Arrested for impersonating a powerful figure's girlfriend, but forced into a formal relationshi

Accompanied by Director Chen, Yun Miao strolled around the collection hall at her leisure.

Anything she glanced at more than twice, Director Chen immediately arranged for someone to pack it up and put it away.

Yunmiao felt a little embarrassed, so she declined his company and wandered around aimlessly by herself.

"Huo Binglan".

A male voice came from the end of the corridor.

Yunmiao looked up.

It was the young man I just saw in the VIP room.

He was walking towards the corner at the end of the corridor.

Yun Miao couldn't see what was happening around the corner, but she could guess that Huo Binglan, who had worn the same outfit as her at Yuhexuan last time, should be there.

She wasn't particularly curious and was about to leave when she heard a sound coming from around the corner.

"Huo Binglan, why did you leave Singapore without a word?"

"roll."

"Let me explain. That woman seduced me. Don't get me wrong, she's shameless... ah!"

Before the man could finish speaking, a scream rang out.

Yunmiao walked over instinctively.

I looked around the corner and was stunned.

This should be a relaxation area.

The man lay sprawled awkwardly on the coffee table.

Huo Binglan held his arm with one hand, placed one foot on the coffee table, and looked down at him.

"Watch your mouth. I have the utmost contempt for cowardly men who only know how to shift blame onto women."

"I was wrong... I was wrong, Binglan..."

The man verbally apologized, but his hand silently reached for the ashtray on the edge of the coffee table.

Without thinking twice, Yunmiao quickly ran over.

She grabbed the ashtray first and smashed it against the man's hand.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

The man's scream rang out, and Yun Miao realized what she was doing.

She held up the ashtray, looking at Huo Binglan with some bewilderment.

"Miss Huo, he just... tried to hit you with this."

Huo Binglan smiled and took the ashtray from her hand.

"Why are you being so distant with your older sister?"

At this point, the man began to struggle violently.

Huo Binglan slapped an ashtray on the back of his head.

The man groaned and immediately stopped struggling.

Huo Binglan threw the ashtray onto the coffee table.

"I'm gone."

Yunmiao pointed at the man.

"Miss Huo... oh no... Sister Binglan, what should we do about him?"

Huo Binglan glanced at the man.

"Chengyuan values ​​customer privacy and does not install surveillance cameras in the lounge area. We are just two defenseless women, and we did nothing wrong."

"Yes." Yun Miao nodded. "We didn't do anything."

Huo Binglan was charmed by her cuteness and stared at her intently.

"Did you come with Seventh Brother?"

"Yes, he's upstairs."

Tsk, I was originally planning to ask her out for dinner.

"Let's go upstairs, we can have dinner together another day."

"Okay, see you another day, Sister Binglan."

Yunmiao took the elevator upstairs and found that the door to the VIP room was not closed.

"Mr. Sheng, without your approval, we simply cannot move forward with the Nanyang project."

Qi Jiajun's voice came from inside.

"Our Qi family has been operating in Southeast Asia for forty years, covering ports, logistics, real estate, and everything else. But to be honest, it's too difficult to go any further."

"We have long admired Mr. Sheng's resources. As long as we can facilitate this cooperation, you are welcome to name your terms."

Yunmiao stood at the door, her steps hesitant.

It sounds like the important business inside hasn't been finished yet.

Just as she was hesitating about whether to go in, Sheng Yinian glanced at her sideways.

"Have you finished shopping?"

Yunmiao peeked inside.

"I can... go for another stroll."

Sheng Yinian chuckled softly, stood up, walked over, and took her hand as they entered the VIP room.

"Is there anything you like?"

"Yes, Director Chen packed a lot of items for me."

As soon as Yunmiao finished speaking, footsteps were heard coming from the doorway.

"Dad, help me, I've been beaten."

Qi Yan staggered in.

Qi Jiajun saw bloodstains on the back of his son's head and immediately stood up.

"Who... hit you?"

With Qi Jiajun's help, Qi Yan steadied himself.

"Huo Binglan, and..." His hand suddenly pointed to Yun Miao, "...her."

Yun Miao looked frightened and shrank closer to Sheng Yinian.

"Good heavens, how can you slander an innocent person in broad daylight?"

"I slandered someone?" Qi Yan asked incredulously. "If you didn't hit me, what happened to my hand?"

He held out his swollen, red hand, and Qi Jiajun felt even more distressed.

"I don't know, I'm not clear, and I don't understand." Yun Miao straightened her back confidently. "Anyway, I didn't hit him."

Qi Yan released Qi Jiajun's support and put his hands on his hips.

"You're the one who hit me, and you're denying it?"

Yun Miao ignored him and looked up at Sheng Yinian with her innocent little face.

I didn't hit him.

Sheng Yinian smiled and looked down at her.

After a while, he gently rubbed her head.

"Yeah, I didn't."

"Mr. Sheng, you..." Qi Yan was so angry he felt like he was going to vomit blood.

Sheng Yinian didn't look at him; his gaze fell directly on Qi Jiajun.

The gaze wasn't cold, it was even calm, but Qi Jiajun suddenly felt a tightness in his back.

"My son is young and ignorant; he may have offended Mr. Sheng in some way..."

"Mr. Qi," Sheng Yinian interrupted him, "your son's stubborn habit probably needs to be corrected."

Qi Jiajun's expression changed.

She turned around and slapped Qi Yan across the face.

"Miss Yun said she didn't hit me, so she didn't. What are you arguing about? Apologize now!"

Qi Yan wanted to say something, but Qi Jiajun's gaze fixed on him.

He lowered his head, his voice muffled.

"Miss Yun, I'm sorry."

Yunmiao was completely dumbfounded.

Sheng Yinian placed his palm against the back of her head, turned her straight little head around, and lightly scratched her delicate nose with his finger.

"I'm gone."

He took her hand and led her outside.

"I won't disturb Mr. Qi while he's doing his housework."

Qi Jiajun quickly saw him off with a smile.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sheng and Ms. Yun, for disturbing your enjoyment."

After escorting the two into the elevator, Qi Jiajun returned to the VIP room and slammed the door shut.

He strode up to Qi Yan and poked his forehead hard.

"Do you even know why you're here today?"

"Dad, be gentle, be gentle." Qi Yan covered his head and moved away. "I feel dizzy, nauseous, and have a headache. Call an ambulance right now, Dad."

"Why call an ambulance? Your brain is useless anyway, might as well just be useless."

"Oh Dad, do you know how much I suffered today? First, someone almost dislocated my arm, then someone smashed my hand, and I almost cracked my skull open. And I had to swallow my pride and apologize..."

"Alright, alright, the little trouble you've suffered is nothing compared to the losses the group has suffered."

"Dad, this can't be entirely my fault. Don't you bear any responsibility?"

"What responsibility do I have?"

Why didn't you stop me in the first place?