter-style stir-fried crab that the chef had just prepared.

The sound of orderly, cold footsteps echoed outside the villa.

Xie Jian's round, almond-shaped eyes lit up instantly, and she slid off the bar stool and ran downstairs.

Then, she hugged the little figure who was about to go upstairs and exclaimed:
"Brother, arrange a flight to Beijing for me. I want to use a private jet to send Manman Typhoon Shelter Crab. She wants to eat it."

His response was a calm, "Just give it to me."

At dinner time, a beautifully packaged Typhoon Shelter Crab was placed in front of Jiang Manman in the 801 Presidential Suite.

(End of this chapter)