The Underground Emperor: Starting with Running Away with His Sister-in-Law

At the auto show, Ding Xin gave her the impression of being domineering and exuding confidence from the inside out.

Now, she only felt a burning heat.

A wildfire-like energy burned fiercely within her, filled with aggression.

It was suffocating, but also enjoyable.

It's quite contradictory...

"May I ask what brings Madam Chen here today?"

Ding Xin pondered for a long time but couldn't figure out the woman's intentions, so he simply asked her directly.

"hehe."

Mu Xianmin was not surprised at all that Ding Xin was aware of her.

She smiled slightly, her red lips parted slightly, and a slightly husky, sweet voice followed.

"Executive Director Ding, I have come here specifically to apologize to you."

"Oh, an apology? What do you mean by that?"

Ding Xin raised an eyebrow, somewhat curious.

Ultimately, he had no connection with the woman in front of him. In fact, because of Chen Xingjun, their relationship should be closer to that of enemies.

"I sincerely apologize for the recent losses your group has suffered. Also, Mr. Ding, personally, I don't particularly like being called Mrs. Chen..."

Mu Xianmin explained with a smile.

Her smile remained beautiful and elegant, but the meaning behind her words left much to the imagination...

Chapter 136 On Wine

If it weren't for that last sentence, Ding Xin might have thought that her visit was motivated by schadenfreude.

However, with the addition of the following sentence, the meaning becomes quite intriguing.

I don't like being called Mrs. Chen...

So, is it that she dislikes the title "Madam Chen," or that she dislikes the identity of "Madam Chen"?

Or perhaps you don't like any of them?

That's really interesting...

Ding Xin smiled.

Only now did he truly find it interesting.

He straightened up, took out his cigarette case, lit one, and took a deep drag.

Ignoring the woman's furrowed brows, Ding Xin slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Alright, you came all this way just to apologize, right? This... Miss Mou?"

Mu Xianmin actually dislikes men smoking in front of him.

Therefore, when Ding Xin lit a cigarette, Mu Xianmin subconsciously felt annoyed.

But when she saw Ding Xin's handsome face, which was both smiling and not smiling in the mist, she was surprised that she couldn't dislike him.

Slightly calmed my pounding heart.

Mu Xianmin calmly replied, "Of course not. To express my apology, I even brought you a gift!"

"what gift?"

"I heard that your film and television company is facing a bottleneck in its development, Mr. Ding. I am not very capable, but I am still able to offer some assistance in this regard..."

Mu Xianmin appeared very confident.

And this, in turn, scratched Ding Xin's itch.

He had no doubt that this woman had such capabilities, after all, she was backed by the Xiancheng Daily.

Although the daily newspaper industry is declining, even a weakened camel is bigger than a horse.

Don't say anything else.

Contacting several TV stations and getting two regular cast members promoted shouldn't be a problem...

However, being moved is one thing.

Ding Xin still had his own concerns.

Unlike the straightforward fighting and killing between gangs.

The power struggles among these tycoon families are far more convoluted, or rather, every step they take is often a trap.

Is this woman really sending this gift simply as an apology?

Only a fool would think that way; Ding Xin didn't believe it at all.

To put it bluntly, the two are not related, so isn't she just being a busybody...?

What picture?

Thinking of this, Ding Xin flicked the ash from his cigarette and said with a playful expression, "I never believe in free lunches. Miss Mu, just tell me, what do you want?"

"What do I want?"

Mu Xianmin stroked her delicate chin, revealing a playful expression.

"Then treat me to a meal..."

......

Wang Laosan Chinese Restaurant.

Ding Xin took a sip of the infused liquor in his cup.

He looked at the awkward woman opposite him with amusement.

When Mu Xianmin suggested having dinner with him, Ding Xin knew he couldn't outwit this woman with his witty banter.

Sister-in-law is truly sister-in-law!

However, the mountain man has his own ingenious plan, which will overcome all odds with sheer force!

Ding Xin also had his own methods.

Even if Mu Xianmin's CPU overheated, she probably wouldn't have expected that Ding Xin would invite her to dine at a place like this.

Even if we don't talk about famous restaurants, any large restaurant would be fine.

What's with this... little street-side restaurant?

This could also be seen as Ding Xin's test; if the woman turned and left, what it meant would be self-evident.

Ding Xin was also relieved of worries.

If this woman stayed.

Ding Xin needs to be even more careful; this woman must have grand ambitions!

In any case, Ding Xin remained on guard.

If he hadn't been genuinely attracted to this woman, Ding Xin wouldn't have bothered with all this trouble.

However, on a cold day, a lamb hot pot is indeed very refreshing.

These South Koreans have absolutely no idea how to eat.

"Give me one, too!"

Mu Xianmin, who had been silent since entering the room, suddenly spoke.

Looking at the empty cup she handed him, Ding Xin curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

In the end, he couldn't hold back any longer.

The two of them had already eaten half of their meal, and they hadn't said a single word to each other from beginning to end.

Ding Xin's approach was very direct: since you want me to treat you to dinner.

Then I'll treat you.

Since I can't beat you at JiFeng, I won't say anything.

Maintaining the status quo.

By fulfilling all your requests, I'm clearly telling you that I'm very interested in your gift, but I don't trust you.

Ding Xin smiled and poured her half a cup.

Mu Xianmin picked up the cup and smelled it; a spicy and rich mixed aroma rushed into her mind.

She frowned slightly, then downed the liquor in one gulp.

So generous!

The next moment, her cheeks flushed crimson, and she coughed violently, choked by the fumes.

Ding Xin smiled and handed over a tissue, watching quietly.

The main point is to remain as immovable as a mountain.